Two minutes.
They were being cooked alive, the heat unbearable but their parents had told them to stay and so they would.
Five minutes.
Malcolm kept counting the seconds. Nearly eight minutes now. Ires was crying. They could hear shouts and screams. Malcolm wasn't listening, he was still counting. Ires was, he tried to stop crying. They held onto each other tighter.
Nine minutes.
It was getting hotter and blurrier. They couldn't breathe. Smoke was coming through the cracks and their bodies were burning faster and faster. Both were crying but because of pain this time.
Nine minutes, fifty-one seconds.
Both had passed out.
Fifteen minutes.
The brothers would be the last people the firefighters pulled from the wreck.
Both died.
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The Rebirth
FantasíaGod's Playthings part 1 Ires and Malcolm swore that they would never be apart.Even in death, they were together. Suddenly its been 12 decades since they died and both are reborn halfway across the world from each other. Only one has his memories
