STAR CROSSED 2.0

FIRE WILL NOT KILL YOU

The street was deserted, the glass spread all over the road and the fire growing fast.

"Help! Somebody help me, please!"

Taylor was upside down inside her car after it had turned right over in mid-air due to the Suvek's electric shock wave. One of her hands on the car's ceiling to counteract the gravity that pushed her downwards. She could feel the small pieces of glass sticking painfully in her palm.

"Drake!" She kept screaming fearing for her life and the baby's. If only he was there to save her.
"Anyone, please..." Tears running down her face, she struggled with the belt.

The fire was dangerously growing. Getting out there alive would be a matter of seconds. The temperature was high, the air smoky, and panicking and anxious as she was, she wasn't able to think of a way to escape.

She tried to pull the belt out the clasp once more. With a metal noise the seat belt unfastened and she was free. For a moment she had forgotten her strength was no longer as it used to be.

Her elbows against the ground, Taylor dragged herself out of the car, the head first and progressively the rest of the body. She stopped with a moan and looked right to see the floor all covered by spilled fuel. Rapidly took her feet out, awkwardly got up and ran towards an alley across the street. She entered it right when the car exploded thunderously and a fire cloud rose in the air.

The alley was 2 metres width and in shadows as the sun was facing the opposite façade of the building. She leaned on the wall next to a large green trash can swiftly breathing and still with tears on her face. Taylor closed her eyes and smile timidly. She had made it.

All of a sudden, a groan came from behind the can. Taylor brought her hand to her chest as the sound startled her, and slowly went around the trash bin. Sat against the wall there was Mrs. Benton massaging her head as if she had just woken up with a terrible headache.

"Mrs. Benton, are you ok?" Taylor bended down and approached to her.

When the woman looked at her, her eyes opened widely and all symptoms of uneasiness were wiped away.

"Taylor, are you pregnant with an Atrian baby?" She asked mischievously but with caution as if choosing the right words.

Realising shinning tears were streaming down her cheeks, she tried in vain to clean them but it was too late.
When she faced Mrs. Benton again, the woman was standing and pointing at her with a gun.

"You are coming with me."