Reflections; a KOTLC fanficion

Chapter 11

Everything was a blur from there. Amelia jolted awake turning her head left and right. After they heard the screams, a policeman ran over to their cell and unlocked it.

"Get out!" He told them. "There's been a bombing. I suggest you go to the basement level." But the kids ignored him and rushed out of the building as quickly as possible before another bomb hit. The blast radius had barely missed the police station.

"Why are we running away from cover?" Amelia yelled over the sirens. "I feel like this is a matter of life and death that we need to take more seriously."

Caroline kept running dodging fallen debris and piles of ash.  Small clouds of purple dust floated by, occasionally singeing their clothing. She didn't know where they were going, but she knew that the elves would blow the police station apart, basement and all. Just as she had that thought, another ear-splitting boom! erupted out of the police station. Caroline watched the explosion take place. First, the police station's structure blew out in several directions hitting nearby cars and buildings like a human bomb would do, but after the initial chain reaction took place, the strange purple dust seeped out of the rubble like a clawing hand, ready to burn anything that might try running. Nothing could survive it. She was just glad the blast wasn't bigger.

Caroline turned away from the massacre. She couldn't bear to see the men destroyed; their faces twisted with defeat. This was an awful kind of war; even worse, her own people were waging it. The elves were a peaceful species, how could they bear to do this? Then she looked up at the bomber flying away. It was too small to house an elf. The elves were using drones. They couldn't even look at their enemy face to face. The rest of her friends crouched watching the scene in terrible awe of what their race could do.

"Why don't we take better cover?" Amelia repeated.

"Because they won't bomb the same place twice," Caroline told her.

Amelia's mouth formed an O. Caroline waited another couple of minutes and then led them out of their rubble protection. Just as she did this though, another explosion erupted about five hundred feet away. Caroline turned around to see a chunk of rock flying towards her. Then blackness covered everything.

"Can you fix her by tonight?" someone said.

Caroline was jolted awake by a strobe light shining on her face. She forced her eyes to open and saw a man in a white jacket standing over her, but he didn't seem to pay attention to her. He looked like he was arguing with a blond-haired kid sitting in a chair.

"No, of course not! I'm a medical doctor, not a magician!" The white jacket guy exclaimed.

Suddenly she felt an overwhelming urge to lay her head back on the pillow and sleep for the rest of eternity. Black splotches began covering the edges of her vision.

"Wait she's awake!" The blond-haired kid said. The guy with the white jacket rushed over and propped Caroline's head up, pulling her from her sleeping reverie.

"But I want to go to sleep!" She said groggily.

A worried expression crossed the man's face. "No, you can't go to sleep, please try to focus."

Caroline gave in to his request and sat up, trying to take in her surroundings. She was in a white room with different metallic instruments. On one side was a set of plump chairs in which the blond boy was sitting. A TV with flashing lights sat in another corner. She had to tear her eyes away from the strobing scene. The blond kid gave her a faint smile and then walked over to the table she was laying on and hugged her.

"I'm so glad you're awake! We were worried sick," he said. The boy felt familiar, but she couldn't quite place where he was from.

"What's going on?" Caroline felt a wave of anxiety hit her when the boy finished. Something happened to put her in this bed, and she should know who this boy was.