It was true that Funland Amusement Incorporated was just a small name company, but the CEO dreamed big. She had visions to expand to all of the bigger name companies and make hers the most famous amusement park big-wig in the north side of the US. Her eyes were set for the construction of Funland Amusements in the bustling state of New York.
Funland Amusements, to give it a little background, started off small. It's first true unsuccessful failure ebded horribly. The main controls of the park were destroyed and the rides malfunctioned. To this day, there are reported to be approximately one thousand deaths, even if that number doesn't stand to the *one* that was earned that day of the disaster.
Robert S. Beck, son of the George S. Beck, was a fire fighter just like his father. His squadron was called to the park when the first fire broke out. When they got there, half of the rides overheated and were sent ablaze. The firetrucks multiplied but it was no effort. The rides caused casualty after casualty.
There were children burning on the carousel. Their young white skin came off their bodies without anything pulling it. Some of the teenagers on the log flume, being deranged and petrified, jumped out of the log when it at the top of the drop and fell down. Their bodies gave a gruesome smack as they hit the ground and their heads and necks bobbed. The few that stayed in the log went down the slope and were splashed as they should, but they were also electrocuted when the water hit the underlaying compartment in the log hiding the wiring.
That *one* that was mentioned earlier wasn't another casualty. Instead, it was the love of one to another. Kelly F. Powell watched in a panic as the park she created came crumbling down around her. She saw the log flume, the carousel, and the exit. She sprinted but was caught dead in her tracks when she noticed the ferris wheel tilting down at her. She was too scared to move; he legs felt like solid bricks. She saw the car labeled 13 inches from her as it came down; she even saw the faces of the children as their car hit the ground, then the blood.
She was still alive, and she had to get out. She lifted her right leg and stomped it down. She was struggling to stay upright and her time for escape was running thin. She lifted her left and limply stomped it down. Pain shot through her leg as she hit the floor. She turned around on the ground to see the Monster (it was an octopus with cars on each of its limbs) swinging rapidly. The legs rattled and the cart shot from the limb and to her direction. There was no way her luck could save her this time; she closed her eyes and waited for impact. Yet, there was nothin but tugging on the shoulders of her shirt. She looked up and saw the man in the fire fighter's outfit pulling her.
The cart hit where she was laying before the man saved her. He, with his helmet on, took her hand and lifted her up. As he placed her arm around his neck, he could feel the heat from the rides grow stronger with each second. Time felt like it slowed down as he lifted her legs up and sprinted towards the exit. It sped up as he put his foot past the sign and could hear the faint sounds of screaming behind him. He kept running until he reached the last truck and placed her gently onto the foot of the truck. He turned around and wathed in horror as the rest of his squadron were blown up in the last explosion. The faint screams and sobs subsided and only the crackle from the fire was left in the park.
"Thank you so much for saving me. I would have been a goner if you weren't there," she said softly as she looked to the ground. He turned around and stared for a good time at her.
"Well, just be glad I got there in time," he said softly and kneeled in front of her. He pulles out the handkerchief his father gave him from the glove department and handed it to her. She slowly took it and whimpered when she put pressure on her ankle. "Easy there." He hoisted her up into the truck's main seat and closed the door. He took one final look back before he walked around the truck and got it.
The incident was five years ago, and the officials are still unsure about what really happened that day. None have any ideas, but only Kelly believe it was the kid she hired to do the whole wiring for the park. The kid had a Ph.D in Engineering and Electronics; he was even chosen by the director of Funland Amusements before Kelly took over. The official's never found that kid, nor was the description of the kid ever looked into; all charges were dropped against Kelly, and she grew happy at first. Her joy quickly turned to anger against the one she thought was the *one*.
Robert payed off her bail in hopes she'd try to get to know him. Yet, she began to avoid him altogether in the beginning. He felt love when he saw her, and she did too, but she didn't let anyone know her true feelings. Though, he had his doubts about it, though. On the drive home from the accident, Kelly's heart pounded as she stared over at the fire fighter that saved her life. There was something that clicked in her mind that allowed her enough courage to ask for his name. He smiled as gave his and received hers.
Six years after the events of the first park, Kelly's head of Funland Amusement. Her first assignment was to create a new park. A year later and it's the grand opening of the new amusement park, one planned and constructed by Kelly herself. Many tabloids bashed her for her ignorance of the past and disrespect of the dead. It was thanks to her assistant that the tabloids stopped bashing her long enough for her to open the park successfully.