She stared at the fire quietly, watching the flames flick back and forth. Her goggles shone with the orange and yellow light, masking her eyes.

  Her scarf was burnt and torn at the end from it being caught by one of the people inside as they tried to escape.
  The house's exterior was a brown and black from burning and the windows were cracked, a few were broken as well.

  Sirens covered the once calming silence and the girl hissed in annoyance. She was enjoying the crackles and pops of the fire, along with the smell of burnt flesh.
  Well... what's done is done, and she has to move on to the next house.

  The sirens got closer and closer by the minute and so... She ran. She sprinted away, cackling loudly. Her scarf whipped behind her, ashes falling off of it as well as her clothes. She would need yet another shower when she got home.

  She could hear yelling coming from the direction of the burning house, making her speed up.

  As she ran, a smile grew on her face as her fucked up mind reimagibed the faces of the people as they were slowly cooked alive.

Lovely... oh so lovely..
Goodnight, my lovely stars, and I'll see you tomorrow night...