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Chapter 7: -Kade's POV- Protect

-Kade's POV- Protect

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, breathe!" I gasped as I tried for about the fifth time. Everything that was coming out of him was pure black smoke. Who knows how long his house was on fire, and howling he was breathing in that smog. I looked at this boy again. He had to be no older than ten. I tried again some more. I was honestly losing hope. Then suddenly... He coughed.

"Ehhe-ehhhe-ehhe!..." he coughed and coughed and I nearly cried out in relief. I didn't know saving people could have such a big impact on you if your target didn't survive.

"Thank God you're alive," I gasped as I let out a long breath, kneeling beside the boy on his side coughing his death out.

"Mommy... Daddy..." he rasped before coughing more.

... Oh yeah... He was yelling for them, wasn't he?... No... Please no. Don't let them be in the fire.

"Mommy. Daddy..." he said, his voice getting stronger as he tried to push himself up with struggling arms. An alarm went off in my head.

"Don't move," I said quickly catching him when his arms gave out and pulled his head onto my lap. He looked up at me and I nearly broke.

"Please Sir... tell me: where is Mommy and Daddy?..."

His deep and foresty-green eyes had big flows of water streaming down his face and almost instantly reached my lap. The tears soaked into my pair of shorts and kept on coming.

"I... I don't know," I said honestly as I choked back a swallow.

He then threw himself at me and started full on crying, snot n' all. He kept on wailing for his Ma and Pops. It literally broke my heart. I kept on rubbing his in smooth and strong circles, trying to calm the brokenhearted boy down.

This boy is so young, and to lose his parents just like that? It must be awful... I'm sure they were great parents judging from his reaction. Not many people are lucky like that. The poor guy... so small...

But after about five minutes, I had to force myself to put down the boy from my lap, standing up. There were others I had to save. I felt my heart literally ripping itself up as I tried not to think about all the horrible things this boy could or would have to go through now. Where would he go? What would he do? Does he know anyone that could take him in? Does he even know how to communicate with people, especially after this experience?

He sniffed and instantly grabbed my pinky finger tightly, looking up at me as the water from his eyes didn't seem to seize its flow. "Please Sir..." he choked with huge and begging eyes, "Don't leave me."

Then there was no question: I was keeping him. He was his Ma and Pops, but now he's mine, and nobody else's.

I bent down and gently but firmly grabbed his hand looking straight into his innocent and broken eyes. Those eyes held memories I could not see, and love I could not hold. But what I did see were unspoken words of need and complete and utter trust. "I won't let you go."

He gave a big sniff before I lifted him up onto my back and started to walk back towards his house, going to look around it to see if his parents were anywhere near it. I sadly doubt they lived, though. If they didn't respond to their sons voice then...