The city was cloaked by flaming dresses down each street, the flames and the smoke erased the stars that lustered with beauty in the fair streets of London. Every corner, alleyway, road was nothing but flames waiting for people to make a mistake and run down the wrong way to find nothing, but the hands of death at each dead end. The whole city turned into a chaotic melody created by Satan's own hands.

The heat from the fire almost made it seem like we were burning on top of a huge flame. The red from the flare blinds everyone's eye with the tone of death, making them panic like a murderer cornering you with a knife in one hand and a bloody hand in the other. I can't tell that this was London anymore, the burned bodies, the ashes, the houses slowing dying their own deaths, this was a nightmare, I'm not even sure if I'm in hell.

This is the third day, Wednesday September 4th, 1666...

I tried to escape the flames as they chased me down each twist and turn I made, like a criminal who stole the crown and was being chased down by the Charlies. Pieces of wood fall with a flash of red dancing on each splinter, people push and shove for their own sake, not realizing how worthless it was to waste more lives. I kept on running and taking each alleyway I can, avoiding the crowded streets. It was safer to run here then there suprisely. I know the back ways better than any other map of London you can find.

I could feel my skin sweating from both the heat and running. I can't stop, if I can get to the East London Wall, then I can escape, but is it already in flames I wonder? I can't tell from all of the smoke blocking the north star, my only compass.

I kept on running with the screams echoing in my ears, making a ring that eventually started hurting my ears. I can hear my feet below me as I step on each stone. I could feel the pull of the earth that lies beneath the soles of my shoe as it forcefully pushed me down. My eyes puff up with tears, I could feel the water drops as they lightly traced around my eyelids. Not one fell down my cheeks, they evaporate quickly enough so that I wouldn't feel the pain that the tears brought to myself.

The more I started to run, the more I feel... lost...

As I ran I looked around at the consuming area to find some sort of clue if I was heading the right way or possibly the wrong way... Even though all of the buildings were falling down, I can possibly recognize the shapes. London is a small city and is easy to memorize, but now the more I think about it... The shapes of the buildings don't look like the ones Lothbury has... Lothbury is next to the London Wall... If this is not Lothbury then... then where am I?

The flames drew closer. The flames tried to grab hold of me, as they danced closer to the point where I could see every shade of color the flames had. The blaze lightly touched my skin, like parched fingers stroking my cheeks, not even a bruise was left behind.

The flames were closing in. I pushed myself to run faster. Push through the flames, before its too late. I picked up the pace and was running faster, but I was losing more and more energy.

There is an opening in the flames ahead... I can get out of this alleyway at last and figure out where to go from there. I slowly breathed in and out, keeping my heart at a steady speed. I have a chance, I can avoid the fire and get out of here.

The flames grew with anger and started to cultivate more.

I could hear pieces of wood stumbling as they crashed down, hitting the barren stones. London is falling apart... My nightmares are piling up like the pile of ashes that surrounded me. My chest started burning. I could feel the ring that I had tied around my neck was getting warm, almost to the point that it would scar my chest and leave a golden stain.

Just a little further...

I held my breath as I reached the end of the alleyway. The smoke was getting thicker and stronger. I was surprised that I wasn't dead, anyone would be dead by now by from all of the toxic vapors filling the air. I tried not to breath as much while escaping the fire... that is the reason...

I used my last bit of energy to dive through the end of the alleyway that was filled with blazes. The smoke became heavier, shading my iris with silvery smoke. Through my eyes I can taste the chemicals then I couldn't with my mouth or nose. The smell of cremated London is scarring my mind.

I felt the force of the fire as it tried to grasp me and pull me into its fiery arms. The heat could burn through my sleeves and burn me alive. I didn't care. It could burn me all it wanted, it's not enough to stop me... Not just yet...

I could feel my body cooling down. I removed my arms from my face and blinked a little to let my eyes adjust to the many colors of red.

I stopped in the middle of the street and tried to catch my breath unaware of the environment around me. I didn't know where I was... I partly caught my breath and found the courage to look up. I found myself in a ring of fire. Bodies painted with black ashes, partly together, buildings screaming in terror, streets heavily brushed with red, and a church... Shattered glass of colors were the only colors that made me realize that this is more than a nightmare... more than hell...

" This place... The streets... This isn't Lothbury... So where am?," I looked around at what was left of the buildings. I couldn't tell where I was. My eyes were drawn to what was behind me, there burning the in flames lies what seems like a church, " That is St. Paul's Cathedral... That is impossible, I know that I was heading in the right direction," I tried to stay as calm as possible regardless of the fire waiting to swallow me whole. If I don't stay calm then I have no way of figuring out where I am, " If I can find Cheapside then I can find Lothbury... Cheapside is on the right of 's...," I looked at the street on the right of 's, there wasn't a single flame in the streets, only the buildings colored the street.

I lighty breathed, still catching my breath from all of the running. I closed my eyes and listened to my heart pounding rapidly. I can't believe this... How much a peaceful night turned into a chaotic night in only a few days.

I opened my eyes again, having most of my energy restored. I looked down the street that led to Cheapside. I couldn't believe my eyes, " No... that is impossible...," there in my escape route, fire lingering on the cobblestones, " Fire can't spread that quickly...," I looked around, there was fire everywhere, each street was painted with fire, " There is no escape..."

Just staring at the blaze made me feel... dizzy... My mind feels so foggy, smokey... I don't know how much I can take anymore... I want to keep on trying and fight back the chemicals, but now... I don't have the strenght to fight anymore...

I felt so weak... so powerless...

I couldn't feel my body, I couldn't feel the aching pain that I was in. I feel so empty, like I'm bleeding... Am I really bleeding? Or is it just my mind bleeding from inside from the endless colors of red?

With my last bit of energy that I had, I lifted my feet slightly above the ground. I felt even sleepy. I slowly closed my eyes and took a last look at the very last scene that I found myself stuck in. I could feel air racing up against my body, I could feel the force of the earth pulling me down. I could barely hear the beats of my delicate heart getting lighter, weaker. With each slow beat I felt heavier in my chest. I could still hear it... the screaming pitch of the city, they slowly echo out of my mindless body.

I could feel my elbows scraping up against the ground, tear a little skin apart. My fingers curled up as they tried to break my fall. The texture of the cold, wet stone rubbed up against my cheeks. I could feel my cheeks burning, but not feeling the pain. Touch without feel...

I'm kinda scared... I'm scared of death... it was something that I didn't want to face now or at least not like this. I would never have thought of being scared of a phase of life... I don't want to die... not just yet... I have questions and tasks that I want to perform. I want revenge...

I slowly opened my eyes. I could only see red and orange... I blinked once more, focusing my eyes. The fire grew, nothing had changed...

I took deep breathes, that slowly helped me regain my vision. Fire kept on tearing the parts over and over again, like a gruesome murder. My eyes wandered off to the burnt bodies that filled each corner. One by one the wind picked up some ashes from their burnt, torn flesh.

My eyes wandered away from the unfortunate scene and looked above me. I blinked quickly and focused on the gold shape that hid in the street. I placed my free hand and felt around my chest, searching for my ring that I tied around my neck. I couldn't feel it...

I looked back at gold ring that lay upon the street, laughing that I'm going to give up, yelling at me, " What are you waiting for? You're better than that!" The ring knows me too well... It knows me better then I know myself...

I took a deep breath and tried to push myself up. I pressed my elbow up against the stones that layed beneath me, struggling to push myself even an inch off the ground... I'm too weak to perform such a task... My elbow gave up and I fell back on the ground. From that little fall came more pain.

I bit my lips and my hand followed to the source of the pain. My hand loosely grabbed the side of my waist. It felt so warm and thick. I couldn't see my waist from the position I was in, so I removed my hand that eased the pain and brought it close to my face. My hand dripped with blood. The blood cried little droplets that ran down my arm, running perfectly along my veins.

" How did I cut myself? This is a deep cut... scraping up against the ground wouldn't have caused this wound...," The pain grew stronger and I gave a little scream. It rang through the street and bounced back and forth, having nowhere else to go.

I covered my wound tightly with my hand and looked back at my ring. With my feet, I pressed down against the ground and tried to grab the stones to pull myself up towards the ring that awaited my grasp. I tried to control my breathing and kept on going. Each movement, caused more pain. I didn't care now, as much as it hurt it won't heal just complaining about it. I bit my lips even harder, holding in my painful, fearful screams.

I kept on moving towards my goal until I could grasp it. I'm paying a price to move up to my goal, suffering the pain.

I stretched out my hand, grasping the ring tightly. I moved the palm that imprisoned the ring and brought it to eye level. I losed my grip and stared at the ring. The beautiful, cold band that was colored with king's gold was now designed with my blood. The red coloring reminded me of the mess that I was in...

I want revenge... I want to kill the person who has done this to me... make them feel the same pain that they brought upon me... I want a second chance...

If you had a second chance to live, would you take it or just throw it and let the wind sweep that chance away? If you could rewrite a past or even history, would you do it to leave questions to the many generations to come, or just write over the past and replace it with a new one? Past makes up what we are, they make up our history... What if you don't have a past to begin with?

I want that chance... I want to take that chance, even if that means giving up my soul...

" Just say those words...," I whispered to myself, " Just say those words..."

" Scream it out, like you mean it," said one voice, " Give us our orders..."

" You have the strength to say it, the will to say it," said another voice, " We are forever your protectors..."

" A single breath, singular order ," said the third voice, " So do it... We shall grant your wish."

" 3..."

" 2..."

" 1..."

I took a deep breath and let out a powerful yell, " I wish this! I want this! I want to do this! Come and get me now!"