The last things my eyes land on are the shocked faces of my faces that are slowly forming into horrified faces. My left nostril drips blood from where I hit it on the hard, unforgiving metal. I didn't understand what was wrong. I just fell and hit my nose, a nosebleed isn't that bad, right?

Then next comes the noise. The noise that breaks the silence of the calm before the storm. It's a harbinger of explosives, of death. It's the noise of something powering up. My hand. I look at where my hand hit the wall, and instead of the metal wall covered in wires, a small switch is there, flipped up. The realization hit hard, harder than the day I came back from a week long school trip and my dad barreled into me a bit too hard. I flipped it on. It was powering up. But the epiphany came too late.

The blinding flash of light came just a second after my realization, and I would have screamed from the overexposure to my retinas if there hadn't been more concerning matters at hand. Like the tearing sensation. I suddenly felt as if a burning hand gripped my arm tight and pulled me one way while another burning hand, this time a burning cold, pulled me the other way. I screamed. I screamed like I never had before, like my throat was being pulled out of me and the only way to get it to stay was to keep screaming. I screamed as long and hard as I could, until boiling liquid seeped into my lungs, my heart, my veins, as if all my moisture in my body decided to gather in one place and become boiling hot and fill my organs.

Now, I say this as if I had all the time in world, but in reality it was only half a minute. I couldn't keep conscious if I wanted to or not. And at that moment I did not not want to stay conscious. I want to fall into the blackness that threatened my vision as soon as the blinding, holy light enveloped me. I wanted to die. But as I retreat in the soothing black, my last thought was, I don't want anyone to endure this, not my friends, not my family, not anyone. Then I knew no more.

(Later, the two friends would be tied to a boiler and they would flinch as they hear a distant scream-- the same exact scream they heard one year ago when their lives changed forever. But then Danny is running towards them, and they knew no more.)

This is just a short little fic that my mind wouldn't let me drop until I wrote it down, so I decided to post it so here we are! Sorry it's so short, I don't write many long stories. Show me some love and review please! It'll just warm my heart to know that people out there actually enjoy my writing :) Peace! X