Over and Over

Chapter 6

Hey guys! I know I haven't posted in over a month, sorry. I've had a lot of personal stuff happening lately, it's all handled now, so I'm here to say I'm back! I should be updating at least once a week now!  Yay! So I won't make you wait any longer. Hope you enjoy!

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Lizzie's POV

     I have two boxes to check when I'm in danger. 1) Am I screwed or is this manageable, and 2) Who or what is in my immediate area. As for the first, I'm pretty screwed. I have only had to deal with fire once before, and it was awful. I hate fire. It sucks up everythnig you need to live and destroys it, pulls the oxygen from your lungs, makes you writhe in pain and scream. I have never much liked fire. I wasn't the kid who played with matches or burned bugs with magnifying glasses, I perfered playing else where. As far as number two, There's no one left on this floor of the building that I'm aware of. I know theres a set of emergency fire stairs down the hall,  but the fire is below me. If I go down I might be walking into the fire. My other option is the roof, but that won't help much unless there are any helicopters that magically appear. How I wish I had a magic helicpter... (Maybe I should put it on my christams list?) The heat in the hall intensifies and I shed my hoodie and look around. There are two fire extinguishers near me, but I cant fight a huge fire with those. I could clear an area of everything burnable, except for that wouldn't help because EVERYTHING is flammable. I decide to take my chances on the stairs. I grab a fire extinguisher and tie my hoodie around my waist and set off at a sprint.

  The thing I hate most is the feeling when your about to do something stupid and dangerous and your mind is telling you
Go the other way you idiot! but you know you can't. As I mounted the stairs I noticed that the smoke was more concentrated in the stairwell. I take the neck of my sweat coated shirt and draped it over my nose and mouth. I start running down two and three stairs at a time, pausing at every other landing to see what's happening on that floor. While constantly pushing bad memories and thoughts back, keeping them at bay. When I finally reach the third floor I'm coughing and wheezing hard and  bile is rising in my throat. My mind is fuzzy and sluggish. My arms and legs ache from running down the stairs and carrying the heavy extinguisher. I see the walls are blackened all around me especially below me. I exit the stairwell into a hallway like on every floor. With offices and rooms on either side. I hear screams here and there, but can't locate the source for any of them. The temperature has escalated even more and its become extremely laborious to just breathe. I flash back to first grade and the fire triangle. The only way to put out fire is to remove an key thing to its survival. Heat, oxygen, and fuel. I instantly know heat is here to stay, no nudging there. There are no air tight rooms, so it always has oxygen. And revisiting my earlier thoughts of clearing an area, won't work still. Looks like I'm on the defensive side.  At the end of the hall opposite the elevators the fire grows bigger and bigger. I need time to think, but I have none. I  can't process everything that's happening. I'm panicking l, my breath is coming out in raspy gasps. I can't breathe, slowly suffocating. My mind has gone numb and I feel hopeless I'm going to die here. A moment of clarity comes to me like a miracle. The elevator!

Olivia' s POV

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   The three of us gather in a loose ring around the guy with the guards around us all. He glances down at his watch again before addressing us. "Hello, sorry we don't have much time for formalities, my name is Jeremy and I need you three to come with me." He said and then set off at a brisk pace the guards still circling us. As we continued on the voices and shouts from the people lessened until there was no noise except for our feet on the polished marble floor.We were escorted into another room with an important looking man on a podium. The room had little light except for the big screen in the front of the room. Projected on it were various charts, formulas, and all kinds of words that meant nothing to me. They instructed us to sit down in the front row of the seats. It looked something like a lecture hall or something. The man on the podium turned to look at us. Half the Gaurds had left to do who knows what, but the rest were seated around us. The man on the podium was a shorter man with white hair, but he wasn't very old, maybe 30 or so. We stood in silence for a second, him looking us up and down. Finally he heaved a sigh. "Hello fellas, I'm Steve, and I'm here to offer you the deal of a life time."

Keep you window's closed, llamas fed, and NEVER trust a duck

-Emily :p