Wild Wolves

Chapter 19- A Trap

Ace

Ace coughed up and his body healed the pain that shot through him. "Lydia!" He screamed but, she didn't respond. The fire went to the top of the fourth floor, the third floor vanished with flames. He couldn't breathe, even single oxygen, the air particles was mixed with dust, ash and carbon dioxide.

It's intoxicating!

His ribcage moving upwards and downwards. "Lydia! Can you hear-" He coughed and breathing rapidly. His head hurt like hell and his visions blurry. He bent himself forward to walk.

"Lydia!" He screamed and few steps away he got himself in front of a sink. He wet the cloth and pressed it to his mouth. He glanced over his shoulder and found a weak, helpless body laying on the ground. It was Daniel.

"Daniel wake up!" He shook his shoulder. He grunted with pain and massaged his forehead. "What the hell happened?" He asked frantically. "Those goddamn dogs blow your freaking house! Where's your parents?"
He slipped his muscular arm around Daniel's waist and help him get up.

"Come on, boy. Get up" he pulled him up. "Ahh" he grunted and his face covered in black smoke, he coughed. "Let's go," he said. The wooden floorboards crackling with fire and disappeared. He felt like a roasted chicken in the oven. The heat was real.

Metal railing melted and concrete layers and the third and fourth floor collapsed and fell. "Look out!!! He warned in reflex. They stopped just enough before getting hit by the falling concrete and landed in the living room.

" Wait, my parents! Mom! Dad!" Daniel shouted. "Can you hear me?" He walked unsteadily. "We need to get out of here!" I yelled at him. "I can't leave them!!!" Daniel snapped but I'm not offended.

In a case like this, the first thing you looking for is the person you cared about. Common sense.

"Fine!" I growled. "You get to the car. I go find your parents!" I dragged him to his feet and walked as fast as we can to the Mustang. I opened the passenger door and threw him inside. Went back to the burning house.

If I was given a decent time to think by significant options, I cared more about Lydia than his parents. His parents might be fragile, but they are not jeopardised like Lydia. I fetched a phone call from the kitchen and called 911.

I went to the burning stairs. Tried to tiptoe every step of it. I can't hold the glass railing because it exploded -shattered and it's gone.

Help! Help us, please!

I heard a white voice of thoughts said.

Collin, please wake up...

A female voice and I immediately knew who that might be. The floor burned and I felt like I'm walking on the frying pan. It almost peeled the skin off my feet.

"Hello?! Can anybody hear me?!!" I wanted to call by name but I forgot their names are. I'm way too much older to call them Mr and Mrs Foster. It's quite formal and funny if you think about it.

The much higher I went, the harder it was for me to breathe like a rock blocking my throat. I coughed roughly and tried to bear the scorching heat. Then, something bursting that sound like a water sprinkler.

Gallons of water pouring like rain and I tried the urge to scream "After 3 hours, now you're functioning?!"

Screw the water sprinkler.

The water washed off the fire and black smoke painted on the wall, smeared the floor and the third and fourth floor left a large hole in the concrete and wooden structure. The devilish fireballs are no longer here, what was left was the burned mark.