Survival of the Fittest

Three

Elliot didn't hesitate and ran into the sea of burning houses and screams.

"Wait! Elliot!" Phelyx followed shortly after him.
The hot sticky air pushed against his face as he looked for his friend.

But no luck.
Elliot had taken off somewhere. Leaving Phelyx behind in smoke. Literally.

He worked with gasoline a lot, so the smoke wasn't all too bad for him. But he would still cough, just not as bad as others.

He ran threw the darkened smoke searching for anyone he could find.

That's when he saw them.

The vampires were the cause of it all! From the screams of terror and agony to the flaming seas of smoke and fire!

But Phelyx hadn't fought anyone before. He was only fourteen after all! He just stood there. As he watched an innocent woman torn into pieces, and they ate her, limb by limb, organ by organ it was a bloody mess!

Phelyx would never forget the lady's last few words. They were almost, engraved onto his brain and he would take this and her words into his grave.

"Please... Just don't..... Hurt Reven..!"
Reven was Rev's real name. But no one ever called him that but his mother. She didn't like that people called him "Rev" because of how rebellious of a teen he was.
She stuck with his birth name. Which he didn't mind really. Unless someone else besides his mother and friends, if they called him that, say bye-bye to a few of your teeth.

Phelyx continued threw the smoke as his eyes began to water. Why did they decide to attack now?

Did they know him and Elliot were away? No, why would they care? They don't even know who Elliot and Phelyx are!

His thoughts were broken by the giant snap of a piece of burning wood breaking off of a house.

Snap!

Phelyx fell to his knees screaming in agony. He stared as the sizzling of his blood simmered in his ears.

It hurts to get stabbed in the leg; But it hurts worse when it's a giant piece of wood that's on fire. Way more.

He clenched his fists as he sat up from his stomach and griped the wood with one hand as the other held his leg. But he couldn't. He was too afraid.

"Phe--el-yx...." The voice was a teenage boy's voice. And it sounded as if he was crying.

Phelyx looked around. And saw him.

Rev was trapped in a collapsed home. His collapsed home to be exact. He had tears rolling down his face as his eyes were squinted shut.
One of his hands was clutching his shoulder and covered in blood, which meant he was obviously stabbed in the shoulder somewhere.

Phelyx slid over to him. Leaving a stained trail behind him.

"R-rev what happened???"

"L-lemme see your leg..."

Phelyx slightly slid backwards and showed Rev his leg. Rev let go of his arm and without warning yanked the wooden steak out of phelyx's leg.

Phelyx screamed out and Rev winced in guilt.

"You wouldn't have been able to pull it out yourself. I did you a favor..." He said. His voice was raspy with pain.