Black and white

Fire...and ice

It was about twelve pm when it happened.

The black smoke. The wild smell of burning wood. The screams of laughter, and just as equal terror. The yelling to stop. To let them go.

Christian had woken up and was yelling from the other side of the tree house. It had woken me up as well.

"KAT, KAT WAKE UP." he was pressed against the corner yelling her name the sheet was gone. She woke up to heat and pain. Her sheet was on fire which was causing the heat to be unbearable.

She had thrown it off in the nick of time. The sheet was set ablaze as she pressed herself against the wall. Clinging on to what seemed the last of the oxygen.

"CHRISTIAN?!" She yelled to him." What's going on?" She was opposite of him and the window. you coughed, the smoke getting to you.

"Ambush. Brett followed us." they both yelped as the house shifted a little. Another torch was sent flying at it, the axe murdering the dead life beneath your feet. Christian was covering his mouth with his beanie.

"Get out of here!" You yelled. The window and hatch were both on his side. "Go get out!" You commanded.

"No." he stood his ground as the house shifted again causing you to fall over. "I'm not leaving. Not without you."

The tree shifted as the sound of chopping wood was echoed in our cavern. The house tilted and sat on the last of its wood.

"KAT!" You could hear someone calling your name. But it wasn't from inside the house. "GET OUT OF THERE QUICK." It was Alex. The last person you think would help you. He was holding the tree up as much as he could without Brett noticing.

You closed your eyes. felling the burning tree lean to one side. The lean was enough to open the hatch and the window. "im sorry." you whispered as he looked at you wide eyed.

With one last sway of the axe, he fell through the hatch. "KAT!!" You watched as he fell through and alex catch him. The tree house shifted again, you screamed.

You frantically looked for another way out. An opening. The holes in the house were either to small, or Brett and his gang was throwing torches at them. The unlit space was getting smaller by the second.

You became to dizzy to stand. To see clearly. To speak. Or hear. But, the last person you saw was Alex. Horrified, and regretful. He was holding Brett's hand back from throwing more. You smiled, a single tear slipping from your crystal eyes, before accepting the fate and crashing to the ground.

The house had finally collapsed. And the flames engulfed the whole place. People were running towards the house. but not fast enough, Brett set the ground ablaze. Blocking them from even being witching ten feet of me.

You suddenly felt. Cold. Like some how the weather had abruptly changed. You opened your eyes to a nightmare of snow. You saw black. You saw death. He was beautiful. Mysterious. And quiet. His bony hands not daring to touch your fragile soul. For fear of breaking it completely. He let you be. In peace. Harmony. Silence.

You could feel hands around you. But they were encased in rubber. You could hear sirens around you. But they were muffled by the noise, in your head. You could hear what was going on. You could feel. You were aware. You were there.

Fresh oxygen poured into your lungs as a mask was fitted to your face. You gasped and coughed. Reviving from sudden death. Your head was very confused. But your body accepted it, shivering and shaking. As if the dream had never left.

Red, white, and blue flashed before you. Brett and his other mates were being put in there. Enclosed in the only thing keeping you from death. Metal bars, and glass.

Alex, christian encased in a mask similar to yours, and a few firemen were sitting in the back of the truck. You looked at Alex's glass blocked eyes, Christians hair-covered face, admiring their unique beauties. Alex looked back at you.

"I'm sorry..." he looked to the sky " I- i- Brett." You laughed a little, but interrupted yourself by coughing slightly. The two firemen looked at you before being waved off by the hand who was invaded in deaths.

"Alex..." you looked at him, "you are innocent. Peaceful. And helpful. You saved us even if it meant risking yourself." You paused and looked at him. His eyes getting cloudy. "You put what means most to you. Under a hallowed out square box of death." He shallowly laughed at your attempt to make him feel better.

"I'm still sorry." He blandly stated.

You looked at him. His tired eyes. Worn out ripped skinny jeans, brown boat shoes, perfectly placed brown hair, and lastly his leather vest over a jean jacket. "You should probably sleep" Christian butted in.

"We all should." i responded referring to alex slowly drifting away. "Good night."