Thick smoke billowed from the windows as the flames within the structure before you grew higher. Seconds turn to minutes, and soon enough sirens meet your ears.
[[Leave the scene]]
[[Wait for the police]]Before any of the officers are able to catch sight of you, your feet promptly carry you away from the carnage. Your hands are shaking and tears are washing down your face, but it doen't silence the short laugh of victory that escapes you.You watch as an officer slowly slides out of the seat of his cruiser. His speed would be concerning had there not been three fire trucks already handling the carnage. The officer meanders up to you, hands situated on his belt, ready to ask you about the fire.
"I don't s'pose you know anythin' bout this?"
[["Not a clue sir.]]
[[Tell him what you saw.]]He eyes you skeptically. Willing your hands to stop shaking is the only thing you can do in the situation other than run.
"What is that black on your hands kid?"
Looking down at the palms of your hands reveals light traces of soot. You think back to when you were trying to escape the building. Quickly wiping off your hand did little to assuage his mounting suspicion. Before another word could leave your mouth he sighed, reached to his belt, and removed a set of cuffs.
"Look kid, don't make this hard on yourself."You open your mouth and begin to let the words spill out. All of your deeds, the guilt you felt over them, the rush of adrenaline you get when you manage to get away. You tell him everything. All the officer does is stare, horrified, before slowly taking his cuffs off his belt and moving behind you.
"You are under arrest. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law."