Don’t have much time. Carefully light the fuse and check the length. About ten minutes. Whip out a small piece of wax and plug the head.
Enough time to back away to a distance outside of the blast radius, but close enough to see my handiwork.
I run. And stop completely short. A shadow in front of me. Opaque, inscrutable.
It speaks. A harsh, grating sound.
“Undo what you have done and you won’t burn in hell.”
I can’t believe what I am hearing.
The shadow shivers closer.
“Burn in hell.”
Reach the spot where I had slipped the fuse in but it has already gone past the hole. Fumble with the wax but the lump does exactly the job I want it to.
Claw at it to no avail.
If I run now, I wouldn’t even make it out of the blast. Turn and flee anyway.
The rising explosion catches me, casts me back in time and space, turns me into a shadow.
I find myself waiting, for the figure that will soon run up the hall. I have a few moments before I will burn.
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