Summary: Rules of warfare: You NEVER let a survivor of a family you've killed, live.

Pyromaniac

By Timberwolf220

'Revenge is a dish best served cold'

----Old Klingon Proverb

The temperature seemed to drop around him. Tears choked his face as hands numbed themselves. He covered his eyes to see various ugly faces dance around him.

There was so much ice. Yet, his house was burning. He could still hear the cries from the people in his ears. So desolate, so lost, pitiful wails against impending doom.

They're dead.

Ren...

Gramps...

Dad...

'Being a Kinomiya is a lot to ask kid,' Friendly voice, 'So take a chill pill okay?'

The ice encrusted his eyebrows.

'See, I had nothing against you kid,' Guns cocked, 'I have to kill you, nothing personal, you understand, right?'

Blood splattered ice.

'Maybe I'll just let you live,' Warm breath in his ear.

Screams in the torchlight. Trickles of red sear the floor.

'They're gone'

They're gone.

They're gone.

They're gone...

They can't be gone.

They can't be.

THEY CAN'T!!

He covered his face, letting the snow settle on his hair.

'Ran to save your skin kid?' Another tickle in his ear, 'I understand, I really do.'

He left them to die.

To save himself.

Heshouldhavedied.

Heshouldhavedied.

He...

'You're a Kinomiya.'

He watched the flames die down for a long time.