Two men walk into a shopping centre.

They look around.

“Bloody crowded” says one to the other, his voice muffled.

“Yup” the other replies.

They walk to the centre.

“Remember,” he shouts.

People turn

Stare.

“Remember this: all things end”

They stand.

They stare.

In unison, they take bottles from under their jackets.

Remove the balaclavas, revealing their faces.

They drink.

Matches.

They light.

They watch in horror.

They drop the matches down their throats.

Ignite.

You can see the pain in their eyes

As they burn

Inside out.