Tales by Balefirelight (a Fallout: Equestria Group Collab)

FIRE

by Natsirt-Tenenkei

I lit a cigarette inhaling deeply. Today I turned twenty-two, my birthday present to me: a slaver all tied up. I got some useful information out of him. Now I needed to dispose of him. But I didn’t want to get my hooves dirty.

I needed a way to kill him, one that didn't require me to touch him. Shooting him in the head was too messy.

Leaving him to die of starvation was just cruel. ‘What to do?’ I pondered.

I exhaled a puff of smoke. I then inhaled again, noticing the red glow at the end of my cigarette.

‘hmmm’  I had an awful idea, but I’m a sick bastard so why not.

I looked at the slaver, who was currently cursing me out for not releasing him like I promised.

“You know…fire is such a fascinating thing.” I was bullshitting whatever I was about to say.

“It has the power to destroy, and the power to create.” I inhaled deeply, then exhaled smoke in playful little puffs.

“It supplies us with the means to cook, to keep warm, and to keep danger away.” I turned to the slaver “It even gives us the light to see in the dark. It’s so useful.”

I began to walk away, stopping at the entrance of the bar. “Did you know that a phoenix bursts into flame and then rises from the ashes?”

I lit several matches. Grinning I turned to the slaver “I did say I would release you. I’m a mare of my word. Here is your release from that prison of flesh.”

I tossed the matches to the floor. A fire began to spread. The slaver screamed as the fire began spreading through the building. I turned away and trotted out.

I had a huge smile on my face. “I do tend to ‘light up’ a room, you could even say that I have a ‘fiery personality’!” I began laughing.

I’m a sick pony. I did however, discover that fire is also useful for "releasing slavers."