Burns

Chapter One

"Ok goodnight sweetie, I'll see you next week!" I said, hugging Kara, a cute, little six year old girl. She was the last kid to leave the kids group at the church. I taught a children's bible study thing there on Fridays. Today was one of those days.

"Bye Eve!" Kara waved as they drove off. I chuckled at her adorableness and turned around to walked back into the church. It gets a little scary in here at night after everyone leaves but I have faith that I am safe. After all, I am in a church.

I strutted over towards where the group was, and started cleaning up the mess we made. I know most teenagers my age would be out partying, and drinking, but that's not me. I though I would spend my Friday nights doing something important. I love kids, and I'm Christian, so why not teach children about Christianity.

My full name is Evangeline, people just call me Eve. It's easier to remember than Evangeline. My mother named me after my grandmother, and I pretty much hate the name. I never met my grandmother, and I'm sure she's a lovely person, but I do hate the name.

I was deep in my thoughts when I smelled an erie smell. I cringed, and stood up. What is that? I coughed and covered my nose. It seeped into my throat making me cough even more. I wanted to throw up, it was so horrible. I turned around and realization hit me.

It was fire. My eyes widened and I whipped my head around, seeing the growing blaze. I gasped, only letting in more smoke, making me cough even more.

I need to get out. Out. Out. I kept thinking in my head. Way out, way out. Where. Look. My head was exploding with thoughts, Flight or fight instincts. Just as I was looking at the door, a piece of the roof came crashing down in front of it. I started towards it. As I got closer and closer, my vision blurred. No I thought and tried to push through it. I was going to make it. I'm strong. I will not lose this fight. After what seemed like forever, I finally made it to the door. My body weakening by the second, I attempted to push the ginormous piece of wood out of the way. That was only weakening me even more. I slumped down on the wall and closed my eyes waiting for the fire to take me. Tears started streaming down my face, and I thought about my family, as the fire engulfed around me.

I opened my eyes wanting to see how close the fire had gotten, but I saw something else instead. A tall, dark figure ran towards me, and lifted me up, and carried me away.

I gasped in, breathing in more smoke, making me cough more.

"Thank you." I managed to mutter as he was carrying me out. He broke through the wall, breathing in the fresh air. He ran across the street with me struggling to get more air in my lungs. He set me down and moved some hair out of my face.

I couldn't make out any exact features but I could see the basics. His hair was dark brown, and he had a black hoodie over his head. His eyes were strangely a bright blue color, resembling a beach in the Bahamas. That's all I could make out.

I could hear the sirens coming closer and the strange man whipped his head to the side looking at the firetrucks. Then, he ran.