Task Number One
MattY stood at the gate with his hood up, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He had been stood there for the best part of an hour, debating whether or not he should do it. It was going to hurt him a lot; he had seen this building go from a plot of land to his record company’s beautiful recording studios. MattY stood there for a couple more moments before he opened the gates and walked in, for what would be the last time…
MattY pulls his hood down as he reaches the front door; he pulls the cigarette from his mouth and exhales. Then he throws the cigarette into a bin, situated by the front door. He still liked to keep the place clean and tidy; even though… No, best not to think about it, he told himself. He placed the key into the door and opened it. The lobby was spotless; beautifully looked after, everything MattY had strived to achieve with this studio. He walked through the lobby and to the back of the building; he took his time so as to look through the building for one last time and marvel at it in its final hour.
After a couple of minutes spent wondering through the building, he came to the door. On it was a plaque which said “Security”. He opened the door and went in to a room with several computer screens, all with images of parts of the studio. MattY turned each one off and removed the tapes, putting them into a bag which he slung over his back. MattY closed the door as he left, feeling his eyes slightly watering. He wiped his eye with the back of his hand and continued towards the front doors again.
An hour later, MattY was pulling through the seventh barrel of oil into its place. He had put one in each studio and then one in the lobby. He could feel the hatred pouring from him; Kyle had done this to him. But it was all his own fault, if he hadn’t been addicted to his small time drugs, he would never have even got into this. There was nothing he could do now though, nothing. In each of the barrels, MattY had placed a rope which would lead into it. He lit the end and ran.
MattY reached the second one, lit it and then BANG!!! He heard an explosion. Immediately, he felt the heat rushing through the building. He had to run again, he needed to get all of these done before the whole building was on fire and there was no escape. He got around to all of the barrels within five minutes, tears streaming down his face. He didn’t want to do this, but he loved Cherise, and his baby, with his whole heart. And if anything has happened to them, he will never forgive himself.
MattY lit the final barrel and ran through the door; he reached the gate and turned around for one final glance at his beloved recording studios. And then the final barrel exploded, and all that could be seen of Red Hot Recordings, was red hot fire. The irony of the name and its final state could not escape MattY, and although he loved the building, he did find its final state quite amusing. He suddenly realised what he was thinking, was he sick in the head?! This was weeks of work, building this studio had been the pride and joy of his life; he had been so happy to see it being built, and now he laughs at its destruction. He shook his head and closed the gate behind him, drifting off into the darkness…