31-Day MCSM One Shot Challenge - July Edition 2018

Fire

Generated prompt of the day: Fire

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Screams filled the air. People were calling, yelling and even crying. The night air was cold, yet all anybody felt was heat.

Children clung to their parents, their faces streaked with tears. There wasn't a person that wasn't devastated at the sight of Beacontown.

The glorious city was in flames, smoke spiraling up into the dark sky. Just about every building was breaking down, falling apart piece by piece.

It started with an explosion.

Everybody was asleep, Beacontown bathing in calm moonlight. Then the ground shook, a thundering noise blocking out all other. Soon followed by another... and another.

Three massive explosions, sending the city into one big bonfire. Over half of Beacontown's population was severely injured, thirty people killed.

Most people stood outside, watching in heartbreak as the city crumbled to ashes. Families were huddling together in groups, many people mourning of the ones who didn't survive. There were five groups of people receiving first aid as well.

"Where is our Hero In Residence?" One of the men waiting to get treated asked in a raged voice. "Dead? I haven't seen her!"

"Hey!"

Radar, who was busy wrapping up another man's upper arm, suddenly stood straight up. He lashed out, shoving the man who had spoken.

"You do not talk that way about Jesse!" Radar hissed through gritted teeth. "She's in there right now, looking for any more survivors that might be trapped, she is risking her life for her citizens! So don't you dare speak another negative word about her!"

The man narrowed his eyes, scowling at Radar, before turning away and making his way to another one of the first aid groups. Radar ignored the people staring at him, kneeling back down to continue tending to the man's wounds.

He kept glancing back at Beacontown, fear plastered across his face. Jesse was in need of medical attention herself, yet she had refused to even sit down until she was sure everybody was safe.

Radar's little cottage was mostly unharmed by the explosion – although it was probably burned to a crisp by then. The first thing he had done was make his way to the Order Hall. One of the explosions had been targeted right at the Order Hall – no doubt a clear attempt at ending Jesse's life.

However, Radar had arrived in time to see her crawling through a hole in the wall, her clothes covered in ash, and her face burned.

Radar finished wrapping the man's arm, only to realise that most people had scattered off to the other four first aid groups. No doubt his temper scared them off a bit.

Radar got up, walking into the crowds. He glued his eyes to the smoke filled entrance of Beacontown. Somebody had just came stumbling out through the entrance, coughing violently. He was immediately embraced by a woman, who then lead him away from the entrance right towards one of the first aid teams.

Radar waited anxiously, praying that Jesse would be the next to come out. He wasn't sure how much longer a person would be able to survive in that smoke filled area.

All of a sudden his heart leaped. Radar began pushing past people, hastily trying to get to the entrance.

Jesse came stumbling out through the smoke, clutching the hand of a small child while carrying an even younger one on her hip. She looked exhausted to say the least, her eyes red from the smoke, almost every exposed part of her skin burned.