A Boy Who Loved Fire

     Jackson was the precarious boy in the neighborhood.  He was the one that no one ever let their kids associate with.  His father was a firefighter which could explain Jackson's unusual obsessions with fire.  His favorite holiday, of course, was fourth of July where he could set off loud firecrackers all night acceptably.  One year, however, his fun was short lived because his neighbor rudely reported him to the police as a disturbance to her peace.  The police came and took all of his firecrackers, ruining his whole holiday.  Little did the persnickety neighbor know of how much carnage would ensue.
     Jackson started with the basement.  He loaded the foundation with real TNT.  He covered the walls in gas and laid out fuses in a spiderweb.  He knew just enough about fire to know how to destroy the house with maximum suffrage on the inside.  In fact, Jackson wanted one to run outside.  He wanted to melt them.  He wanted to make them suffer.  He lit the fuses and backed into the front yard, poised in case someone came out.  After about 30 seconds, the house lit in flames.  Instantly, screaming was heard and Jackson laughed.  His mind was sick and demented.  His mind was that of a devil inside a child's body, waiting to get out.  The mom ran out crying, baby in hand.  All the better, Jackson thought.  He turned on the gas hose and lit the flame in front. The fireball flew out enveloping the distraught mother with her hysterical baby.  He stopped the gas flow and watched the show.  She stopped, dropped, and rolled, but the flame wouldn't go out.  It couldn't go out!  Jackson's laughs were robust as he watched the mom suffer in the fire.  What caught his attention was her eyes.  They were that of pure terror.  She had failed to save her family inside who were still screaming, trapped in their rooms.  Anyone who saw the crime scene afterwards saw a mom and a baby boy laying in the lawn as piles of ashes.  They also saw girl laying broken on the ground making faint noises of agony, for she had jumped out of her window and landed on her neck.  She was paralyzed and soon died after hours of suffering.  A dad was simply in his room, burned to death on his floor for the fire had taken over as soon as he opened his door.  Jackson had died of a heart attack.  He died of a heart attack from overjoy.  The devil inside had killed him, and moved to its next victim.