Graham Donovan (_backfire) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-11-06 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-21 |
What was that noise?
Who: Graham and Oscar
Where: Deep in the woods
When: 3am
Ammonium nitrate wasn't hard for the elemental to find. Neither was diesel fuel, yet surprisingly between those two components the fuel was harder to find. For some odd reason there was a 24/7 hardware store that sold the prior one. How he found that was unknown to him, but hey, it had what he wanted.Thankfully he still had some of his demolitions supplies left over from a job he was commissioned to do a year ago, for those would have been the hardest to come across, especially at three in the fucking morning. Then again, Graham was wasted on cocaine and thought it was a brilliant idea.
Once the mixture was complete he headed out to the forest more or less blow shit up. There was no one living in a tree house there, so he figured that was the best place to go. And even if someone had heard the explosion by the time police showed up Graham could have booked it out of there. He began assembling his creation against one of the trees, burning through matches to light the way for himself. Eventually he set a small tree nearby on fire to see what the hell he was doing. It was barely up to his shoulder, so no harm done in his eyes anyways. Once the mixture was secured against the tree, he repeated the process three more times to nearby trees. At first he contemplated dumping everything into one big mixture and blow up a massive tree, but Graham decided to humor himself with a succession of demolitions. It took awhile to assemble everything, but he knew it would be worth it.
Graham ignited each one, spacing them ten seconds a part from one another. He knew it would take a good minute before the first one to detonate, so he was in no rush. By the time he lit up the last one he made his way to a safe zone where he kept most of his equipment for the explosives. He plopped down and rummaged through his belongings, finding the small box he brought along filled with cocaine. It would be his third hit for the night, but it was much needed right then. Sadly he didn't bring any glass to place it on, thus leaving him to improvise with the box itself. Pushing the coke around for a bit, he leaned in to inhale the addictive drug. Once it rushed into his system he tilted his head back and let out a massive sigh.
BOOM.
The first tree went off literally a second after he took the hit. Graham didn't expect the rush from both the cocaine and the explosion to be that euphoric, but apparently he was. By the time he leaned back into the tree behind him the second one exploded and toppled over. And then the third, and finally the fourth. All spaced out evenly so that when the first tree fell over the next one was ready to go off. Such an adrenaline kick. It made the fire elemental in him flail about like a little kid.