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Chapter 11
Stephanie and Trixie arrived to the scene to find Pixel missing and the fire out of control. They looked everywhere around the house as close as they could before the immense heat got to them. Still the Gizmo Guy was missing. Then the radio crackled to life.
"Line interference… have one person… requesting… assistance…" it was Pixel.
"Where are you?" Stephanie shouted, realizing the house was a lost cause as the fire fighters pulled up in the fire truck. Many of them had only gotten back to the station a little while ago after the last attack.
"Down… block… near…" the radio cut out again.
"Damn, someone must be jamming our frequency. That or the fire is wreaking havoc." Stephanie shook her head.
"I'll head down the block. Where are Ziggy and Stingy?" Trixie wondered.
"I don't know but I'll look for them." The pink haired one promised. The two girls nodded to each other and got to work.
"Ziggy, Stingy, do you copy?" Stephanie tried her radio but got nothing. Quickly she went to the house next door and found the door bashed in. That can't be good, she said to herself. She moved stealthily around the house looking for occupants or the person who caused the explosion. That's when she found Ziggy face down on the floor. He'd been conked on the head.
"Ziggy!" She pulled him up off the floor and the younger boy looked at her dazed.
"Why are there three of you Stephanie?" He asked.
"Come on we need to get you out of here. Was there anyone in the house? Where is Stingy?" She wanted to know.
"Stingy?" Ziggy was all he got out of that and he looked around, confused at not finding his friend. Obviously something bad had happened to the miserly boy but what she couldn't figure.
"Come on, let's go. I'll come back and look for Stingy." The twenty one year old promised. As fast as she could she helped the cranially challenged boy out of the house. EMTs rushed to help her and she told them she was going back in.
"You'd better not Stephanie. The house has caught fire." One told her.
"I have to my friend could be in there." She said as she quickly headed back into the now burning home.
"Stingy!" Stephanie screamed at the top of her lungs as she raced through the house. The entire first floor was empty and she headed up the stairs. Smoke and flames greeted her at the top of the staircase and she covered her nose and mouth with her shirt.
"Stingy!" She called again and again she got no answer. Her lungs burned as she fought her way around the upper floor. She searched the rooms on the left side of the house but found most of the rooms engulfed in fire. Praying that Stingy wasn't in one of them, she moved to the other side of the hall. No one was there and she headed for the stairs only to find them fully engulfed in flames. Quickly she headed for the nearest room with a window and flung it open. The fresh air felt good but she knew it would also fan the flames. She went out the window and onto the roof.
Her ears were flooded with the sounds of the sirens, blasting water, and the sounds of the raging fire. Smoke began to get in her eyes and she knew if she didn't get off the roof, she would die. There was only one option, jump down ten feet to the pavement below. She knew full well that she could easily break one or both of her legs, mess up her knees, or land on someone. It didn't matter as the smoke and heat grew in intensity. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Stephanie jumped off the roof.
To Be Continued…
