Burning People! Burning Houses!

A bonfire was lit inside a square-shaped dark room made out of cardboard pieces. The tip of the flames extended to the cap of the house, leaving only an inch away from the grass ceilings. The two residents in the room didn't seem to care about it.

"This bean sprout soup is great."

"I know, right."

They hurriedly ate their supper, which was inside a pot that had turned black from all the smoke.

They were like starved beasts who hadn't fed for a whole month. Both their hands were filled with the poorly cooked bean sprout soup. They didn't care about how hot it was as they just shoved it into their big mouths.

Hygiene was a secondary issue to them. The squatter camp was poorly managed, and even some rodents avoided it out of fear of eating something bad for their health.

The couple sitting on the comfy couch they had stolen from Mickey a few years ago had only the dirty pot separating them. The girlfriend showed a huge smile, her rotten front teeth, which peeked out of her mouth, would make anyone think she was related to a rat. The makeup she had on just made her look more eerie. She looked like a ghost from a horror movie!

The boyfriend felt a sense of terror, making him stop chewing. His mother once told him that no woman was ugly, but now he begged to differ! His girlfriend was beyond the levels of ugly! Her head was shaped like a rugby ball, and to top it off, her hair started growing somewhere between her big head. Her ears were huge and hairy, she was a living humanoid pig!

The boyfriend closed his eyes that had a shade of red in them. He sighed as he slowly ate his food. 'It is only for the big nyash... she is also good with the d*ggy. Men like me don't find bl*w-jobs that stimulating. Yes, that's right!'

"Babe, kiss me now and tell me I am beautiful, Hehehe!"

Hearing that nearly insane laughter, the boyfriend felt like choking himself. His expression turned grim. Kissing her wasn't a problem; after all, it was just lips touching each other. However, a real man like him couldn't bring himself to lie to a woman, especially about her beauty.

Gulp!

He swallowed the food in his mouth, and sweat beads covered his whole face. The boyfriend tried to come up with words to say to his lover that wouldn't hurt her feelings. He knew that if he went out of line, he wouldn't get a taste of that fine ass tonight.

Bam!

As the girlfriend was about to advance for a kiss, someone burst their door wide open, forcing their way into the crappy place.

The lady looked at this rude fellow with black lines all over her face. It was a teenage boy with a slightly frail body. He wore a white t-shirt with 'ANGEL' written on it and matching shorts with slides matching the color of dirt. The cold winds had made his face turn a little paler. His short dark hair was tied at the back, and his red eyes had a certain glow she couldn't put into words.

She immediately scoffed at the boy; she knew why he was here. However, she was not the type to get scared by the foot stumps of an ant.

"Babe, teach him a lesson!" she declared with vigor in her eyes.

The boyfriend, who was still in a stupor about the whole situation, finally came to reality as he blinked his eyes a few times. He looked at the emotionless face of the boy walking towards them.

'Does Mickey always look this scary?' His mind raced, he felt like he was looking at a hungry beast. The boyfriend shook his head a few times to gain motivation, muttering, "It must be my imagination."

The moment he got up from the couch, a punch connected to his face with a bam. He was sent flying to the wall, his face sinking in, breaking almost all his teeth.

"Ah, wha-!"

Slap!

The girlfriend didn't have a chance to wake up from her reverie as a palm landed on her cheek, sending her crashing against the floor, leaving her bruised up.

She didn't have time to cry for help as the intruder started kicking her. His feet landed anywhere, making her shriek in pain. Blood started to ooze out from her joints, head, fingers—any place that would make a person feel pain.

The smell of blood felt more fragrant than the bothersome stench that covered the room.

The girl was no longer making any noise and just lay motionlessly in a pool of her own blood. However, that didn't mean the invader was going to let her be.

Crack!

Her head was stepped on, and thanks to a life of stealing and never working out unless when copulating, it immediately crushed into fine bone and flesh fragments.

This all happened in a period of five minutes, and the boyfriend still hadn't regained his composure. As he kept wiggling like a worm, he felt something grab his hair, forcing him to stand up.

He was greeted by a pair of cold red eyes. "Who stole from me?"

"I don't kno-" The boyfriend received a fierce slap and understood that the person before him was really out for blood. "It was Hoo Hung!"

"Who is that?"

The boyfriend wanted to plead for his life, but his eyes met with the dead corpse of his lover, making him run out of words.

She might have been one of the ugliest creatures in the world, but she didn't deserve such a death. He had many plans for her in the future, but this monster had taken her away from him.

Why?!

"I am so kind that I am sending you to the same place."

At the end of that voice, the boyfriend found himself being dragged by the hair. He offered a lot of resistance as he tried to punch the invader, but he soon saw himself flying towards the burning flames.

Fire quickly engulfed his human body, and all Mickey could do was stare at him indifferently.

He felt tranquil, like the wind—all emotions were blown away.

Life is only important when it is yours!

Mickey walked out of the cardboard house, and some of the flickering embers finally caught on to the thatched roof, igniting the whole place into flames.

In the Southern Squatter Camp, there was an unwritten rule that stated: no matter what happens, never step outside at night!

This is why nobody took action when Lee Yan was screaming. All of them thought it was Mickey going crazy because they had robbed him of all his goods. Thanks to his countertenor voice, it was more believable.

What they didn't know was that Mickey left the door open on purpose.

Mickey took a wooden stick and used the flames from the burning house to ignite it.

It was that time of the night when adults found themselves doing dirty, and Mickey used this to his advantage. He knew that during such a time, the body would be stiff and wouldn't pay much attention to the surroundings.

'It is the best time to kill someone.'

Mickey's gaze landed on the next house. It was made out of black plastic, similar to that from a garbage bag.

"That's the spot! Harder!"

When Mickey set the house on fire, the squawking sounds changed.

"Hot! Babe, you are on fire!"

"Do you like it?!"

"Babe, you are burning!"

That was the last thing heard from that couple before they got devoured by the flames.

As he was burning the third house, someone called out to him;

"Mickey, what are you doing?!"