Well well well... I'm sorry for the major delay... I'd make excuses like "but my uncle died I was grieving..." which yes technicly I was, but lets be honest... I'm just lazy, I'm sorry...
But anyway, I hope this chapter will interest you all!
His eyes creased, and he smiled at me, ruffling my hair, "Of course you do Roxy..."
I forced my eyes to stay open, staring up into those eyes. How confused those eyes made me feel, "Who are you?"
His face dropped mockingly, red hair tossing side to side as he clicked his tongue at me. "The name's Axel. Got it memorized?"
'Axel' I thought... "Axel" The world drifted around the edges, white climbing in over those green, green eyes...
For as long as I can remember, I'd always been a strange guy.
From the time I was five or six, I had these memories. My parents thought I'd had an imaginary friend, but I knew he was quite real. He was a short blond with bright blue eyes, a love of monochromatic colors and sarcasm, and his name was Roxas.
Since I learned how to start them, I've been a lover of fire. A pyromaniac if you will. But, I was not the best at controlling my urges, and so I was forced to do something a bit more 'constructive' with my life.
I was a professional paramedic by the age of eighteen. Perfectly content with life and now perfectly apt at controlling the fires I felt the need of starting.
And for a while that was my life. I could do what I wanted, knew how to fix it when things went wrong. But still, I couldn't keep that kid from my memories, even though he was no where to be found. Until that is, the day I saved his life.
Roxas had been walking to the front entrance of his apartment building, when an unchecked pilot light caught a spark and flung his building to a burning crumbling exploded mess.
When I arrived on the scene the fire department had already started to attempt to keep the fire from spreading. I jumped from the back of the ambulance with a bit more than my normal adrenalin rush. My team and I searched the wreckage for several minutes, finding maybe fifteen survivors among the rubble of the twenty or so story building. I was doing another check of the wreckage when I caught sight of who was lying just behind a large cracked piece of marble.
Roxas, looking very much dead, had multiple scratches on his face. I stared in shock for a moment until I saw his eyes flutter open, looking right at me. I knelt by him and called over my shoulder. "Hey, hey look he's up! He's not dead guys, here's another survivor!" I looked down at him and couldn't keep the smile from my eyes, "Just relax, everything is fine, you're going to pull through, just hold on ok?"
Well, there you are! I'd love some more feed back :) there will be more chapters... eventually... Just remind me ok? Well anyway!
Love always;
Through These Eyes (Aka Kaytee)
