Blame Fanfiction, they pulled my story for no good reason.
This is a re-release of a story I've been working on. A few details changed so you may want to restart. Also note that now that my laptop is fully functional again, chapters a significantly longer and more detailed than before, for the most part. Currently, Chapters 1-10 will be up today, with 11-14 and possibly 15 following by Tuesday. Glimpse and Finding Home will be updated by 7/19/18 at 10:00 pm CST so be on the look out for those as well…without any further ado, happy reading lovelies.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight characters. I am not Stephanie Meyer or your faves probably wouldn't be shipped together. I do own the plot and OOC stuff though. If you wanna play with my characters cool just, you know, get permission first!
Chapter One: Prologue
The building before me held an ominous kind of quiet, despite the billowing flames that consumed it. It was an eerie silence to that was incredibly off putting. It seemed strange to see a place, that was probably once overflowing with the sounds of lives lived within those walls, halted in its tracks and burned at the stake. The sudden realization of just how bad it would be inside the, now collapsing, building shook me to my core. A sense of foreboding panic overtook me, and I looked over to my partner to gauge her reaction. Without saying a word, we both knew this would be a bad one. I could read the sadness in her expression, just as I'm sure she could see the worry in mine. We knew we could stand to lose our lives saving those that remained inside. Then, just like fools, we rushed in. It was our livelihood, our duty, our purpose after all. To save as many as we could and to put out the fire that was now consuming this once magnificent building.
It seemed the more people we got out of the building, the more there were to still be saved. Their bodies ranged in damage, but I never quite made out the details of their faces. These were people's family members, and yet I couldn't find any unique detail about one of them. My own mind had long since given over to all too familiar haze that made it possible for me to do my job well. I could not allow emotion to cloud my best judgement. It was imperative that I maintained control over the despair that threatened to consume me over the lives destroyed by this fire. Right now, my only focus was to get us all out alive. I could not allow myself to lose sight of my purpose.
Over the sounds of the roaring flames, nothing could be heard as I carried the last charred soul out to safety with agony on her lips. I'd found her trapped in what once appeared to be a bedroom, fire surrounding her on all fronts. Pieces of the ceiling above, had now begun falling in around her. There was no escape for her. I rushed in and lifted her as quickly as I could. I could hear the remainder of the ceiling bowing and creaking. I knew we were running out of time, and fast. My suit took a hit, to say the least, but we made it out of the bedroom, then the apartment. She screamed and thrashed, as the sounds of her pain reached me through my mental haze. I could see her flesh melting off in some places. In others, the skin was damaged beyond repair, and I knew she would have a long road ahead.
My body grew tired, but my resolve remained steadfast. I don't remember the route taken or how I'd gotten out. But, I remember when the all clear was given. As I loaded that girl into the back of an ambulance, I noticed her face. Then, for the first time, I could tell that beneath all the burns that mangled her face and arms, she had once been incredibly beautiful.
She still was very beautiful.
In my head, I considered who this woman could be. I thought about the fact that when she woke up that morning, she had no idea her day would end this way. I thought about how she probably had come home from work and gone about her nightly routine with no worries of anything like this happening. I thought about how she survived the fire, yet still had so much more surviving to do in the coming days.
My only other thought, as the ambulance rolled away, was that she must have been an angel…and I didn't even know her name.