Fire

"Tommy!! Come on, hurry!" The teen screeches. The flames of what he and his friend called 'home' becomes engulfed in the heat. The building begins to crumple. The boy continues to scream for his friend, begging him to flee from the flames. "I'm coming!" Tommy screams. As he is about to run from the flaming house, a burning wooden beam crashes on his leg. The boy screech's in pain. The heat and weight was becoming too much. He wasn't going to make it, and he knew it. "TOMMY! NO!" Tommy's friend, more like brother, rushes to get to his side. Trying to get him out. To save him from his agonizing death. "Don't! Daniel! Don't! Leave me! LEAVE ME, PLEASE! OH GOD, LEAVE!" Daniel had tears clouding his blue eyes. Ash and embers filled his sandy blonde hair, giving a blackened look. Daniel stops in his tracks. And realizes that it's over. He can't do anything. He can't save his brother. He watches helplessly as his friend is soon engulfed by the flames. His olive skin, hazel eyes, and brunette hair were set on fire. Fire. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. It was all too much. Daniel fell to the ground. His knees dig into the dirt. His palms were flat on the ground, and his sobbing increased. Whimpers of hopelessness and despair left his trembling lips. His brother was dead. And it was all thanks to the flames. The burning, hot, scorching flames. Fire. It took everything away from him. His brother was gone. The boy who has stayed by his side as they grew up in the hellish world of orphanages'. Gone. Taken away. The flames. Fire.
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"FIRE!" Daniel looked up. And immediately began to suit up. Putting on the many layers of protective clothing on top of his clothes. After the incident, Daniel dedicated himself to taking out fires. To become a firemen. He watches his brother burn in front of his eyes, he wasn't going to ever do that again. To feel that way. Never. He jumped up into the fire truck and took off to the scene. Rushing as fast as he could. Once on scene, he ran into action. Breaking down the door of a house, and running inside. Checking for any and all survivors. When he cleared the house, he heard a crackling sound. The heat of the flames had burnt a beam in the home. It tumbled onto him, and crushed his leg. His heart beater even faster. His life began to flash before his eyes. In a slow motion, projected vision. His wife. His boys. All flashed. But one memory remained until his world went dark. Fire.