I told Madie I would put this up...
be nice Below
was screaming. Gutteral, jaws-dislodged-like-a-snake-about-to-feed, falling-from-ten-thousand-feet-without-a-parachute, soul-ripping screaming.
Time seemed suspended, like before impact in a high speed car crash. What I was sure could only have been seconds felt like an eternity. Bright lights strobed like paparazzi chasing down the latest underage celebutante after a night of illegal alcohol consumption. I could feel the blood flowing through my body with the force of Thor's Hammer, desperately trying to escape the confines of my paste colored skin. Except, I looked down and I was the color and brightness of a golden sunset. I was on fire, and not in a good way.
How I could be in more of a panic, I don't know, but somehow I managed. I followed my flame encircled arm from my elbow to my hand, which had a death grip on an also flaming, quite well defined bicep, which was attached to an even more defined bare male chest. In the ensuing pandemonium I had forgotten that there had, in fact, been a "we".
I raised my head to find two amazingly gorgeous pale blue eyes as alight with the same terror mine were surely showing. Despite the flames, tiny icicles were forming on his finely chiseled face. It appeared to be sweat that was freezing on contact with the air. It was then that I felt a bone crunching pressure on my upper arms and I realized that I was not the only one with a death grip. This raised the pitch of my scream by about two octaves, making me sound like a banshee in a bear trap. I pulled my focus back to the face in front of me and noticed his choppy black hair blowing uncontrollably about his head. In my peripheral vision I could see tendrils of my own long red locks flying about in a crazy dance. Scraps of what I assumed to be my missing clothing and chunks of earth were violently thrashing around us. We were in the eye of an arctic tornado, complete with snow. It was furiously spinning and crackling with electricity. I could only hope that this would extinguish the inferno erupting from our bodies.
My lungs felt like they were going to implode from this screaming. There could not possibly be anything left in them to expel. We both must have realized this at the same time and collectively gasped, sucking in enough air to make a vacuum jealous. And then.....silence.
No wind. No flames. No screams. Silence. Complete silence.
I surveyed our surroundings. We were kneeling in a six foot hole in the ground on top of two similarly positioned (but apparently not as fortunate) skeletons. Even though we had been on fire, we were not burned. My dress was shredded, but luckily enough of it still existed to cover the important things. A blood soaked t-shirt was tied tightly around my thigh. This would explain the bare-chestedness of my companion. I'm not sure if that's a word, but at a time like this, my executive decision was to make it one. Dirt was raining down like the remains of Fourth of July fireworks, falling lightly in our tangled tresses. I was too tired to be scared anymore. Every inch of me hurt, down to my pores and folicles.
Simultaniously, we relaxed our grip on each other and dropped our hands as if looking in a mirror. A chill shot up my spine causing my teeth to chatter as a single tear slowly slid it's way down my cheek and onto my bone dry upper lip. It was then that I saw his lips start to move. First a twitch, then his whole mouth opened. The first thing I heard was his shallow breath escaping to the beat of my own pounding heart. Then finally he broke the silence with a barely audible croak.
"Did we do it?"
I let out a choked grunt and remained fixated on those blue, blue eyes.
"Did we do it?" he repeated.
It's not that I didn't hear him the first time, I just didn't know the answer to that question. I didn't even know if we were still alive. It was then that I heard the distant sound of sirens approaching. The world tilted and became wavy, like when a dream sequence begins on a television show.
"Milly, are you ok? Milly? Talk to me! Talk to me, dammit!"
That was the last thing I heard before I passed out.