Pure Moon And Corrupted Stars

Mourning Never Comes Pt1

Kaitlyn sipped her coffee as Altea sat across from us, gossiping about the news.
My family was out working and studying, and for a moment, I was alone in the uncomfortable quiet of the house. I jumped when there was knocking on my door, no one was expected.

Almost spilling my drink, I made my way to the entrance. Altea came in, complaining that her husband had gone to work and left her with their shy cousin. She couldn't handle the extreme silence of her cousin and begged if they could stay for a while.

Kaitlyn didn't speak a lot, and according to Altea, I have the world record for getting the most words out of her. I couldn't help but retort that getting three and a half words from her cousin wasn't justifiable for a world record.

We spoke about many things, Altea mostly gossiped, and talked about hot Idols she was into for the week. She definitely seemed like a bubbly fan-girl and enjoyed carrying the conversation. Kaitlyn mostly nodded and sketched the things Altea was describing to me, and after a while she drew things she liked.

Opening her sketchbook the first page was of a detailed black and white dragon, the eyes were filled in, and Altea bragged that Kaitlyn didn't lift her pen off the page. There were many drawings, most were detailed, but some had a cartoon like style to them.

The majority of her art was of horror, they ranged from gruesome deaths all the way to people merely holding a knife. I noticed she also enjoyed "doodling" detailed fantasy creatures but, only a few followed the horror route, most of them, beautifully painted or coloured.

After a bit, I talked about the things I enjoyed, but, the conversation didn't last long. Kaitlyn brought our attention to the outside, there seemed to be a lot of noise as a strange burning smell filled the room. My nervousness got the better of me and I told the girls to grab their things to go outside.

We all stood grabbed the things closest to us and began to quickly move to the front, stopping at the kitchen door. I stood a few feet behind them as Altea tossed the glass of water onto the handle and after nothing happened Kaitlyn tested the door with her finger tip. Opening it, allowed grey smoke to trace itself up the kitchen.

"I know the kitchen is closer to the front door," They both looked at me, " But, since the smoke is coming towards us let loop around from the back." Just as I say that a firefighter burst through the door behind us.

The man and his partner explained that the complex near us caught fire, and was burning toward us. The whole force was rushing to escort everyone out of the vicinity, and we followed them out to a closed off intersection.

A woman cried near us speaking in a different language. She sounded very upset, clinging to a persons arms as they tried to comfort her. I felt concern for the woman until I looked beyond her.

Many yards away near, a familiar limo was parked next to the sidewalk, I could feel surprise stretch my facial features. They stared at me like the world, analysing me, the force of their gaze, seeped deep into my mind. Suddenly, I could feel my body again as I looked down at my trembling hands.

The eldest brother tipped a hat he was wearing, and the younger blew a kiss towards me before returning into their limo and leaving. A woman begged another about her son.

"PlEAsE DoN'T stAnd THeRe!! HE'S STILL INSIDE!! MY SON! MY BABY BOY!" My legs didn't feel their own as I bolted at the building she came out of. A strange feeling boiled inside me, many voices called for me to stop.

(Google Translate incoming for Russian)

The fire was hot as it burned, I ran pass and jumped over sections of melting metals.

"Privet?!?" The word came out of my mouth involuntarily, "Kto-nibud' zdes'!" I ran faster until I found an untouched area that the fire stalked towards.
"Malen'kiy mal'chik? Gde ty?!" As I said that a ginger ten year old boy poked his head out an adjacent door. I smiled as he looked unharmed. I softly took his hand in mine and told him I would take him to his mother. He nodded and crawled on my chest, an action figure in his small hand.

Parts of the fire began to turn blue as I quickly walked to the entrance. The boy held onto me, his face buried in my neck. I could see the exit until I tripped. Pipes fell from the ceiling scorching my legs. The palms of my hands burned from the heat of the floor as I carefully set the child on his feet.

"Poslushay menya," I took the boys face carefully into my hands," vykhod pryamo vperedi. Ya khochu, chtoby ty podbezhal k nemu," he nodded in understanding as I continued, "no nichego ne trogay."

He ran away, leaving me alone. My vision blurred as I coughed and struggled against the metal cylinder. Seconds flew by as I tired myself out, until I could no longer move. A pair of black shoes came into my sight, the floor creaked under the weight.

White hair tickled my nose as my limbs went numb. I was lifted and pressed against a cold body, as my limbs twitched. I could see blobs of moving blue and white in the background. I could tell a man picked me up and carried me, all I could see was his white hair blowing through the wind from the open door.

Before I knew it I could feel hands touch me. The sound of Altea's voice rang out. Objects flew back and forth as my vision became blurry. Plastic was put on my mouth and nose, as I breathed in tune with a rhythm. My eyes closed as I could hear a siren start up.

End of Chapter.

The Language is Russian, and in this chapter is supposed to translate to "Hello? Is anyone in here! Little boy? Where are you?!"
"Listen to me, the exit is straight ahead. I want you to get there but don't touch anything."
I had to use Google translate