This is probably gonna be a shorter story then I realized. Oh well, it is about 9/11. Let's continue shall we? Review please!!

Jazz tied the long rope to the metal pole that was lying on the floor sideways.

Danny packed some things in a camping bag he found laying around for some odd reason inside an office. It was strange really. He packed things that were needed just in case.

When Jazz was finished with tying the knot, she called Danny and he came and checked on the length of the rope that reached to the second stair floor of the stairwell.

"That should be good. Now, you're gonna be tied to the rope since you're heavier then me," told Danny as he tied the rope around Jazz's waist, "you ready?"

"I think so," said Jazz nervously.

"Good," smiled Danny as he gave the upper part of the rope that was close to the pole, "now I need you to hold me while going down."

"Ok, if you say so," agreed Jazz who didn't even care since they were gonna probably die anyway.

Jazz took a hold of Danny and started slowly creeping off to the edge of the stairwell. This was worse then rock climbing. At least there was somebody to bring you down. If she let go of the rope, she'd die.

She was finally able to go down and it was very hard and scary to do so.

Danny looked down and felt a little nervous himself. It was one thing to say it, but to actually do it was the scary part.

Jazz's hands then slipped and she let go of Danny as he fell down with a sound of a bang.

"Ah DANNY!" Screamed Jazz, "this is bad, this is bad, this is . . ."

"Jazz, I'm fine, you're only a foot away from the stairwell," annoyed Danny who was sitting on his butt on the concrete floor.

"Oh, I knew that," blushed Jazz as she dropped to the floor.

"Now let's get ourselves out of here," told Danny as the teenagers ran their butts down the stairs.

Danny jerked the pole from the door upstairs where they came down from.

Jazz and Danny kept going down the stairs and soon found a part of the stairs that was torn up with a big gap in between the stairs.

"Ok, now this is bad," panicked Jazz.

"Calm down, we'll get out of this . . . I hope," said Danny as he looked at the gap specifically and then realized, "there's an escalator in here, I found out when I looked at the map of the Trade Center."

Danny ran towards the door and then Jazz quickly followed and then saw the stairwell that wasn't working because of the second World Trade Center that fell down. So the electricity was off.

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"Wait a minute! The electricity was out, wasn't it dark?" Asked Lester.

"Actually, it was, especially with all the dust covering the windows," told Danny.

"Weren't you afraid of the dark when you were like eleven?" Asked Dash.

"You'd remember," glared Danny, "and yes, I was, that's why I got a flashlight and why I was freakin' out."

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It was like so dark, you couldn't even see your own hand in front of you. It was pure darkness. Never saw anything like it and I'm not kidding when I say it.

The electricity was out by the time Jazz and I were out of the stairwell and I had to fell my way through my book-bag to find a freakin' flashlight.

"I can't see a darn thing!" Complained Jazz.

"I brung a flashlight," I told Jazz as I turned it on and I found the escalator and saw the long way down the escalator, "it sure is a long ways down and is sure dark."

"Danny, we don't have time for you to be scared, I'm already scared myself," glared Jazz.

"I thought you're suppose to be the brave one, I'm suppose to be scared!" I complained.

Jazz looked at me with disappointment in her eyes and then started falling to her knees.

"You're right, I am supposed to be the brave one," admitted Jazz, "not you."

My eyes widened and I looked at the stairs. I was the one who got Jazz to pull us to the next stairwell floor and I was the one who said that we were gonna get out. It took being in the dark with my scardy cat sister to realize that I was braver then I thought I was.

"And still am. You guide me through the dark and I'll plan how to get out," I said with a serious look in my eyes as Jazz smiled and took the flashlight.

Jazz grabbed my hand and we slowly walked down the stairs as my grip on her hand grew tighter and tighter with my arm shaking.

I bit my bottom lip very tight and hoping that no monsters of the dark would get me. It'd only be a year later to not be afraid of the dark anymore.

As we went through the dark, I saw the door to the stairwell. I snatched the flashlight and ran to the stairwell.

It kept going and Jazz and I nodded each other.

"We're gonna make it Jazzy," I smiled.

"Yeah, we are," replied Jazz.

I didn't care about the dark, but the fact that we were gonna make it out pretty soon and I wasn't planing on letting my fears get in the way of this excitement.

We kept walking down the stairs and then found somebody open the door with a mad look on his face.

We kept our faces still as the man grabbed my sister and jerked her on the side of the stair railing.

"Who are you? Let her go!" I yelled in panic.

"We're gonna die here, Sonny, there's no way out," glared the mad man.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked.

The man looked at me with a mad smile and took Jazz to the floor with her arms locked to the floor and her legs kicking.

"Get off me!" Shouted Jazz.

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"And you expect me to believe that you saw a guy pop out from the dark and attacked you sister," glared Dash as if it was a lying tale, "What'd you do, beat the crud out of him and save your sister?"

"Actually . . ." said Danny

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I still had my ax, so I took it with both hands and sliced his head off and don't think I didn't freak out 'cause I did. It was disgusting. I'd rather not explain in detail besides it was like a rated R movie only worse.

Jazz was freaking out over it too. She wouldn't get over it for a long time and I don't think she still could.

It was too dark to tell, but I think the blood got on her.

I helped her up and she jerked the body off of her.

"Let's get out of here before we find anymore of those guys," I suggested as we both ran down the stairs.

"Danny," said Jazz finally after about five minutes of shock.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Thanks for saving me," smiled Jazz as I returned it.

I think that was my first time to save a life and it was at September 11th 2001.