This is the next part of Davis the Untold Story. Sorry I wasn't able to post this next part up sooner but my computer or this website was screwed up and I wasn't able to sign in. I will try to finish the rest of the story by the end of the week. Enjoy!
Davis The Untold Story
The floors started to creak even more as more people came in. I saw most of my friends join up with me.
"Man! I can't believe we're getting away with this!" I told the others. I was the newest member to their group and had only been with them for two weeks. We hadn't done anything that major in all that time.
"This is nothing!" Peppie started to brag. "You should have been with us when we burned down the retirement home building. Dude! You should have seen the old people screaming for their lives! It was hilarious!"
They all started laughing. I was shocked.
"Did anyone die?" I asked.
"Only about 6 people." Was the response. ONLY 6 PEOPLE! They said it like it was some sort of game where it doesn't matter whether you win or lose.
"There was this one guy who ran out of the building with his clothes on fire. He just kept on running around as the fire grew bigger!" Someone else was saying.
I heard a shout to us. " Hey guys! Help me out! I'm stuck up here between the people!" It was Roni, our team member who was about my age. He had joined three months before I did. He was up on the stands.
The floors squeaked more as more people squeezed in. I turned to the others. "We got to help him." I pleaded.
"It's his own fault he's up there. The bastard deserves what's coming to him."
"But...."
"Leave it as it is, Davis!" Peppie shouted to me. I could see the devil in his eyes and it scared the living shit out of me. I decided that when this was over I would try to change my ways. But first I had to set the wrong that I had helped cause to almost right again.
I didn't listen anymore to what the other boys told me. I did what I thought I should do and that was to help the little old lady, the boy and my friend.
The question now was how? I know I wanted to help the people but how was I supposed to do it? I was only a little boy and I didn't know how to help.
"Everyone get off the stands! The supports are not stable enough! It's going to tumble over!" I shouted.
The people looked at me. Some of them shouted back that I was a terrible child for saying such things while others just smiled at my comment. They had known me for my tall tales.
Then I remembered this one time in a movie when a man who had wanted to get everyones attention, exclaimed that there was a bomb! Well, I didn't have explosives on me but I did have matches.
I hurried outside, grabbed some leaves rolled them up a small rock into them making a little ball. I then set the ball on fire with a match and threw it at the window. The people screamed at it in shock, as some tried to put it out.
I did this again, and again and again. Soon my "friends" caught on to what I was doing, thought it was a great idea since it would put the slow people through "more pain" and they started throwing them at the window too. Some of them even had cherry bombs and threw those.
Finally all the people were outside where it was safe, no one was injured. Or so I thought.
The preacher came out and started screaming at us for destroying property or something like that when I heard an old lady's scream.
I hurried inside and found the 80 year old lady still at the stands. Her dress was caught on a crooked bench as she was trapped in a corner between the fire and the bench which wouldn't let go of her dress.
I knew I shouldn't have went up there but something inside me made me do it. Almost instinctively, I went up there, dodged the fiery benches and got to the lady.
She had just about passed out when I got to her. I tried to pull her away from that area but she wouldn't go. She pointed behind me at the far end of the church, she said her grandson was there. He had went to the bathroom and didn't come back.
I told her that he was safe outside and that he was waiting for her even though I hadn't seen the boy since earlier. She finally agreed to go with me after telling her that. I got her down, but unfortunately not safely. As we were going down the stairs a piece of the roof caved in and caused us to go flying down the stairs. She passed out at that point.
"Oh great! Just what I need at this point!" I said exasperatingly. "What else could possibly go wrong." I asked no one in particular. The church was completely empty covered in flames.
I dragged the woman which was obviously about 50 pounds heavier than myself through the church to go out the front entrance and deposit her in the grass when I got through the front door. "Just a couple more steps Davis! You can do it!" I told myself for encouragement.
The fumes were starting to get me dizzy. I was almost there when this giant piece of wood came caving down and blocked my only door exit. I backed away dizzily trying to find another way out.
"The bathroom!" I say remembering that that was the only other place that would have a window low enough to climb out of. The rest of the windows were too high up for anyone to even think about jumping from them.
I held my breath not wanting to absorb anymore smoke. I ran to the back of the church where I started to hear the faint sounds of crying. It was the lady's grandson, a little boy!
To Be Continued...
Davis The Untold Story
The floors started to creak even more as more people came in. I saw most of my friends join up with me.
"Man! I can't believe we're getting away with this!" I told the others. I was the newest member to their group and had only been with them for two weeks. We hadn't done anything that major in all that time.
"This is nothing!" Peppie started to brag. "You should have been with us when we burned down the retirement home building. Dude! You should have seen the old people screaming for their lives! It was hilarious!"
They all started laughing. I was shocked.
"Did anyone die?" I asked.
"Only about 6 people." Was the response. ONLY 6 PEOPLE! They said it like it was some sort of game where it doesn't matter whether you win or lose.
"There was this one guy who ran out of the building with his clothes on fire. He just kept on running around as the fire grew bigger!" Someone else was saying.
I heard a shout to us. " Hey guys! Help me out! I'm stuck up here between the people!" It was Roni, our team member who was about my age. He had joined three months before I did. He was up on the stands.
The floors squeaked more as more people squeezed in. I turned to the others. "We got to help him." I pleaded.
"It's his own fault he's up there. The bastard deserves what's coming to him."
"But...."
"Leave it as it is, Davis!" Peppie shouted to me. I could see the devil in his eyes and it scared the living shit out of me. I decided that when this was over I would try to change my ways. But first I had to set the wrong that I had helped cause to almost right again.
I didn't listen anymore to what the other boys told me. I did what I thought I should do and that was to help the little old lady, the boy and my friend.
The question now was how? I know I wanted to help the people but how was I supposed to do it? I was only a little boy and I didn't know how to help.
"Everyone get off the stands! The supports are not stable enough! It's going to tumble over!" I shouted.
The people looked at me. Some of them shouted back that I was a terrible child for saying such things while others just smiled at my comment. They had known me for my tall tales.
Then I remembered this one time in a movie when a man who had wanted to get everyones attention, exclaimed that there was a bomb! Well, I didn't have explosives on me but I did have matches.
I hurried outside, grabbed some leaves rolled them up a small rock into them making a little ball. I then set the ball on fire with a match and threw it at the window. The people screamed at it in shock, as some tried to put it out.
I did this again, and again and again. Soon my "friends" caught on to what I was doing, thought it was a great idea since it would put the slow people through "more pain" and they started throwing them at the window too. Some of them even had cherry bombs and threw those.
Finally all the people were outside where it was safe, no one was injured. Or so I thought.
The preacher came out and started screaming at us for destroying property or something like that when I heard an old lady's scream.
I hurried inside and found the 80 year old lady still at the stands. Her dress was caught on a crooked bench as she was trapped in a corner between the fire and the bench which wouldn't let go of her dress.
I knew I shouldn't have went up there but something inside me made me do it. Almost instinctively, I went up there, dodged the fiery benches and got to the lady.
She had just about passed out when I got to her. I tried to pull her away from that area but she wouldn't go. She pointed behind me at the far end of the church, she said her grandson was there. He had went to the bathroom and didn't come back.
I told her that he was safe outside and that he was waiting for her even though I hadn't seen the boy since earlier. She finally agreed to go with me after telling her that. I got her down, but unfortunately not safely. As we were going down the stairs a piece of the roof caved in and caused us to go flying down the stairs. She passed out at that point.
"Oh great! Just what I need at this point!" I said exasperatingly. "What else could possibly go wrong." I asked no one in particular. The church was completely empty covered in flames.
I dragged the woman which was obviously about 50 pounds heavier than myself through the church to go out the front entrance and deposit her in the grass when I got through the front door. "Just a couple more steps Davis! You can do it!" I told myself for encouragement.
The fumes were starting to get me dizzy. I was almost there when this giant piece of wood came caving down and blocked my only door exit. I backed away dizzily trying to find another way out.
"The bathroom!" I say remembering that that was the only other place that would have a window low enough to climb out of. The rest of the windows were too high up for anyone to even think about jumping from them.
I held my breath not wanting to absorb anymore smoke. I ran to the back of the church where I started to hear the faint sounds of crying. It was the lady's grandson, a little boy!
To Be Continued...