Five Sentence Fiction: Orange

Those four bastards had called him out to the road this morning trying to be heroes, but he sent them to hell. Waiting to see if his bloody work was worthy of the show, he didn't see the other five killers sneak up and sucker punch him. Going for the kill of the week, they had tied him up and buried him neck deep near an ant hill. The flames on the other side of the hill pushed the ants toward his head, they wanted him to see his death coming. He stared at the black death with the orange flames above it crawling toward him and wondered if he has ever seen a color more beautiful; this was a death worthy of the show.