Allison watched the building burning. Her son was in there. That’s all she kept repeating in her head: _my son, my son, my son. _She couldn’t bring herself to scream, to cry. She stared and shook, hoping that the firemen were able to get inside and save who she saw as the best part of her. The building was a grotesque site against the backdrop of the sunset.

Mark clawed at the ground, gasping for air. He wondered if his mother was outside waiting for him, and if he’’d ever see her again. He couldn’t see or hear anybody else around him. There had been so many people around, but now - nothing. He wondered what time it was, and if it was getting dark. Inside, it was getting dark for him, despite the fire.

Briggs stared at the fire from atop a warehouse. _What a beautiful job I have done_, he thought, looking down at the building. From fire comes purity, he knew, and this town needed some cleansing. The building was a gorgeous site against the backdrop of the sunset.