Hell Fire,Part one

Nowhere left to go I had some how made it back to the place I was running from the old McKinney place. I ripped off the old police tape and walked through the charred front entry way. Ash hung in the air as if the fire was yesterday, where in the depths of my memory I could hear the loud sirens of the fire department and police. I pushed that away and went to the back of the house towards were the living room used to be.

I pushed away some of the boards away from the thing I was looking for. The big black circle. It was about five feet diameter and five feet around. I sat down in the middle of it.

"I am home," I whisper. I close my eyes and remember the night they called me here.

I was born in the hell pits and forged together with the suffering of lost souls. I lived a life were I inflicted pain on theses who had brought it upon themselves. Then they called me. I was ripped through a whole into this world in a blaze of fire and stood naked in front of two young men. They seemed so pleased with themselves in what they had done. They wanted me here to be their slave to their bidding.

They smiled, and I became angered. I was no ones slave, so I set them on fire along with the rest of the house. I laughed and I enjoyed their pain as they slowly died. I stood in the flames, until I was dosed with water from the firedepartment and past out.