Ok here's another chapter. I know it's short but I'm doing the best I can. Something to keep in mind. This might not make sense right now but it will soon. I don't know anything about boiler rooms. I don't know where they're located and I don't know if they explode. HeHe. By the way, Emily is not Carter's little sister. I can see why you might think that but she came from my other story Trip Through Time. You might want to check that out because I do make comments about it in this story. Anywoo on with the story.
"Why do I keep hurting my leg?" Carter asked himself. "I have other body parts, but no, I have to hurt my leg." He struggled to stand, gingerly placing his weight on his injured leg. He gritted his teeth in pain.
The heat from the fire was making him sweat. Carter started limping toward the stairwell, hoping to find someway up or down. The smoke was filling his lungs making it hard to breathe. He began to cough.
He made it to the stairwell and wasn't surprised to find orange and red flames blocking his path.
Carter's head snapped up. He stood still straining his ears. He could have sworn he had heard something. Or someone.
He broke into a fit of coughing. His leg was throbbing.
There it was again. But what was it?
He began to limp back the way he had come. "Hello?" he called. The smoke and pain were making his eyes water. He listened hard. Someone was calling for help. He looked around trying to find the source of the voice. "Where are you?"
"Over here!"
He saw a tall man standing in the hall. He had wavy black hair and he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. He was sweating and his clothes were stained with soot. "Where did you come from?" the man asked.
"Uh I sort of dropped in," Carter told him, pointing at the hole in the ceiling.
"I got stuck down here, there's no way out."
Carter looked around. His eyes fell upon a tall black table sitting in the hall way, in order to add to the decor. "Help me with this," he said, limping over to it.
"For what?"
"It should be tall enough to get us through that hole."
It was a heavy table and Carter doubted very much that he could have moved it on his own.
The man went first in order to help Carter. Carter watched as his legs disappeared through the hole. He stood as straight as he could on the table. The man pulled Carter through the hole.
"Thanks."
"Lets get out of here."
"Everyone else went upstairs."
They made their way up the smoke filled stairs coughing and hacking, Carter using the man for support. When they reached the next floor they pushed the door open and fell through, desperate for fresh air.
"John! How did you...are you ok?" Emma asked quickly.
Carter nodded his head, unable to talk yet. The man straightened up still coughing a bit. "He hurt his leg."
Emma helped him up and walked him over to sit against the wall. "Here let me look at your leg." She examined it. "It's definitely broken."
"Carter! Are you ok?" Emily asked.
"Yeah I'm fine," he croaked out.
She sat next to him and the night on the bus flashed before him. He came back to reality and took a good look around. People were huddled together talking in low whispers.
He looked at Emma. "The fire's moving up. It was definitely coming through he 33rd floor when we came up."
"John," she said lowering her voice so only he could hear her. "There's no where left to go."
"I know. Unless there's a way onto the roof." A thought occurred to him and he called to the crowd, "Does anyone work here?"
He watched as everyone's head turned to him. "I do," he heard a voice pipe up. An elderly man walked slowly toward them. He was dressed in a navy blue jump suit and had a tool belt tied around his waist. He walked with a slight limp. "I'm a mantaince man at this here hotel," he drawled. "My name is Saul."
"Saul, is there anyway onto the roof?" Carter asked.
"Yup. That door right over there leads out to the roof."
"Good," Carter said. He looked at Emma. "We'll hold out here as long as we can before going up there."
She nodded.
Carter turned his attention to Emily. "Hey. How are you doing."
"I've been better."
"So have I," he said. "I've also been worse," he added.
Emily smiled up at him knowing exactly what he was thinking. She took his hand. "I'm glad I'm with you."
"Why's that?"
"Because it seems no matter what happens you always get through it. So I figure if I'm with you I'll get through it too."
He smiled. "How did you get to be so smart?"
"Hey mister?"
Carter looked up at the matainance man.
"Just thought of something. What'll happen when the fire reaches the boiler room."
"Why? Where is the boiler room?"
"It's on this floor."
"You're kidding."
"No, sir."
"John what will happen when the fire hits it?" asked Emma.
He said very quietly to be sure Emily couldn't hear. "There's a good chance there will be a big explosion."
"Why do I keep hurting my leg?" Carter asked himself. "I have other body parts, but no, I have to hurt my leg." He struggled to stand, gingerly placing his weight on his injured leg. He gritted his teeth in pain.
The heat from the fire was making him sweat. Carter started limping toward the stairwell, hoping to find someway up or down. The smoke was filling his lungs making it hard to breathe. He began to cough.
He made it to the stairwell and wasn't surprised to find orange and red flames blocking his path.
Carter's head snapped up. He stood still straining his ears. He could have sworn he had heard something. Or someone.
He broke into a fit of coughing. His leg was throbbing.
There it was again. But what was it?
He began to limp back the way he had come. "Hello?" he called. The smoke and pain were making his eyes water. He listened hard. Someone was calling for help. He looked around trying to find the source of the voice. "Where are you?"
"Over here!"
He saw a tall man standing in the hall. He had wavy black hair and he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. He was sweating and his clothes were stained with soot. "Where did you come from?" the man asked.
"Uh I sort of dropped in," Carter told him, pointing at the hole in the ceiling.
"I got stuck down here, there's no way out."
Carter looked around. His eyes fell upon a tall black table sitting in the hall way, in order to add to the decor. "Help me with this," he said, limping over to it.
"For what?"
"It should be tall enough to get us through that hole."
It was a heavy table and Carter doubted very much that he could have moved it on his own.
The man went first in order to help Carter. Carter watched as his legs disappeared through the hole. He stood as straight as he could on the table. The man pulled Carter through the hole.
"Thanks."
"Lets get out of here."
"Everyone else went upstairs."
They made their way up the smoke filled stairs coughing and hacking, Carter using the man for support. When they reached the next floor they pushed the door open and fell through, desperate for fresh air.
"John! How did you...are you ok?" Emma asked quickly.
Carter nodded his head, unable to talk yet. The man straightened up still coughing a bit. "He hurt his leg."
Emma helped him up and walked him over to sit against the wall. "Here let me look at your leg." She examined it. "It's definitely broken."
"Carter! Are you ok?" Emily asked.
"Yeah I'm fine," he croaked out.
She sat next to him and the night on the bus flashed before him. He came back to reality and took a good look around. People were huddled together talking in low whispers.
He looked at Emma. "The fire's moving up. It was definitely coming through he 33rd floor when we came up."
"John," she said lowering her voice so only he could hear her. "There's no where left to go."
"I know. Unless there's a way onto the roof." A thought occurred to him and he called to the crowd, "Does anyone work here?"
He watched as everyone's head turned to him. "I do," he heard a voice pipe up. An elderly man walked slowly toward them. He was dressed in a navy blue jump suit and had a tool belt tied around his waist. He walked with a slight limp. "I'm a mantaince man at this here hotel," he drawled. "My name is Saul."
"Saul, is there anyway onto the roof?" Carter asked.
"Yup. That door right over there leads out to the roof."
"Good," Carter said. He looked at Emma. "We'll hold out here as long as we can before going up there."
She nodded.
Carter turned his attention to Emily. "Hey. How are you doing."
"I've been better."
"So have I," he said. "I've also been worse," he added.
Emily smiled up at him knowing exactly what he was thinking. She took his hand. "I'm glad I'm with you."
"Why's that?"
"Because it seems no matter what happens you always get through it. So I figure if I'm with you I'll get through it too."
He smiled. "How did you get to be so smart?"
"Hey mister?"
Carter looked up at the matainance man.
"Just thought of something. What'll happen when the fire reaches the boiler room."
"Why? Where is the boiler room?"
"It's on this floor."
"You're kidding."
"No, sir."
"John what will happen when the fire hits it?" asked Emma.
He said very quietly to be sure Emily couldn't hear. "There's a good chance there will be a big explosion."