Eng_01
Rise and shine!
Moe is playing a game for his sanity. Just like a game of chess, he plans his moves three steps ahead.
"REMOVE THE PAWN AND TAKE THE QUEEN! REMOVE THE PAWN AND TAKE THE QUEEN!" is what Moe pretended his friends were chanting.
He slid aside the fridge covering the gap in the wall that led to his den and exited into the Schvitz family kitchen.
Moe made his way towards the oven, it was a gas stove. "Perfect" thought Moe, as he turned on the gas.
He walked throughout the house one last time, he observed Brendon in his bed; sleeping heavily, snoring far too loud for somebody his age.
He left Brendon's room and walked down the hallway, through the kitchen. He noted the smell of gas and continued walking towards Jessica's room. Moe stood over her bed one last time, longing for a life long gone; "I love you" he whispered quietly, as though wind through a window.
Moe made one last note to lock every door and window that could lead to an escape. Immediately after locking the last window, Brendan stepped out of his room. Moe craned his neck, and with a maniacal smile on his face, matchbox in hand, he uttered:
"Hello, poppet."
He struck a match. The last thing Moe saw before the fireball spread throughout the room was Brendan screaming for his mother.
The house was on fire; the floor was on fire, the walls were on fire, the roof was on fire. Moe struggled to his feet, around him was the wailing of Brendon and Jessica, trapped in their incineration chambers. Moe knew what he had done, was this what he had wanted? A brief moment of thought took Moe, was this what I wanted to do? Why did I do this?
Moe is playing a game for his sanity. Just like a game of chess, he plans his moves three steps ahead.
"REMOVE THE PAWN AND TAKE THE QUEEN! REMOVE THE PAWN AND TAKE THE QUEEN!" is what Moe pretended his friends were chanting.
He slid aside the fridge covering the gap in the wall that led to his den and exited into the Schvitz family kitchen.
Moe made his way towards the oven, it was a gas stove. "Perfect" thought Moe, as he turned on the gas.
He walked throughout the house one last time, he observed Brendon in his bed; sleeping heavily, snoring far too loud for somebody his age.
He left Brendon's room and walked down the hallway, through the kitchen. He noted the smell of gas and continued walking towards Jessica's room. Moe stood over her bed one last time, longing for a life long gone; "I love you" he whispered quietly, as though wind through a window.
Moe made one last note to lock every door and window that could lead to an escape. Immediately after locking the last window, Brendan stepped out of his room. Moe craned his neck, and with a maniacal smile on his face, matchbox in hand, he uttered:
"Hello, poppet."
He struck a match. The last thing Moe saw before the fireball spread throughout the room was Brendan screaming for his mother.
The house was on fire; the floor was on fire, the walls were on fire, the roof was on fire. Moe struggled to his feet, around him was the wailing of Brendon and Jessica, trapped in their incineration chambers. Moe knew what he had done, was this what he had wanted? A brief moment of thought took Moe, was this what I wanted to do? Why did I do this?