I got caught, "Tell me, boy, how old are you?" we're the 1st words the officer addresed to me.

"12, sir." i replied. I decided not to mess with him. I hope this just ends quickly.

"Quite the young lad, but a bit too young to be sniffing around at night. Dont you think? Aren't your parents looking for you?" he said looking into the notebook he had open in his hands.

"No, sir. Im an orphan."

"I see." he barely looked at me. He seemed quite stoic, maybe too much so. "Guess ill cut to the chase then." he looked down on me, finally into the eyes, i knew it wasn't a good sign. "Are you the one that has been setting up fires the last 3 years?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, arent you an honest one." he smiled as he nodded his head for a short time before closing his notebook and focusing on me again. "You probably know that your fires did a lot of damage. But i wanna know if you realise, it also killed four respected elderly ladies. Its a serious crime, you know?"

"I do. But they were witches, that dese-"

"SHUT IT KID." he finally showed some strong emotion, and it was scary "I told you they were respected in this town and you better show some respect too, kid."

"Tell me officer, have you ever tasted a rat? Have you seen your best friend die because of weighting? And the rest of your friends burn in the factory because of lack of fire prevention? The 'respect' you have for them is nothing but a joke. Ive seen them, the real them. Enslaving us kids, torturing us. When i entered their factory, i entered hell. What i did was merly send those witches back to hell they belong in. And i dont regret it."

The officer then just took me to the station, where i spent 3 days before going to court to be sentenced to death. Finally, it was gonna be over. Finally i had the chance to get rid of this terrible life, and let god judge me one final time. Finally the flame has burnt out.