According to his memory

Chapter 11

Vincent Bishop POV

 I watch the average height woman scramble from the scene while her short black hair bounced with each step. I would get into more trouble if I didn't stop her to bring her in for a report. She could be the one who started it for all we know. Some guys love to be that close to their destruction. 

I follow her after I shed the heavy bibbers to expose the cut off t-shirt and work out shorts I had been in at the station before we got the call. My shoulder tattoo that I had recently got had started causing attention. The firehouse red emblem surrounded by black Hawaiian flames went down to my elbow on the left side where it looked like the emblem was coming out of my skin. (Shown above) 

The girl ran up to an apartment building, up the stairs where I tracked them twice as fast. I was almost right behind her now. She scurried to grab her keys from the small purse that was across her, drooping from her shoulder. My eyes instinctively scanned the hallway to see smoke coming from the door that the girl stood in front of.

"Stop," I yell and she jumps as I start banging on all the doors around me. "Fire! Fire! Get out! Fire!" I yell with the demand I had been taught to use before pulling the alarm at the end of the hallway. The red box screeched a warning throughout the entire building. People came out of their apartments confused and worried as they made their way out of the building. 

"Get moving!" I scream at the black haired woman in the same scramble for her keys. I walk through the swarm of people before getting to her trying to pick her up and remove her myself.

She must actually be suicidal   I thought as I go to hoist her upon my shoulder but she struggles.

"No, I have to make sure my sister isn't in there!" She yells at me like a commander in the army with an anger that seeped into her at the thought of me removing her. 

I contemplate my next move carefully as the people in the hallway grow thinner and thinner. I huff finally with my decision and I throw her over my shoulder and dropping the fighting thing off at the end of the hallway.

"Stay put." I point to the ground as an angry tear slips down her cheek.

I run to the smoking door where I can feel the heat already. I shake my head of thought of my own concern and use all my body weight to bust through the door. Smoke heaves over me like a tsunami and I hold my breath while clearing the first room. I wander around until I find a small hallway and open the first door next to me which is a bathroom. I take a big gulp of semi clean air before going back to open the next door. 

A small frame huddles in the corner with a bra covering her face. She was smart to use it as a shield but not smart enough to get out. She looked on in horror as I entered and a loud sob broke her body. As I got closer the noise of agony turned into relief and she jumped to hug me only to collapse. She fell unconscious and I swooped her off her feet and ran to the hallway where I knew I'd be able to breath. Fire licked my unprotected skin as I made my way. My mind felt blurry as I knew the oxygen that I was supposed to be getting wasn't making it, the fire consumed it all. I made it out in time to gasp as much air in as possible.

 Just get them to safety. Just get them to safety. I kept repeating the same thing to myself so I knew I'd be able to get down into the street with both girls.