"Dad?"
Sam's eyes snapped open at the words, his heartrate rocketing from a few beats per minute to over seventy. Oh god, he thought. Lloyd.
Ignoring the blood oozing from his forehead, the teen uncurled from his protective position. "Lloyd? Lloyd, I- oh thank god." he murmured. The toddler was still encircled in his arms, the worn blue blanket wrapped around his small body.
"Can I come out now?" Lloyd asked, his eyes watching his father warily. "I- yeah, yeah. Just be careful," Sam said as he stood, brushing tiny crumbs of concrete off his hoodie. He leaned down and gave Lloyd his hand, helping the three-year old up. "We were lucky to make it out, I guess," he muttered with a chuckle.
"Hey Dad?" Lloyd asked. Sam turned back to Lloyd and scooped him up, balancing the kid on his hip as he stepped through the wreckage of their collapsed house carefully. "Yeah, what is it?" he responded.
"Where's Crispin?"
Sam's breath caught in his throat, and he gripped Lloyd a little tighter. "He's- uh- he went to the store." Lloyd looked up at his dad's face and frowned. "No he dinnit. He read me a story and then tucked me in, and then you started yelling and the house fell on us." Sam cringed a little. "Yeah, he left right- right after he tucked you in. He's perfectly fine, just a little shocked. I'm sure he's waiting for us right outside the door-"
Lloyd released his torn blue blanket and lifted his chubby index finger, pointing towards a large chunk of what had previously been their ceiling. Looking up at his dad, he frowned. "No? I can see him right under that rock."
Sam continued walking, carefully making his way through the rubble. He was nearly to the door now, just had to make it across the remains of the living room. Lloyd kept talking. "He's not moving. Dad? We need to go get him. That's what you do when someone's not moving, right?"
They made it to the door.
Slowly, because if he went too fast the rest of the unstable building would fall in on them, Sam eased the front door open and stepped out onto their lawn, the grass feeling like a carpet compared to the rocks of a few moments ago. "Dad? Dad!" Lloyd was shouting, gripping his father's hoodie. "Dad, we need to go back and get Crispin!" Sam shook his head blankly, his eyes glazed over.
"Sam!" I look up. "Go get Lloyd- he's in his room, they're on the roof, save Lloyd-" Crispin shouted before a chunk of rock fell between us. My eyes widened slightly. "Crispin?" I yelled, fearing the worst. "I'm fine I- just- Go get Lloyd!" he coughed out.
I nodded, turning and running towards Lloyd's room as fast as I could without causing the unstable building to collapse further. Bursting through the door, I looked for his tiny bed. "Lloyd!" I exclaimed, rushing forward to scoop him up in my arms. A scream came from outside the door, and I heard a menacing creak echo through our home. I dropped to the floor and curled around Lloyd, trying to ignore the scream echoing through my mind.
"Dad? Dad, what's happening-" Lloyd coughed out. He shivered, and I could tell some of the dust had gotten into his lungs. His fragile, little lungs, that could burst at any moment, that could be crushed by falling rock, that could be- Stop. Turn that train of thought around.
"Nothing Lloyd, the house is falling, you just need to stay with me and then we'll be safe, we'll be alright I promise," I rambled. Another creak echoed through the room, and I saw a crack shoot across the ceiling. I held Lloyd tighter.
"Dad? Dad? DAD?!"
Lloyd's shouts brought Sam back to reality, his head snapping back to the current situation. "Crispin's in there! We need to go back!" Sam gave him a look, his eyes pleading, and opened his mouth to tell his son a lie. "Don't worry Lloyd, he's fi-"
The roof collapsed.
Sam shrieked, and Lloyd was aware of being shoved forward. He stumbled forward, his blanket catching on something and being ripped from his hands. The toddler came to a stop a few feet of the house, and he began backing away once he saw what had happened. The slowly dispersing cloud of dust covered most of the damage, but Lloyd knew what had just happened.
He moved forward to grab the hand sticking out from underneath the rubble, to pull at the green sleeve and- and- and do something. He had to do something.
Someone grabbed him from behind, and Lloyd screamed. He was flipped around and could see a masked stranger holding him, their face obscured by a mask. "Who- who the fuck are you," he stuttered out, using a word he had heard Crispin say once. The stranger didn't respond, and instead tucked the toddler under their arm. Lloyd shivered as he felt something fan out behind them, and then let out another scream as he felt himself rising off the ground.
Looking back down, Lloyd saw the rubble of his house lift away. He let out a shriek, hitting the stranger's armored stomach with his tiny fists. "Let- me- go!" he squeaked. With every wingbeat- because that's what they were, the things on the stranger's back, they were wings- he got higher and higher. Lloyd reached out for his home, his parents, his world.
The stranger kept flying.
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Fiction Historique"kai?" the small being said. "who are my real parents?"
