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I know a lot of you weren't happy with the way I ended things in the last chapter but I had to keep you wanting more. I know it was a little shorter than usual but more will be out soon.

The Flame of Franco

Burnt to the Bone…

Jason stood paralyzed, watching as the warehouse blew up in flames before his eyes. He was too late. The world seemed to stand still as the air around him filled with smoke, making his eyes seemed like he stood there for hours but in reality it was only for a few seconds before he was running into the burning building. His heart pounding loudly in his chest as adrenaline and fear coursed through his veins. There was only one thought on his mind, Sam.

He didn't care if he got burned; all he cared about was saving Sam. She was in this mess because of him.

He kicked down the warehouse door and stepped into the blazing building. Even know a bomb had gone off, the main structure of the building for the most part was still in tack. Except for one wall that had seemed too collapsed from the impact, noticed Jason.

Jason shielded his face from the flames and ashes. He covered his mouth with the back of his sleeve as he made his way into the building. He called out Sam's name but there was no reply. He called again, this time tilting his head to the side to hear better. But all he could hear was the crackling of the fire. Smoke filled around him.

His heart began to race with panic and fear. There was no sign of her or answer. He hoped he could get to her soon, where ever she was in this large warehouse.

The flames seemed to be spreading and getting bigger as he made his way further inward; he carefully avoided them. He was moving along a small hallway before moving carefully into the belly of the warehouse, where the fire seemed to be the worse. The air was thick with smoke, Jason could barely see. His eyes stung and he was having trouble breathing as he breathed in the smoke but he fought through it. He needed to find her.

Just then there was a sound of moaning, Jason took this as a sign of hope and called out Sam's name between coughs. His voice rang out off the walls but still there was no reply.

Bits and pieces of ceiling began to fall and tumble on to his shoulder. He looked up at this and saw in the middle of the ceiling was a crack. He watched in horror as the crack got bigger and bigger. It wasn't much later that the ceiling came caving down on him. Jason moved liked a cat and managed to get out of the way and leaped on to his belly covering his face as pieces of dry wall and debris fell around him.

Once it was over, he lifted his head up to see the damage. The air was filled with dust and smoke. He could barely see anything. The fire was much worse now but he took no notice. His attention was on the further side of the room, where again he heard a soft moaning. Jason pushed off a piece of wall that was pinning his legs and got up. Blood rushed to his head as he stood up. There was a deep cut in his left calf. He winced a little at the pain but soon ignored it as he began to make his way through the debris.

Just then he heard it, the small moan again coming from underneath a board across the room. He slowly began to more across the room towards it, trying to avoid the fire as best as he could. As he got closer he called out, "Sam?"

A soft moan of pain replied to this. His heart did a flip at this, Sam was alive still.

Jason carefully made his was over to where the pill of rubble sat. Avoiding the flames that dance nearby, he started to dig through the brick and pieces of plastic. A moment passed before he came across one of Sam's soft hands. He sighed out of relief at this. He reached out for it and searched for a pulse.

There was one…the slightest one though. This gave Jason the strength to keep digging. He soon then came across her other hand and face. She was in bad shape, he noted.

Her eyes opened slightly at the touch of his hand on her cheek. Jason felt hot tears run down his cheeks at this. "Hey Sammy," he whispered, "I'm going to get you out." Sam just stared at him through half closed eyes. She couldn't believe that Jason was here. It must be an angel she thought, to herself, coming to get her.

Jason removed the rest of the rumble from Sam's body and slowly began to pull her out. Just then sparks began to fly from an open wire that from the bomb.

It started a flame. This flame danced across the floor and reached Sam's leg in the matter of seconds. A scream of pain escaped her lips as the flame danced across her calf. He swatted the fire away for a bit just enough to pull the rest of her body out and into his arms.

Jason was panicking at this point. He needed to get her out quick and to a doctor. He was pretty sure that there was a nasty burn mark on her leg now. As he looked for a way out, Sam had again found her body slipping into unconsciousness.

Across town, another bomb went off. This one was planted inside the studio of Franco, where the artist lay on the floor where Jason had left him. The building, just like the warehouse had burst into flames upon the impact of the bomb going off.

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