Cindy's Story Throughout every high school in every town there is always somebody that everybody, no matter what clique, longs for. In this humble town of Summerset, the home of this tragic tale, that one person is Cindy. Cindy was beautiful to say the least, natural blonde hair, deep green almond shaped eyes and soft tanned skin. She was the typical picture perfect poster girl. Now if you're observant, you would have noticed the use of was and currently wonder (much like the rest of us) what happened to Cindy? Smoke. Smoke polluted the air turning the sky ash black. Not a single star broke through the dark looming cloud. Screams pierced the air, a deafening silence followed. A crowd formed- all hoping to experience the latest gossip first hand. Boy, did they get gossip, oh yes indeed... Stumbling, falling, fighting- Cindys burnt body flung out of the destroyed remains she once called home. The pungent odor of scorched flesh washes over the crowd like a tidal wave engulfing cities. Women screamed. Men, once claimed to be the bravest of all, turned away to avoid the horrific sight before them. If I do recall correctly, I believe one man emptied the contents of his stomach upon the cold hard ground. Despite her former popularity, not on of the bystanders rushed to her aid. Mortified- they stared, unblinking. Horrified- they stood, unmoving. It was as if time slowed down. Cindy released her final blood curdling shriek as her body collapsed in a heap on the scorched ground. Now, dearest reader, you may be asking: Is this the end? Foolish reader, this is merely the beginning. To you, this is a wonderful opportunity to find your valuable answers. Regardless, you did not experience the terror, the fear that the townsfolk felt following said tragedy. Some say on that fateful night, Cindy died. What rose from the ashes was not picture perfect Cindy. Such monstrosity could not be Cindy. Not now. Not ever. That night Cindy died... That night a new tepidity was born from the flames of hell. And this is my story...