the angel of death is a miracle

Chapter 1

A commotion had all heads turned in one direction, the nights sky had been everlasting just moments ago, before the globe as far as he could see was engulfed in dark flames. His heart beat against his rib cage, harder than the bongos, which was what he imagined in his head. A bunch of tiny men grabbing drumsticks and beating the shit out of his heart. 

He was scared. 

Brian didn't like admitting that kind of thing. Fear, vulnerability... he had a job to do, but even he didn't want to go in there. But the plea of a sad woman rung in his head and he knew he'd never forget it if he didn't do something. "Save my brother, Sal, he's still in there!" The woman had begged, as she gagged on flames, fighting for breath. 

He watched embers soar into the sky and get lost in the giant clouds of smoke that wafted into the stars, and felt every nerve in his body fight against the wind of his stride, towards the fire.... towards the danger... towards the certain death that was awaiting him when he opened that door. 

He bid his cats a silent farewell and hoped that his family would take care of them and jogged into the heat. He imagined that was what the sun would feel like, if he ever stood on it. But that was stupid. He would never stand on the sun- maybe he'd never see it again, who knew. 

Brian awaited for the sound of a scream, cry for help, anything- but came empty handed. He might risk his life for someone who already lost theirs... he wouldn't know. 

And he didn't have much time. He needed to get in there fast.

He tried the knob, but found that he couldn't barge past it, and threw his weight against it, scowling. The door busted forward, and he stumbled for a second before regaining his balance. He listened, but only the sound of cackling fire and debris falling from the ceiling of the crumbling building met his ears. 

His ears started to ring silently, now, and his instincts went into overdrive. 

"Help..." 

A silent plea in amidst the ashes called to him, and Brian stepped over fallen objects towards the sound. He prayed he didn't already pass him, as he ducked a flaming swordlike wall of fire that swung towards him. He coughed and gagged on the harsh black smoke, and tears pricked his eyes. 

He couldn't breathe... 

This is it... he thought silently. This is how he dies.

"Help..." 

A surge of hope filled Brian's chest, and he surged forward towards the man, who came into sight just suddenly, and he struggled to catch a breath as he pulled the man closer to him. 

Ash covered the mans face and the amount of smoke he must've inhaled had to be nearly fatal- in fact- how was he still alive?

Brian wasn't gonna think about it right now, so he instead grabbed the man  and scooped him in his arms, holding him as close as he could, and fled from amidst the flames. 

This man was a miracle...

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Ash and red fiery embers flood the space around Sal as he feels the weight of the debris that fell upon him. He let in shaky gusts of smoke, choking on the ash that coated his lungs like a blanket.

He knew for certain. 

He was going to die. 

And as the flames drew closer and his cries for help became weaker, he came to the conclusion now... this must be his fate. 

The edges of his vision seemed to darken, and he could feel something wet on his face. Tears? Or was it blood. He couldn't tell- he hoped it was tears. Tears would be manageable if he survived. Blood means he has more of a chance at the latter.

Sal wanted for himself to become the embers that floated away and faded into the air. Or maybe, he could float away to a time when he was sure that he was going to live his whole life in happiness. 

He suddenly wished he hadn't taken his life for granted. 

He wished that he had taken a little more risks- from eating one more cookie, to doing the monkey bars on the playground, or maybe even the extreme- jump off the 50 foot cliff into the lake on that family trip in the mountains. 

He couldn't let this be it... his heart couldn't take it. 

"Help..." He choked, the flames clawing at his throat, leaving him feeling hopeless.

He could hear the ragged breath and see the silhouette of a savior, and his hand found a way to clutch the necklace around his neck of the cross. A signal of his faith, and he hoped that this wasn't a hallucination.

"Help..."

He felt strong arms wrap around him, and hope filled the atmosphere around him. Whoever was carrying him out of this hell must be an angel... because nothing could explain how this was possible. 

Whoever he is... he's a miracle. 

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I have really slow updates... I never have motivation, so if you guys want, you can drop some motivating comments- also, constructive criticism is very much appreciated! Hope you all are having a wonderful day, night, or whatever! Peace out! Love, Jas ✌️😩✨☀️