Ｂｕｒｎｅｄ - ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʜʀᴇɴʜᴇɪᴛ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇꜱ (Under Construction)

Chpt.3: Lily

Erik's POV

As I reached the top of the staircase, I turned to my left and found something surprising.

The hallway leading to a room was completely black, from floor to ceiling, all of it was scorched. It was as if a bomb had gone off.

I walked down the hallway, testing the ground carefully before I put my full weight on it.

When the blackened floor finally led me to the room at the end of the hall, I found it had no door and leaned past the doorway to see inside.

A small pull out cot was all that filled the room in the way of furniture, but as I looked to my right, I found a pile of clothes as well.

I walked into the room, crouching to grab a yellow dress from the pile. It was a young girl who slept here, somewhere in her early teens if the size of the clothing had anything to say about it.

I sighed, standing as I dropped the dress back onto the floor. With the state of her room and who I assumed was her father, I scarcely felt any good had come to her in this house.

As I turned to leave the room, I paused, tilting my head at the clear point of view I now had. The explosion had come from this room.

I admit that when we first came here, I thought we had the wrong house, that Hank's invention was faulty, but this room proved Charles right... This girl was one powerful mutant.

Charles' POV

As I walked down a hallway on the first level of the house, I began the let down my defenses so I could gauge just where Lily was, but I nearly doubled over at the pain it caused.

I quickly built my defenses again and leaned against the wall closest to me until I had finished doing so.

"Where are you, Lily?" I asked myself, panting as I recovered from the immense pain that seemed to settle in my left leg.

Once I was able to stand properly, I pushed off the wall and continued my path, following a hall until I found a door with a disturbing amount of locks.

From the top of the door down to its base, locks of varying types and sizes covered the gap between the door and its frame, but the strangest part was, the door handle looked as if it had been melted. The brassy metal was branded into the cheap wood of the door like a Salvador Dali painting.

I lowered myself a bit to peer through the hole where the door handle once was and frowned that I couldn't see a thing.

I stood and sighed before calling out in my mind for Erik, I would need his help.

A few seconds later, Erik joined me in the hallway, seeing why I needed him before I said anything.

Erik paused and lifted his hands, staring at the door in concentration before the metal screws holding in the locks all began to unscrew themselves, letting each and every lock fall to the ground, one by one.

As soon as the last lock on the door fell, the door creaked open on its own, hinting that the foundation of the house wasn't level. Even knowing that I couldn't shake the chill that crawled up my spine.

Erik and I shared a look before I began the descent into what appeared to be a cellar.

I felt around the wall as I stepped, trying to find a light switch on my way down, and smiled when I had success.

Florescent lights flickered to life in the dingy space, and my smile immediately dropped. There, in the back-left corner of the cellar, was a girl who looked as if she were half-dead, sitting in a pool of water.