The Arsonist

EPILOGUE

“Hey, get off me! You pervert!” A woman was caught in the alley by a man in a mask. He was trying to assault her and steal her money.

“Hold still, baby. This’ll be enjoyable for you.” He snickered as he pulled a knife from his pocket, sliding it open and putting the blade on her throat but not cutting her.

“Shhh,” He whispered in her ear, “you’re going to be al-” He stopped short, when he noticed a figure standing in the shadows.

“Let her go.” The figure said. It was obviously a woman’s voice, but it was stern and serious.

The man smiled and put the knife closer to the victim’s throat. “Or what?” He sneered. The woman in the shadows flicked her fingers and a flame emitted from her hand.

“Or you’ll burn in Hell.” Her mouth curved into a small half smirk. She whipped her arms and flames came from under her sleeves and engulfed his body. The woman ran away, leaving her purse lying on the ground. The masked man fell to the ground in a panic, as his pants caught fire.

“Ah! Ah!” He screamed in pain. “Who are you?” He screamed. She stepped forward into the light of the moon to reveal herself to him. She was in a costume, with a stylish A printed on her chest.

“I am Sarah Hudson, and I am The Arsonist.”