The Savior: Origins

Chapter Twenty-Six

Before we even got there we could smell the smoke. If our worries and anxieties weren't bad enough the dark aura in the air made it so much worse.

When we drove up, the first thing I noticed was fire. The warehouse was up in flames. Dark and thick smoke piled up around us.

We drove right inside and crashed through the decaying wall. Sending concrete and rubble in every direction.

Me and Simon got out instantly, my wheelchair along with us. I turned in the flames, looking for him. For the man who plagued my nightmares and sight. Even in the morning, he haunted my conscious dreams.

I watched through the sickening heat. It burned through my body and made me feel awful and disgusting, but I pushed it away and aside. I needed to find my people, my family.

I needed to make sure they got out. Every last one.

"Where are you Burnham!" I yelled, in the center of it all. "Come and get me!"

"Mia!" I heard a shout. I knew that voice all too well, the voice of a young girl, a child in pain.

A child's voice that I instantly recognized.

"Florida!" I screamed, bolting towards the sound of the noise. "Florida, I am coming!" I gripped the sides of chair, spinning the wheels over the ashes.

That was the one thing I spinning mind caught onto. There were ashes everywhere. From the chair's the mattresses we set up. Everything we had set up was now darkness under me.

I thought I heard Simon calling me back, but I couldn't focus on it. I pictured the young girl in my mind, in pain. Her suffering.

I turned a corner and saw a small and harmless fireball land in front of me. I turned and saw a whimpering Macy and a crouching Ty. I paused and rolled over to them.

"Ty?" I looked down at them and anxiously fidgeted. "I told you not to come, how did you know it was me?"

"Macy, makes Mia noises whenever your approaching." He told me, staying shockingly silent. "Stay here."

"I can't, he has Florida, I need to go!" I pulled back to go before he gripped my hand.

"No, he doesn't." He told me firmly and tensely. He knew something I didn't. That's when I noticed how tightly Macy's leash was wrapped around his hands. How much he was losing his edge.

"What do you mean? I heard her?"

"I heard it too." He told me, in a panic. "They are copying voices; I don't know how. They are trying to draw us out." He gripped my hand so tightly, like if he let go I would be gone forever. "Trust me, I got Florida out. At one point." He stopped himself for a moment before continuing. "At one point the voice was you."

I looked at him, afraid for a moment. Not of him, or of me. I was afraid for him. That what he heard, or what he saw is going to change him. Forever.

"Ty, its me." I told him. Comforting any doubts in his mind of otherwise.

"I know." He nodded, "I know." I attempted to pull him to his feet but he refused and sat back down.

"Mia. I am dangerous." He told me, shaking his head. "The fire started because of me. Because I heard them, I heard screams that I couldn't find." His hands were shaking and he was, for once scared. I could see fear in every move he made.

And if he got scared, if Tyson Myers was out of bravery. How was I supposed to have enough courage for the both of us?

"The only thing, I want to do in my life. The only thing, is protecting you. And I couldn't find you. I couldn't even- "