The Black Cobra
- LECTURES 146
- Votes 5
- Chapitres 1
En cours d'écriture19m
Dernière publication mar., nov. 28, 2017
The windows were shattered as more smoke and fire rushed out licking away at what remains of the cabin. My eyes widened as more tears seeped out, when I saw a firemen pull a burnt body before the cabin collapsed.
I couldn't move, my feet were cemented into the snow-white ground.
That couldn't be him.
The firemen placed the body on a stretcher. The hectic scene blurred and I went deaf to the noise around me as I forced my feet to the stretcher.
The cabin that used to smell of pine and cinnamon now only smelt of death. I wanted to throw up when I reached the body. Most of the body's usually human skin was now coated in a dried thick crust, the color a harsh dark brown.
This can't be him.
I peered closer and almost lost my footing when my eyes landed on the man's tattooed right arm. It wasn't burned as severely as most of his body. My legs barely held me as I made out his tattoo.
'Blair's are Fearless'
I dropped to my knees feeling empty, my mind foggy, tears now dropping freely. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't speak, and couldn't stand.
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