Third chapter :D
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Sophie set her teeth as her fingers touched the cold metal of the bar behind her head. She tried to find the bottom of it but the dust and other pieces of rubbish were stopping her from getting a grip beneath the piece of iron. When she did it was pointless as the bar didn't even shift. It was far too heavy. She let out a shaky breath and glanced over to the side. Her eyes began to burn and she was forced to close them. Her mind drifted to the world outside. She wondered what had truly happened because she was sure as hell going to ask someone. Someone.
She breathed shakily and covered her face with her hand. Her palm was wet but she wasn't sure whether it was water. As she opened her eyes again she began to gaze at the things she could see. Of course now there was this iron bar behind her but to her left was the silhouette of what she assumed was the counter. On her other side was the wall. There was a faint glow surrounding the room that didn't give much light but allowed for shadows. What the fuck had happened?
She grunted quietly then looked up at what she assumed had once been the ceiling. Of course, it wasn't just a ceiling above her head, but the Alahan flat as well. Just then there was a creaking sound and the glowing around the room faded. Then a noise slowly met her ears. She strained her head to hear. It was a baby crying. Her breath hitched. Baby Jack! She wasn't alone in the building.
Sian ran her hands back through her hair as Rosie took hold of her shoulder and pulled her backward from the rubble.
"We've said you can't help bein' up there, Sian," The older girl hissed in a way she wanted to sound kind but couldn't manage. She wasn't blaming Sian for her desperation because she knew she'd be all too happy to scramble up on that rock pile and claw the debris away to find her sister but she just couldn't. She wouldn't physically be doing anything helpful. After running a hand through her dark hair she glanced away once more. Where was Jason? She took in a shaky breath and whipped her head around to face the crumbled corner shop when a faint sound met her ears. Sian looked like she'd heard it too as her sparkling eyes had widened and her lips had parted in anticipation. All those on the rock pile froze.
"Somebody's crying," She heard Kevin yell.
"Baby Jack!" Came Tyrone's call. Sian clasped her hand over her mouth and sobbed harder. Why did she feel so useless just standing here and watching?
"What's happening?" She heard Sally wheeze as she reappeared. Rosie literally jumped at her mother and gripped her arms, pleading with her to tell her that the rescue service would be there soon. Sian swore she nearly collapsed with relief when the sound of sirens filled the air. She turned toward the rubble and pressed her hands into her forehead.
"They're coming babe, they're gonna get you out," She whispered, turning her eyes toward the smoky sky.
Sophie's head turned to the side as the sound of the baby's cry lessened then ceased completely. She took in a shallow breath and was wracked with another bout of coughing. It was only a few more seconds until another sound filled the air, coming closer. Sirens. Her eyes clenched shut tightly as she tried not to let out a strangled sob. She was going to get out. Yes, she was going to get out and she was going to be saved.
Sian would be there when she got out and she'd be able to just stare at the blonde for hours, feeling lucky that she was going to get out of here. She swallowed hard as another creak echoed through the infrastructure again. It was louder now and resounded around every little crevice of the destroyed space. It was a rather metallic creaking and it seemed to be growing louder with a slight hiss behind every creak. Her breath caught sharply in her throat. It was about then a few droplets of water dropped onto her face. Her lips parted.
"Help!" She screamed before sufficing to the clenching of her chest and more blood spattering the floor at her side.
Sian denied the guiding arms of the paramedic as the medical woman tried to get her back behind the line they had put up in merely a few seconds. It could have been hours actually and Sian wouldn't have even known. The blonde gripped onto the woman as she repeated the phrase Miss, please, it's for your own safety. No it wasn't. No it fucking wasn't! She screamed and pushed the woman back. She knew she shouldn't have but she was blinded by her desire to find Sophie. What if something had fallen on her? What if it had crushed her? She growled in frustration and shoved past the paramedic who screamed out for her to stop. Sian didn't listen. She clattered across the cobbles, gaining speed but then she felt like the air was being knocked out of her. She struggled. Why were so many people insisting on grabbing her and holding her back?
Did nobody fucking understand how she felt? Nobody knew how desperate she was to save Sophie. She opened her eyes and the scene seemed to slow around her. The flame from the bistro licked the cracks in the bricks; a group of paramedics were hauling a body on a stretcher down the rubble leading from the viaduct. Someone behind her declared it was the tram driver.
"Sophie!" She screamed. "Sophie Webster!"
"Come on, love," The voice cooed. Ciaran held fast on the squirming blonde. "We gotta think practically," He reminded her. Sian didn't care for practicality! How was practicality going to get Sophie out of there? Just then she heard something. It was a yell. It was a yell from inside the rubble.
"Listen," She hissed. "She's shouting, Ciaran," Just then there was a rather echoing creak, followed by a bang. The rock pile shifted, causing the men carrying the stretcher to stumble. "It's going to cave," She breathed. Ciaran looked wildly around him. Sian shoved him back and broke into a sprint again. She didn't hear the shouts, only the thunder of her heart and that dreadful sound. She stormed past the paramedics who made a lunge for her but she dodged them and swerved around the side of the building.
An opening was revealed to her, barred by several planks of wood and the letters Alah then half an a. She set her teeth, shielded her arms then slammed her foot forward. The wood cracked but didn't give. She tried again and was rewarded with the loud splintering sound. She squeezed through the newly created gap but was met with darkness. Well it was more an eerie glow. She swallowed hard. There was an odd smell in the air that she didn't like. Shielding a hand over her mouth she moved forward. Just then a silhouette of the counter appeared, then a cough followed by a sharp breath.
"Sophie," She yelled, shoving whatever it was blocking her way aside. No noise came back to her call.
Thank you spacemen :P Revieeeww? :D
