Chapter Two
One week earlier…
Being in the Marines wasn't my first choice of a career. In fact, I didn't really want to be one at all. My dad being a war hero and all said that I should carry on the family name. In short, he wanted me to be a marine. I, on the other hand, didn't. I wanted to be a teacher. I wanted to write books and spend the remainder of my days in a quiet town in my home state of Minnesota, with my wife, and my first true love: books. My dad was appalled by this wish, and dismissed it as a hopeless dream. The next month, I was on a plane to Norfolk,Virginia with my bag in tow, and ready to become my dad's dream.
I wasn't excited at all.
But what dad says goes. After all, I've never seen the man so happy in whole life.
I walked down the halls of warehouse and trying to act like I was happy. I bet that all the other guys thought I was insane.
I peered into one of the storage units, making sure no one was inside, then tipped toed in, a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird in hand. I sat down, and opened to my favorite part of the book, the trial scene, and began to read.
I was enjoying myself for the first time in a long time, getting lost in the story, when a loud noise broke into my little world came from the other side of the room.
"Hello?" I asked, "Anybody there?" No response. I was scared that it was Sanders again. The last time I was in here reading, he burst in and told all the guys that I was a sissy. He never let me live it down. Sanders. He made me want to explode.
Beep. I whirled around, that sound…
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep. The noise became faster and faster. I stood up, I was terrified. I began to run towards the door. All of the sudden, there was a sickening CRACK! Then an even louder BANG! A wall of fire leapt from the corner of the room, sending heat, and pieces of wood and metal flying at my head. I cried out as the fire came at me. I dove to the floor, covering my head with my hands.
In the same instant that it began, it ended, leaving me lying on the floor. My heart was pounding so hard, I didn't hear someone enter.
"Jeff? Jeff! Jeff are you okay? Omi God what happened?" Shit. It was my commanding officer Lt. Julia Powell.
"Yes ma'am," I said shakily. I flipped onto my back and just stared at what was left of the boxes that used to stand there.
"What the hell happened in here?" She asked.
"I-I was re-reading when there was a beeping sound. I didn't know what it was so I got scared. Then, it got faster. I paniced, and I ran as fast as I could. Then, fire. Fire erupted from behind me, there was a huge explosion. I dove to the ground, and a whole bunch of metal and wood flew over my head. Then you walked in. God I've never been so scared in my life." She wasn't paying attention. She was looking at where the source of the explosion. She took a few steps to the right. A hand flew to her mouth and she ran over to the source.
"What's wrong…?" I asked.
"Omi God… Brigeston call a doctor!" She yelled.
"Why what's the matter?" I asked.
"Damnit Brigeston just call a damn doctor!" She yelled, falling to her knees and looking like she was trying to provide CPR. She began to grow pale.
"Lt. Powell? Are you okay?" I asked. She put her hand to something that was lying on the ground.
"Sanders…" she said.
"What?" I asked.
"Sanders… omi God he's dead," she whispered, tears rolling down her face.
Sorry this one is so short too. I hope you like it!