Massacre Girls (Rated M)

[Amari]

And with Madison’s anger, another building was set ablaze. Scarlet laughed at the destruction, a strange warbled laugh that shook her body and ended in chokes as she felt....a horrid burning sensation from within her. It crackled and bubbled and tore at her, the sensation was all too familiar--it was similar to that time back in the bar, except this time Scarlet had a little more control. She didn't have the emotional shock of a man who supposedly loved her come back from the dead only to be canoodling with some brown haired doe eyed woman. Of course now Scarlet knew better. Took a few deep breaths and steadied herself. Then...

An idea...

Scarlet ran into the burning bookstore.

"Amari! We're supposed to be burning them, not ourselves!" She heard Madison call out, but no--no, she needed this. Scarlet grabbed the first handful books she could find.

They were hot, the were burning her hands, not the figurative burning she felt inside of her body but literal burning. Scarlet had been through worse. She had, with many thanks to a Mister Cuckold Seth Dissinger, felt the sensation of being burnt alive. Slowly. So, a few burning books? Pah! Nothing. The redheaded woman juggled them as she stepped back out of the burning library.

"Amari what are you--"

She answered Madison’s question by throwing a burning book right in the face of the screaming woman who was standing in front of her. Boom, headshot! Down she went to her knees, sobbing. Scarlet grinned as she turned and chucked another book at the back of another persons head. The thick heavy tomes had some weight behind them. And hey, being hit upside the head with a book hurt in the best of times; but when it was on fire, well. That was a fine howdy do.

WHAM--

BAM--

BONK!

Scarlet laughed as she hefted the several books at people and the remaining few onto flammables. A flowerbox, inside a potions shop--which were apparently highly flammable. There were a few hisses and fizzles before the entire shop literally exploded, sending Scarlet several feet back and throwing her body hard against the side of the shop opposite. There was a sickening crack as her body fell limp to the floor, her neck having snapped.

"Fuck," Madison spat, but before the Briarheart could react there was a thunderous clap that rang loud through the streets, and a sudden drop in temperature despite the raging fires. Then, a flash of bright light and Scarlet rose with a groan. That revival...didn't feel too good. She hunched over and vomited again, black viscous liquid splattered the pavement. She groaned as she wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket. This...wasn't good was it? She pushed herself up off the ground feeling groggy. Staggered footsteps sloshed in the dead carcasses of their massacre. "M-Madison… I think.. I need to go soon," Scarlet mumbled as she noticed the leather jacket she wore begin to fizzle away as a black smog began to emerge from the cracks in her skin.