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Block UserI have a very hard job to do now. Editing. Yes the very fun job of editing your first manuscript and not wanting to screw it up. So far so good though. I do have some good news for all...I'm giving you a little treat here! o^_^o A little sneak peak ladies and gentlemen!! But be forewarned it is my own work and whomever copies it for their own purposes will not looked upon kindly...Now for your viewing enjoyment....
Fire rose up out of the dark abyss, surrounding everything in it's path. Red and orange flames licked the walls of the building as she tried to pass through the hallway. On the walls hung paintings of all sizes, that now were unrecognizable, the canvas's curled into charred pieces. She dared not use the wall as the guide, for fear of burning her hands. Pieces of flaming wall came down all around her, one piece hit her on the shoulder. She screamed as a blister welled up on the reddened skin.
"Adri!" she yelled as smoke gaged her and made her cough.
Smoke filled her lungs making it impossible to breath. She could feel her knees go weak, her body collapsed onto the floor. "Adri, where are you?"
She couldn't seem to figure out where her friend was, or if she was even alive. Just then, a voice came up out of the roaring fire. "Help! Someone help me, please!"
That was no female voice, but male. Distant, almost a whisper. She couldn't tell if it was a child's voice or a male's. "Hello?" she answered. "Who's there?"
More smoke filled her lungs, making it impossible to breath let alone speak. Tears filled her eyes, running down her face, blurring her vision. She looked down, she could see her hands and clothes were torn and blackened from all the smoke and fire. Blood and blisters lined her hands and arms. Spots on her legs were bleeding from cuts she didn't even know she had. She felt like she was going to pass out, her head fuzzy and foreign to her. As she tried to pick herself up off the floor, she heard a loud groan come from above her. Suddenly, the ceiling gave way and began to fall in. Screaming, she moved out of the way as a large piece of plastered ceiling fell where she once laid.
On top of the plastered pieces lay what looked like a body. The girl was confused with the site as she walked around it, making sure nothing else was going to fall on her. Blackened and charred from the building's fire, the body barely hand any flesh showing. It smelled like dead skin just cooked over a hot grill. Blood and puss oozed from blisters that had popped from the fall. The sight and smell of it made her stomach roll, bile rising in her throat. She swallowed, forcing it back down into the pit of her stomach. Bending down to look at it, she could almost tell it was a guy, but could barely see his chest rise and fall with each swallow of breath.
"H-help me..." he coughed.
She about jumped out of her skin when his raspy voice filled the somewhat silence. "Don't worry, I'm going to get us out of here," she said, carefully grabbing his arm to lift him up.
He didn't even scream or jump. But, as she lifted him, a large piece of charred flesh slide off his body and into her hands. She could feel the bile rising again into her throat. As his arm slid from her hands and hit the floor, more flesh peeled off. There was blood everywhere; on the floor, her clothes, and her hands. She fell to her knees and was sick next to the wall. The smell of vomit and blood mixed together hit her senses hard. Bile kept rising up and out of her body as the smell became stronger with each passing second. Finally, when she was sure that she had nothing left to throw up, she got slowly to her feet and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"P-please help," he requested, almost pleading, his voice weak and raspy.
She could hear the desperation in his voice, the sound becoming faint as the sound of the fire got louder. It was getting closer, and more smoke filled the hallway. She coughed as more smoke filled her lungs. "I"m going to go find some help. I'll be back as fast as I can."
Before she could even move an inch, his hand shot out so fast, it caught her off guard. He had his fingers wrapped around her ankle in a vise grip. She screamed and looked down to find red eyes glaring up at her within a skinless, blackened face. She could see the muscles in his face, within the muscle she could make out the pale shadow of blood stained bones. Her stomach rolled again, bile rising up, but she forced it back down as she tried to look him straight in the eyes. "If you don't let go, I can't go get help." she could feel the panic rising in her gut.
"No, you must stay."
She tugged and tugged, but couldn't get free. "Please, let go, you're hurting me." pulling her leg with her hands, but his grip only got tighter. "Let go..NOW!" her final tug rewarded her with a very gruesome sound...and sight.
Not only was her leg free of his grip, but when she looked down-ever so slowly-his forearm had come completely off his body. He didn't even scream or move when his arm disconnected. She, however, did scream and even tried to kick off the broken arm. "Leave me and you'll die," he said crawling towards her.
He dragged himself with his one arm, skin falling off him to the floor to mix with the ashes and blood around them. "No!" and she heard the grand before she could even move. The whole building collapsed around them, fire eating up everything in site.
I hope that everyone enjoyed that little tidbit into my own world of fire and death. Yes I know but if you were able to read the rest, you would love it! I think it's one of the best things I've ever written. If anybody has any critiques about this part of my book, please by all means, I would enjoy the feedback! Toodles
~The most beautiful thing we can ever experience is the mysterious.~Albert Einstein