Let the fire breath me back to life.

Don't stop till your heart grows numb

**Sorry it took so long to get chapter 2 up. Hope you like it****

"Am going to tear him apart and get my family out of here."

"Hold on there Batman." Stacey said as she pulled out some gaze dressing from a cabinet. "Did you forget. You just had a bullet removed from your heart. The only thing that might tear is those stitches that I just put in." She placed a large squire gaze over his wound. She once had that fire. Everything was a fight to leave this place. But after so long she had given up hope. Now she was helping Joe to create hell. Just so he would turn his attention away from her. But he was getting worse. "You were dead just a few hours ago."

It was heard to hear. The part about him dying he was fine with. It was the fact he was alive that bothered him. He was ready to dye. And even was happy that it was Patrick behind the trigger. They were the closest someone could be without being family. But to Pete he was family. When he told Patrick it was okay as he held the gun to him. He meant it. The tears he shed was for Patrick and his daughter. They were still stuck in death valley. In a way Patrick was giving his brother a way out. But it meant nothing, he was still here in hell. Pete winced as Stacey touched his chest. He could tolerate pain but only to a point. The pain only remained him he was still alive. "I should be dead."

Stacey just looked at him confused. "And your welcome."

"Sorry." He replied. "I just. That bitch."

"Laura"

"Right the bitch." He continued. "Held a gun at my best friend and made him kill me. I had made peace with that. If it meant him and his daughter could get out of here. I just wanted them to be safe, screw me. I already proved I could not protect them here. Hell am here cause I tried to rescue them. Fuck Joe. I treated him like a brother.

Stacey looked over at the heart monitor. His heart rate was climbing. "Pete you have to claim down." She was not sure if her patch job on his heart would hold. "Your blood pressure is rising. Pete focus on something happy." She grabbed the photo of a younger Ember in the arms of Uncle Pete. "This." She held the photo over his face so he could see. "Your not going to help her by losing your cool. You will be dead again. When I was trying to bring you back, Nothing work. Until I saw that picture. I whispered in your ear. Lava girl needs you. That is what brought you back. She brought you back. And I know your pissed off. But

that will do you know good right now. So Shut the fuck up and get some rest. Or I will rip them out myself."

"I think am in love."

"Shut up Pete." Stacey was tired and frustrated. But mostly worried about him. He was alive but for how long. Her self doubt always got the better of her. Her mind would come up with a million reasons why she will fail. And the thought that hole she welded together in his heart pulling apart was all she could think of.

Smoky C thought this was another day in hell. He was tall and skinny with long hair. To someone who did not know him they would think he was a pot head. But he was the kindest person Stacey had meet. Despite his skinny form Smoky could lift most adult males. He used to be a professional wrestler. That was why he was recurted as a pawn. His only job was to work with Stacey to get rid of the bodies. He lifted them around like dolls. He hated it as much as Stacey did. But the headmaster had his fourteen year old sister. If Smoky refused to help. His sister would be placed with the others for testing and treatments. But what Smoky did not known was that his Sister had been dead for weeks. It would be the only body to not come through Stacey's office. He walked into her office, ready to take what was left of the last body he dropped off. And drop it off where ever she would tell him. Some nicknames stick and your not sure how they get started. Smoky called Stacey, Mamma. Maybe because she was older, slightly older. Even he did not know.

"Hey Mamma." He said as he always does when he walks in.

"Shit, It's Smoky. He is one of the good guys." He quickly said to Pete. Their was no time to move Pete quickly or safely. She had no choice but to tell him what has been going on.

"So what are we doing with the body." he was used to her covered in blood. But what made him stop was that this body was waving at him. Smoky jumped and yelled in fear and confusion. "What, Who, How, what, ugh."

Pete answered, "Yep that about sums it up."

"You were dead?" Smoky was confused with his mouth hanging open. Stacey walked over to him and closed it. Everything he believed in was fading. What did she do? A million questions assaulted him.

"I did it. I used my spark and brought him back." She said, feeling proud of herself. "Well I had to patch the bullet hole in his heart first." Even Stacey knew what she was saying was hard to believe. But she witnessed it first hand.

Pete's pain was rising and so was his stress. He felt like a caged animal. Stacey took a syringe out of the cabinet and stuck the needle in his chest. "This should help. It's novacane. For some reason the headmaster has it all over this place. Smoky can I talk you."

Stacey walked over to the door. It hurt her the learn the head master was getting worse. She could barely imagine Pete being shot by his best friend. Someone had to stop him. She looked back at Pete. He was still laying on the autopsy table. His bear chest covered in bandages, some were blood stained. She looked down at her blood stained clothes. She wondered if she should have just let him die. Maybe it was his time, and she messed with the balance of life. Smoky's voice pulled her from her thoughts. "Mamma your just a med student. How did you play God and pull this off? Open heart surgery not to mention starting it again. If Joe finds out."

"He won't. I will not let that happen." She interrupted him.

"He knows everything. We are going to get killed or worse cause you brought back a cute guy."

"I never said." She started to blush.

"I know you more then you think. Your eyes go wide when you look at him." Smoky laughed. He thought of her as a kid sister and loved to make her squirm. "Is that why you brought him back?"

"He brought himself back. He wanted to live again. Even if he doesn't act like it." She looked back him Pete who was looking up at the ceiling. The fact he was still on the death table started to bug her. "Go see if you can gather something for him to sleep on, just a mattress on the floor, anything."

"Take it easy on him mamma. No rough stuff."

"Get out," She said as she pushed him out the door. Maybe Smoky was right, he was nice to look at. No, no, no. It had to be something else.

Pete lay awkwardly looking up at the ceiling. He could feel the fire in his chest slowly fade. He still was unsure of why he was still alive. The words Patrick and him shared before he shot him still echo in his head. Stacey was right he needed to heal if he was ever to save them. Maybe he was brought back for a reason. To save them all. He moved his head to the side to look at Stacey. And maybe she was the angel who saved him.

*****Sorry for the fluff but if writing yourself in a story and have a relationship with a band member is a crime then I know over fifty people on here that should be locked up. But I will promise to try and keep it realistic and down to a minimum.*****************************