//------------------------------// // 26 Interlude 2 // Story: Ponyville Fire Department // by Rescue Sunstreak //------------------------------// He huffed deeply, looking back for the millionth time. No one thought to chase him before, but it still rankled him. They dared to stop his fun time, and it just made his blood boil thinking about it. Ducking into a door, he closed it behind him before heading across the unassuming living room. Through another door and down the stairs to the basement, a quick spell lit two lanterns to provide light. Lifting three floorboards up near the corner exposed a hiding spot, he pulled the cloak up and off, lowering it into the cubby space. Next went the canvas bags from his back, opening them to check things before lowering it down into the space. With a bit of a chuckle he paused to take inventory of things. He still had eighty mason jars, each filled with a pinkish-clear fluid, and two boxes of Funtimesco balloons. He would have to get more at some point. Two cases of white candles, which would be plenty to finish his fun. Closing things up, laying the boards in place and pushing the nails down into the holes so everything looked normal, he turned and trotted up the stairs, time for bed. He had work in the morning. Laying down, he wondered if they would catch him, then shook his head. They were stupid just like all of the others. Besides, he got to burn someone tonight, that was fun. It was a thrill, his heart raced thinking about it. The flare of his friend, how eager he was to play with the new pony, and how that pony had screamed. Memories welled up, hearing his father yell at him for playing with his new friend. The sound of a belt striking flesh over and over, the pain that came with it, happier thoughts as he heard his parents scream, they had so much fun meeting his friend. Laying there, he slipped off to sleep with a grin on his face.