Page 34 of Burn (Two Wheeled Psychos #2)

It seems like forever since I left the station two evenings ago, and the fact that they haven’t sent anyone out looking for me tells me all I need to know. It was intentional. They split me up with her on purpose, and for that they must pay. I just wish I knew why.

The lights are all off except in the garage, which works to our advantage as I pull the bike in front of the doors with foot power, having cut the engine off down the block. I know everyone will be sleeping. No tones have come across all day, and the two people I need to handle are the ones on staff tonight.

I was supposed to be on with Marcus and the captain, but well, we know where I was. And they didn’t seem to care I was missing. For that alone they should pay. I mean I could be lying dead on the side of the road and what, they’d just let it be? Fuckers.

Fuckers. We burning them? Making them pay in the biggest fuck you?

“We are.”

I say to him, and Phoenix just nods her head behind me. She’s getting used to me talking to myself and even participates sometimes.

Right now though, she’s holding on tightly to my waist, her head leaned on my shoulders, her body trembling a little bit with the adrenaline of what we’re about to do.

I did tell her she didn’t have to be here. She doesn’t have to kill with me just because she likes me to hurt her and to hurt me as well, but she swears that she wants to do everything with me, that we will never be apart again, and for that I love her even more

“You ready baby?”

I ask her, tapping her hands to get her to release her death grip on me.

“I guess so.”

“You can go. You don’t have to be here.”

“I need to be here. I’ll be okay.”

She promises me, and my heart thumps heartily in my chest about the devotion my little angel is showing me.

“I love you.”

“I love you more. Now let’s burn these bitches.”

“That’s my girl.”

I help her off the bike and take her hand, leading her through the garage and into the back room where we keep the maintenance supplies for the trucks, including vats of gasoline for emergency use. You never know when there will be a shortage, and the trucks can’t ever go without.

The large drums sit against the brick wall, attached to it with ropes of chains that keep them from tilting or spilling.

“I’m gonna pop this chain open baby. All you have to do is keep an eye out for me okay?”

I tell her, kissing her on the forehead and directing her to stand at the door as my lookout.

“Okay.”

She says, wringing her hands together nervously.

“It’ll be okay baby. I promise. In and out really quick.”

I say, unlatching the chains that secure the gasoline barrels.

“I get them down in the garage, light the gasoline, blow this fucker up and we ride off into the sunset.”

“Easy-peasy right?”

“You got it baby.”

I answer her, throwing her a quick little wink.

“Love you.”

“Love you more. Just hurry.”

The barrel scrapes across the floor as I pull one from the row and move it slowly through the supply room and out into the garage. It’s going to be a shame to burn down an entire fire station, but it must be done to make it look like an accident. The two men were working on one of the trucks late at night, there was a spill, and kaboom.

If I didn’t want to leave evidence like a scoop or container I would just transport what I need, which isn’t much, but it has to look like a true accident, so no one comes looking for me. I mean I am the house weirdo and would be the first one the cops look at. With the rivalry we already have with those pigs, they’d enjoy coming after me just for the fun of it.

The gasoline sloshes as I yank the top off the vat and then tip it over just enough to get some to spill out the top. I don’t need to dump the whole thing, in fact that would be suspicious. I just need enough to coat the cement floor and roll under the trucks.

“Still good baby?”

I ask Phoenix, knowing damn well it is, but she needs to feel useful.

“Yeah.”

She whispers loudly, like anyone is going to hear her in the massive space while the only two people in the building are asleep upstairs.

“Go out with the bike baby. I’m waking them now.”

“I want to stay.”

She says, looking between me and the steps that lead up to the lofts and sleeping quarters. “Please.”

“Fine.”

I grumble, dramatically rolling my eyes for her to see.

“At least be by the front doors in case shit goes to shit.”

“Fine.”

She says, sticking out her bottom lip in a exaggerated pout.

“But can I throw the match?”

“What? No.”

“Fine. You’re no fun.”

I wait until she is safely in the front of the garage by the big rolling doors with easy access to outside and the bike, then run up the steps, making as much noise as possible, calling out to my brother and the captain.

“Guys, guys. Wake up, there’s a fire in the garage.”

I holler as I take the stairs two at a time, stopping on the landing at the top and pulling my lighter out of my pocket. With a quick flick and a minute of it held under the smoke detector, the alarms in the building sound off.

It’s only a matter of seconds before they both come running out of the bunkhouse, their night clothes on, and their eyes full of sleep.

“Hey. I just got in, thank God I did. It looks like we have a fire in ladder truck number two.”

“What the fuck.”

Captain says, rubbing his sleepy face and brushing past me on the steps, forgoing the pole for safety reasons. He wouldn’t want to drop ass first into a fire if there really was one down there.

Just looking at them has me disgusted, and I’m so glad that so far everything is going as per my plan. The fucking assholes.

I motion for Marcus to go before me, and follow the two of them down the stairs, right on their heels to keep them from turning back. When we reach downstairs and they see that there is indeed no fire, they both turn to me, then look out towards the front, and see Phoenix standing there, her hands on her hips, her foot tapping impatiently on the floor.

The captain remains silent, but hangs his head and sighs, but Marcus, he instantly tries to backpedal.

“Dude, we didn’t mean anything by it. You have to believe us, we…”

“Shut the fuck up.”

I growl at him, stepping towards him, lowering my gaze, darkening my glare at him.

He’s made fun of me for years telling me I’m a psychopath, and now he’s going to get to see that it is indeed true.

“We…I…”

“I said shut the fuck up!”

I bark out, stepping forward again, making him back up closer to the middle of the vast room.

I can smell the gasoline on the floor and it’s drying enough that it’ll be more volatile than when it was a liquid pooling on the concrete. It’s not the wet part of the chemical that’s flammable, in fact if you drop a match in fuel, it’ll just go out. It’s the vapors that are combustible, and I can see the wheels turning in both their heads when they notice the odor.

“You’re not really gonna do this are you?”

Captain finally says, running his hand over his balding head, looking at the floor then back up to me.

“You’re gonna burn this place down because we lied to you?”

“I’m gonna burn it and you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Marcus spits at me, crossing his arms defiantly, but making his way towards our boss.

“You don’t have the fucking balls.”

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Wow, that’s a good one.

“He does.”

Phoenix says from her place by the doors. Her voice is level and calm and I couldn’t be prouder of her.

“I do dare, and I do have the balls. Much bigger balls than you could imagine.”

I snicker, pulling my lighter back out and rolling the flint under my thumb.

“I thought about slitting your throats like I did that guy in the park, but that was just so messy, and then you’d have to burn all the way to destroy the evidence of murder. So I’m just going to have to burn you to death, you know like the girls in the catacombs and tunnels.”

“That’s you?”

The captain asks, moving to step towards me but backing right back up when I wave the lighter back and forth.

“Yep.”

I say, popping the “P” and rocking back and forth on my heels.

“But it’s your fault. I was upset that I thought my angel had died. You lied to me.”

“It was for your own good.”

“You fucking lied to me!”

I scream, my voice echoing through the large garage making them both jump.

“I thought she was dead. You lied to me!”

Enough talk, make them pay.

“We couldn’t have you distracted by a woman; you’re the best there is.”

The captain says, raising his hands to try and plead with me, but I’m shaking my head in disbelief and that’s not going to do a damned thing.

“We just took advantage of what happened, it wasn’t personal.”

Marcus adds, and all it does is piss me off more.

I’m seeing red. I’m angrier than I have ever been. I’m madder than I have ever been at my mother or the voice in my head. It’s enough. I need to end it…Now.

Pulling the safety tab from my lighter keeps it lit when the gas switch is released, and the flame stays lit as I back up and chuck it on the floor at their feet.

The ground doesn’t just catch on fire, oh no, it combusts with a flash of blinding flames that flare up as high as the ceiling before coming back down to ground level, scorching everything in their path.

The flames grab at them, taking their clothes, starting them ablaze, and they can’t stop, drop, and roll, because the entire floor is damp with the gasoline and burning hotter than the bowels of hell.

Burn baby burn!

“Fuck you, fuck you both.”

I say as their screams fill the air, echoing around the big room, bouncing off the sides of the truck and the cement walls.

I watch as they try to put each other out, slapping at their clothes and rubbing each other down, but it’s futile. They can’t get past me, nor can they get out the front. There’s no water anywhere except in the tanker truck which is inaccessible behind me. They’re dead men flailing in place in a fucking fire house, burning to death. Oh the fucking irony.

It's cathartic, leaning up against one of the shiny red trucks watching them burn and plead for their lives, just like how I imagined she had died, painfully by fire.

“Serves you right.”

I holler to them, although I know they can’t hear me, they’re already dead, their bodies just haven’t dropped yet.

When I see the flames licking inside their agape mouths and their screams fall silent, I simply walk away.

Wrapping my arm around Phoenix’s waist, I lead her outside and to the bike. She waits as I sit on it and turn the key, then hops up behind me, holding onto my middle, leaning against my back.

“Wave bye-bye baby. Time to go.”

I say to her, tapping her knee next to my hip.

She gives the biggest most beautiful grin towards the garage doors and the flickering orange flames beyond them.

“Bye guys.”

She chuckles and blows them a kiss.

“Ready baby girl?”

“Yeah where to?”

“I don’t know. Maybe somewhere with nice green yards and white picket fences.”

I say, backing the bike away from the station and taking off down the street towards the coming dawn.

“Sounds good to me.”

“That’s my good fucking girl.”