Just a quick little fic I wrote for school. I got the prompt words "fire, scientist, jeep, forest, meteor" and was told to do as I wished. It was only supposed to be about a paragraph but I had a little fun with it.
~~~WARNING~~~ CHARECTER DEATH! Lots... and lots...
The sky was black.
It was not the grey-blue of town nights, nor was it the kind of night that is barely that that one experiences in cites.
It was black.
The moon was new, and the stars were covered by a thick layer of pillowed clouds. The only light that eliminated the pitch darkness was that of the jeep driving down a mostly abandoned road. Inside the jeep, crammed tightly, were four young people. Dr. Albert Wesker sat at the wheel, trying not to kill his car mates.
The young doctor was the creator of many things, and had a medical degree in pharmaceuticals. The man was normally very apathetic, but for whatever reason the four people currently ruining the seats of his Jeep, had the power to shatter all his carefully placed mental barriers.
"Get off me!''
"I'm not on you! You're the one on me!"
"Am not!"
"Shut up you too! Really!"
"He started it!"
"She started it!"
"Both of you stop it!"
Blessed silence.
"You started it…"
Wesker tried very hard to keep his eyes on the road, and to not bang his head on the dash. They were going to be the death of him.
His head tipped down slightly, and as such he didn't see the amber light in the sky. Not till too late.
The small light grew.
Wesker turned his head to yell at the insolent little buggers that were in the back of his car, only to turn back when one of the girls screamed. He looked to see what only looked like a wall of flame come towards him. He swerved the car, sending them into a ditch. The car rolled. The girls screamed. Pain. Loud yelling. Oh. That's me. Pain. Seatbelt snapping. Can't see. Why can't I see! Blood in mouth. Pain.
Stillness.
Fire.
Smoke.
Windows broken, should crawl through it.
Ah! Grass is so cold! It's nice.
Turn back. See road. That rock is new. Meteor Wesker's concussed, but still usable mind supplied. The doctor looked at his Jeep, and his eyes widened. Scrabbling away, he didn't take his eye's off the wreck. Jill had been sitting in the front seat wasn't moving, his head dripping blood, Wesker could smell something fowl, and knew that at her death Jill had lost control of her bowels. Chris was crying, tears falling fast, his hands trying to get free from the seatbelt that was holding her in place. Rebecca's face was set in a postmortem look of shock, her dancers body was laying on the ground, having been thrown from the car, covered in tiny cuts from glass. The air was thick with the smell of blood, and the feel of death.
A crackling sound snapped him out of his daze.
The forest was on fire.
A branch from a tree near them dropped a flaming branch on the car, Rebecca's scream of frightened terror shot threw the night. Wesker could only stare as the fire spread, near the gas tank.
Help him!
No too dangerous.
Too bad!
Wesker scrambled to get back to the car, paying no mind to the flames licking his skin. He tried to undo Chris's set belt, but it was dented. Stuck. He begged with him to help.
Save him!
Save yourself!
Wesker crawled away, turning back in time to see the flames reach the gas. The jeep burst into large flames. Chris's screams getting louder. Then stopping. The putrid smell of burning human flesh spread in the air.
Wesker sat there. His friends… Chris, Jill, Rebecca.
Gone.
Dead.
He sat there. The flames reached him, spreading threw the grass. He sat there, not noticing the flames the were blacking his skin.
Shock.
So deeply was he in it that he just sat there and burned. The smell of his own burning flesh added to the already putrid air.
He then felt no more.
The forest continued to burn.