3:09 AM
WARNING: BLOOD AND GORE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT SKIP TO CHPT 2
FIRE
The sounds of footsteps were not visibly heard, here in the street an red semi truck parked behind the garage that was part of the convenience store, the front window words in the color red flickering, and buzzing the words printed OPEN buzzing going on and off, inside the convenience store where a hand pressed down to a yellow not punctured hole sponge that was cleaning the table someone had accidentally spilled blue filled Gatorade all over the table.
Inside the store, here the restroom door with the word MEN in white letters, above the word had the photo of an stick male figure toilet flushes door twists open before being thrown back to the tiled walls, a man in his early 20's, dark black hair, scruffy hair covered up by his hat, stubble beard, red apron, his name printed Muss it was unknown if it was his first or last name. Muss exits out of the bathroom roughly scratching his beard, continued to walk away from the bathroom, his eyes looked bored shifts down staring at the ground, reminded him the time he spilled his own drink on the floor during work he had gotten thirsty, even though most of the time he didn't do anything that was related to work
It was a low temperature, cold out possibly it would be coming down to 35, Muss threw the front door at the same time jingling in a high pitch sound he was now holding a black trash bag tightly in his hand, stepping away from the store he was looking for the recycle garbage bin. 5 minutes searching all he could see was hard cold dark pavements, and the feeling of his body turned cold from the weather, he didn't bother to bring a jacket with him he ignored that one thing he would never whenever it's a cold night.
"Take the damn trash out." He muttered under his breath lazily tossing the trash into the garbage bin which didn't fully make it slamming to the hard cold pavement, he didn't look back going back to the store he worked in, standing behind the cash register shuffling the dollars he received from the customers when they paid him during his shift, it was busier for him, Muss was one of the 77 (name of the place) employees who would slack off during his job, mostly having a bored look on his face, he would sometimes treat his employees like crap, including taking their money from the wallet to spend it on food or bills he had to pay, instead of spending his own money, during his lunch break he would take a lighter outside, began to smoke in the afternoon while everyone was eating their lunch.
Muss was about to lay his head down on the counter only for sudden banging noise to visibly coming into his ears, he felt the chance to startle but that wasn't going to happen to him, Muss threw himself on the counter belly flopping one of the bathrooms were thrown open slamming open and closing sudden banging noises banging the front door windows, he tried to see what was going on outside.
Rectangle ceilings that focused on the areas and sections started to flicker for seconds, he ended up seeing the door all the way wide opened, he can see how dark it was outside he looked at the outside dark, cold, nothing visible, nobody walking around, the worst thing no cars at all, his black pupil eyes stared at the dark outside area, he was shuffling thru his pockets to find his smartphone flashing the light on checking to see if this thing would work for him, his phone a long lasting battery a sigh of relief to that.
The light flashes on he was relieved he wasn't relieved because he was scared, he was relieved cause he was able to get his phone to work with a flashlight, flashing on to a figure possibly male, possibly a teenager, wearing civillain clothes that was related to high school clothing, he was missing half of his jaw, his ankle twisted open a bone sticking out of the bare ankle along with dark crimson, his limbs were twisted gruesomelly, including his fingers broken, twisted open part of the bones sticking out, his head in an uncomfortable laying in a pool of blood pouring under his body more blood soaking up the pavement his eyes bloodshot as hell, his eyes looked terrified and horrified when he saw this corpse he was thrown backwards off the ground, the back of his head slammed headfirst and quickly stabbed into his head, the metal pole going straight into his throat like a tunnel, he ended up screaming and muffling painfully, except his mouth had been covered up by the pole that punctured a hole into his mouth choking on it it made it worse for him pool of blood heavily shutting and choking him pouring out of his mouth to his neck, quickly raining and soaking all over his white adias shoes he reached with both of his hands straining to get it out instead he wasn't able to get it out if he did pull it out this would make it worse he would be already dead, as his hands were not careful he tried to twists it both sides left, right but it made it worse for him it punctured, twisted his fleshy area, he gritted teeth the pain had gotten to him, his lungs gasping for enough oxygen, shoes slippers the pool of blood, he screamed in more letting out his painful experience, letting out a bloodcurdling scream form pool of water, blood and saliva gurgling heavily out of his bloody soaked mouth.
The orange, yellow flames lits up dancing slowly left, right dancing slowly, mist of light visible gray smoke curling up in the visible unseen mist slowly rises in a dark background tears of liquid mini blood drips down out of nowhere, fading into fingernails that were scratching making 3 marks of lines down on a tan wall only to change into dark crimson scratches.
3 Naval Officers were inside their car it was dark, and cold out despite the front driver window lifted down one of them to get some fresh air inside an red SUV that belonged to Edwards who gave his 2 buddies a ride, they were the only people at the gas station (not the same place where Muss works at) intense rock music bursting out of the SUB good thing nobody wasn't able hear loud raging guitar riffing music.
Edwards age 27, dark hair style of a mullet, he was wearing a leather jacket, blue trousers, metal chain looped around his trouser connected to his black belt, he was laid back, cool but had possession of firearms, and the objects of driving fast in a mile, he was currently dating his girlfriend Shannon. Also the one in the driver seat who lifted his window down to get into contact with fresh air.
Prickerson age 25, buzz cut in the back of his hair, he wanted to go with the hair he had during the military he never grew out his hair often shaved it short or the same way, wearing a white short sleeve shirt over it was his soft shell jacket, blue trousers with the U.S.M.C. eagle logo in golden connected to his belt, he was stoic, brave, took things seriously serving as Petty Officer Second Class. Prickerson thought this was a bad idea to have the window down while it was cold out normally he didn't have his jacket on until Edwards rolled the window down he threw his jacket on, he was trying to get some sleep catch a dream waiting for him to come.
In the backseat was Monton it was unknown what he was doing visibly he might be sleeping, it's hard to tell what he was wearing due to it being dark out. Monton looked relaxed, sleeping soundly in the backseat.
"Turn the damn radio off." Prickerson angrily said with his teeth grinded together annoyed at the outbursting rock music turned up to nearly 90% god it hurt his ears, having to hear that violent screaming raging outbursting rock music, he didn't need to cover his ears not acting like a fool around Edwards, every time he listened to the music in the car all he thinks about he would rather throw the door open, and jumped out of the car. Edwards looked relaxed, even though he wasn't sleeping which he never planned on knowing Prickerson will get his cold hands on his radio, he was feeling the cold air touch his whole body, his knees buckled together, having his hands behind his head pressed to the driver seat, his neck stretches forward in a stretching position trying to get his neck in an relax position.
"Don't stare at me from the corner of your eye" Edwards without looking at him or opened eyes calmly told him in an relaxed manner feeling cool than ever curving a slight little smile on his face, "also don't stare at me with those devilish eyes." Edwards said before quietly muttering the word "Prick" under his breath not aware for Prickerson to hear him it was cut off by the rock music Prickerson wanted to kill with his claw bare hands.
His pupil eyes shifts to the radio station, in red letters printed CHANNEL 10.3 above it said the clock time 2:50 AM close to 3:00 in the morning having been out in this dark, gloomy, blackest outdoors for nearly 3 or 4 hours the engine is still running Edwards wasting all that fuel Prickerson during the ride argued with him begging him to turn the damn car off since it will waste a lot of fuel they need a lot of fuel for the trip they were going on tomorrow far out west, it was a good thing they were at the gas station Edwards easily add more fuel to his SUV, he wasn't going to pay instead he wanted Prickerson to pay for it.
Prickerson: I'm going (looks at Edwards) to go to the gas station.
Edwards: (still not looking) Can't you see the gas station is closed.
Prickerson: It's open for 24 hours.
Prickerson removed his seatbelt that held him, he quickly opens the latch passenger the door springs wide opened direct right he was currently out of the car his leg pulling weight to close the door letting out a thud leading Edward to wince quickly and silently without moving, "Really Prick."
Prickerson was in his mind glad to be getting away from rock music, the outside he felt stoic kept hope from himself and others knowing something is not good he can feel it in his gut, he was moving at a regular pace his tactical black laced shoes setting down on each feet.
Prickerson came near the gas station he tried out the 2 doors his hands pulling on only for it to be stuck doing this 3 times pulling on the latch still didn't help to get the door open, he digs his hand deeply into his left pants pockets his fingers dancing to get to them pulling out his brass key printed with the U.S.M C. logo design on the front and back trying to unlock the door his brass key zoomed deeply into the lock turning left, and far left before it twists to the right 3 times.
It stopped his attention turning his head to the right, his eyes shifts to the left his hands still on the key instead are frozed, his left ear can hear a dull, heavy, sound slow to understand his right ear can hear whooshing.
"What the fuck is taking so long!" Edwards shouted, still in the same position and movement his eyes aren't opened, "I need to smoke." muttering quietly under his breath shortly before he yelled "Prickerson buy me hundreds of cigarettes!"
Edwards: (Voice) A man needs to smoke.
Prickerson rolling his eyes, gazing at the lock he was working to get the door unlock, wasn't able to concentrate with Edwards talking or strange noises going around on him, as a second class petty officer 5th enlisted in the U.S.M.C. despite being younger than Edwards he was headstrong, mature, brave and had enough skills do things without being told, he was the mentor of Junior seamens, even though he wasn't official full leader he was expecting to be one in the future, he had an useful future ahead of him.
(Whistling)
Inside of the SUV 6 minutes later at 2:56 AM the loud rock outbursting music is suddenly cut off by low faded static Edward opened his eyes moves out of his comfortable position he mutters "what the fuck" under his breathing noticing how the hell did this happen his head leaning over the radio station, his fingers touching the volume button the other one changing the radio station.
A visible suspension of carbon or something related to smoke, curls away from the black tactical sole shoe Prickerson didn't feel a mist of smoke under his shoe he was too busy unlocking the door to the gas station twisting it left, right at another angle to another angle but as he tried to work on it, his hand tried to pull it off from the key, his hand stretches out pulling it sideways doing this 3 times straining to get the key out.
The radio switches to different stations including classical music, bluegrass, hip hop, current music he rolls down the volume to 30% but it ended up turning forward, his fingers notices the feeling of an high slight burning temperature when he felt it touching his fingers, he didn't care until it changed his mind his fingers wanted to get away from the buttons he was using to change the radio station. "Ah" he shouted after hearing a hissing sound along with seeing slim smoke curling away from behind the radio button sparks of wires flickers in yellow quickly vanishing.
The smoke curls away from Pickerson' s sole shoe the fact he was too busy straining to get his brass keys out now they weren't unable to move he felt the frozen feeling of it, trying to twist it. The grey mist of smoke roses up more this time underneath his shoe as it start to warn his nostrils the scent of the smell.
Prickerson thought he stepped on Edwards' s cigarette but that wasn't the point he lifted up his sole shoe without standing or moving turning his head to his shoe where he eyes at it bringing up his shoe from the hard rock cement he tried to raise his shoe up he can feel his foot being pulled down back to the cement, he rarely notices when he did this 3 or 4 times by stretching and pulling on his own foot with nothing to help him except for his weight, straining to get it out the shoe pulled down back to the cement, feeling his foot throbbing and in sharp pain he felt like it was bruised he was not worry about it he never was he wanted to check and know what was seriously going on with the ground. He eyes at the key straining to get it out only for the key to thrust quickly into his rounded color pupil, his eye had the nerve to scream the brass key slice down to the iris before making a direct cut in his lower eyelid he felt the fleshy area ripped off, his eye turn dark red from the fleshy area it sustained tears of blood draining rapidly out of his eye like a stream pouring all over his front hand Prickerson pressed his own hand to protect his eye now messing up the state of being able to see, he winced through his teeth
the smoke he cried out in pain, his hand now stained with sweat and blood spreads all over the back of his hand continuing down to his neck from his eye, his arm from his hand his white shirt dripping with a lot of blood, it quickly became stained with his own blood
The ominous grey smoke rises up from the surface of his shoe, this turned difficult a mist of smoke rises up going into the tunnel of his nostrils turning less the best for him, his uninjured eye became blinded by the smoke as it more difficult for his eyes took pressure in him, tears of liquid flows out of his eyes covering the smoke with his right eye he tried to shout in pain but smoke had gotten into his lungs quickly about to go into his windpipe less than a minute he wouldn't be able to let out a single word or sound from his mouth.
Edwards shuffling his hand inside his pockets, he stared at the button he began to smell the same thing but wasn't able be fully aware of it, his mind and his movements were too busy searching for his smartphone inside one of his pockets his mind told him to stay calm even though he wasn't freaking out.
Pulling out his smartphone he quickly pressed his fingers down 9-1-1- pressing the button 3 times sound of beeping heard while he was doing it.
Edwards pressed the phone to his ear he turns his head up his irises slightly glowing in white, his heart racing, his mind racing for help was there something horrible going on outside he can smell thinking someone was roasting marshmallow at first or there was a barbecue going on, his ears hear the visible scream, Fire crackling, in his mind he wanted 911 to pick the phone up didn't look good for him he was witnessing thru the window proof windshield it was PRICKERSON THE FIRE SPREADING ON HIS PANTS TO THE FRONT NECK IGNITING ON HIS SKULL HE WAS ALREADY ON FIRE STILL ALIVE SCREAMING IN PAIN!
What should Edwards do drop the phone jumped out of his SUV put a coat on Pickerson to stop the fire from spreading, remain in the car and call 911 before leaving the car to put the coat on his friend Edwards wanted to get help from 911 despite being a petty officer he didn't have actual medical training how many times he failed at his basic training unlike Prickerson who had medical training.
His mind stopped...
911: 911 What's your emergency
Before he can let out an word shuddering wreck of an banging loud noise is heard on the com's of an dispatcher the explosion outside is bad quickly the SUV spreads firey red hot flames, red SUV flips over to the left not even a minute another fireball massively takes the front doors out flying in the clouded sky, the trunk bang sideway before flying out in an crumbled way crashing slamming sliding to the cement, SUV flips over fireballs richoeting away from the SUV hitting several targets catching the objects on fire engulfed in flames including Prickerson who wasn't moving not even kneeling anymore.
(Whistling)
The menace of an unknown criminal was not heard visibly laughing in a dark tone, 12 minutes later he was staring closely at the crisp, burnt SUV inside the SUV was Edwards who was no longer alive or normal he was burnt, covered in black smearing ashes his car was wrecked up, burnt, crisp, badly damaged losing debris, some electronic equipment had Bern thrown, or damaged the criminal curved a smile his lips tucked in his mouth his teeth front and center.
(Whistling)
END OF CHPT 1
