A/N: Thanks to Kit Kat, who consistently reviewed each chapter! I know I e-
mailed you each time, but still! Thanks again! =D
So I'm still writing, thanks to her. I wasn't sure if I wanted to or not. But I do! And now I'm really enjoying writing this one. Gives me something to do during algebra! So I kept it in Pie's POV, since I thought it would be a little different, and more interesting to see how only one person perceives everything. I mean, after all, a lot of people write in multiple points of view. I'm different, right? Maybe? So I'm trying to make it more personal, pretty much. So enjoy, FB appreciated, as always!
Chapter 3
I opened my bag to find my water bottle. My throat tends to get dry and scratchy when I'm solicitous. I figured it was at the bottom, so looked under my sweatshirt. I groaned to find that it wasn't there. I thought I'd grabbed it that morning, but I just assumed that I didn't. My throat wasn't the chief concern right now, though.
The three of us ran to the buildings, hoping that by some miracle we'd find Snitch there and make sure he was safe. We had to work our way through thousands of people and cars blocking the sidewalks and streets. It was a solid 20 minutes, in the least, before we were able to even get close to the site. Once there, we made our way through a wall of fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances. I must say, I was rather impressed that we even got that far.
Apparently I'd spoken too soon. A strong arm pushed against my chest, holding me back. A fireman with outstretched arms had hampered our movement. I glanced beyond him at the ground by the building, but quickly decided not to do that again. What if that was Snitch's arm or leg? I shook the thought out of my mind.
"Guys, you can't go any closer," he said sternly and pushed us backwards.
"Please sir, our friend is in there," Dutchy pleaded with him. I could tell by his tone of voice that he was feeling exactly the same way I was. I swallowed hard and tried not to lose hope just yet.
"You gentlemen can't go in there. Please, leave the area," the fireman replied urgently. His voice was strong, but I could see in his eyes and on his face that he was perturbed. Seeing a fireman look like that made me uneasy. Weren't they supposed to be stronger than us?
"But please, we have to-" Snoddy tried feebly once more, but was interrupted.
"Just go," He repeated. Our shoulders slumped as our spirits deflated. Now we had no way of knowing. I took one last look at the fireman before turning. I could tell that if he had control over the situation, he'd probably go in and look for Snitch himself if it meant he could save one life. I turned and caught up with the others.
That was probably the hardest part of that whole day. Turning our backs on the disaster at hand was genuinely painful. I felt like we were giving up on a friend, or even that we were refusing the accept it. I mean, I know there wasn't much else we could do, but it still really hurt. We didn't turn back, though. We just kept moving away from it. We walked for another good 25 minutes I think, getting further and further away from everything. It killed me to run from it.
The street we took away from the site looked void. Few people were around, and those who were seemed void themselves. There was a plastic bag floating in the wind on the opposite sidewalk. None of us spoke. What would we say?
Then we heard a loud rumble coming from behind. Upon turning, I saw something that to this day gives me the chills. The building was imploding. If Snitch was still in there, we wouldn't be seeing him again. My heart dropped to my stomach, and I concentrated my energy on holding myself together. I stood there transfixed. Then I realized that we had to take cover. There was a cloud of dust headed straight for us. It looked like something out of a volcano movie.
I glanced down a side street and saw a woman all by herself. She was just as transfixed as I had been. I bolted down it and grabbed her. I took the corner and pulled her on the ground behind a truck. I tore open my bag and thrust my sweatshirt over her face. "Cover your face!" I yelled, and she obeyed. I pulled off my plaid shirt and held it over my face, tucking my chin to my chest. We sat with our backs to the truck as the dust and soot cloud swallowed the street. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping with everything left in me that this wasn't really happening.
So I'm still writing, thanks to her. I wasn't sure if I wanted to or not. But I do! And now I'm really enjoying writing this one. Gives me something to do during algebra! So I kept it in Pie's POV, since I thought it would be a little different, and more interesting to see how only one person perceives everything. I mean, after all, a lot of people write in multiple points of view. I'm different, right? Maybe? So I'm trying to make it more personal, pretty much. So enjoy, FB appreciated, as always!
Chapter 3
I opened my bag to find my water bottle. My throat tends to get dry and scratchy when I'm solicitous. I figured it was at the bottom, so looked under my sweatshirt. I groaned to find that it wasn't there. I thought I'd grabbed it that morning, but I just assumed that I didn't. My throat wasn't the chief concern right now, though.
The three of us ran to the buildings, hoping that by some miracle we'd find Snitch there and make sure he was safe. We had to work our way through thousands of people and cars blocking the sidewalks and streets. It was a solid 20 minutes, in the least, before we were able to even get close to the site. Once there, we made our way through a wall of fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances. I must say, I was rather impressed that we even got that far.
Apparently I'd spoken too soon. A strong arm pushed against my chest, holding me back. A fireman with outstretched arms had hampered our movement. I glanced beyond him at the ground by the building, but quickly decided not to do that again. What if that was Snitch's arm or leg? I shook the thought out of my mind.
"Guys, you can't go any closer," he said sternly and pushed us backwards.
"Please sir, our friend is in there," Dutchy pleaded with him. I could tell by his tone of voice that he was feeling exactly the same way I was. I swallowed hard and tried not to lose hope just yet.
"You gentlemen can't go in there. Please, leave the area," the fireman replied urgently. His voice was strong, but I could see in his eyes and on his face that he was perturbed. Seeing a fireman look like that made me uneasy. Weren't they supposed to be stronger than us?
"But please, we have to-" Snoddy tried feebly once more, but was interrupted.
"Just go," He repeated. Our shoulders slumped as our spirits deflated. Now we had no way of knowing. I took one last look at the fireman before turning. I could tell that if he had control over the situation, he'd probably go in and look for Snitch himself if it meant he could save one life. I turned and caught up with the others.
That was probably the hardest part of that whole day. Turning our backs on the disaster at hand was genuinely painful. I felt like we were giving up on a friend, or even that we were refusing the accept it. I mean, I know there wasn't much else we could do, but it still really hurt. We didn't turn back, though. We just kept moving away from it. We walked for another good 25 minutes I think, getting further and further away from everything. It killed me to run from it.
The street we took away from the site looked void. Few people were around, and those who were seemed void themselves. There was a plastic bag floating in the wind on the opposite sidewalk. None of us spoke. What would we say?
Then we heard a loud rumble coming from behind. Upon turning, I saw something that to this day gives me the chills. The building was imploding. If Snitch was still in there, we wouldn't be seeing him again. My heart dropped to my stomach, and I concentrated my energy on holding myself together. I stood there transfixed. Then I realized that we had to take cover. There was a cloud of dust headed straight for us. It looked like something out of a volcano movie.
I glanced down a side street and saw a woman all by herself. She was just as transfixed as I had been. I bolted down it and grabbed her. I took the corner and pulled her on the ground behind a truck. I tore open my bag and thrust my sweatshirt over her face. "Cover your face!" I yelled, and she obeyed. I pulled off my plaid shirt and held it over my face, tucking my chin to my chest. We sat with our backs to the truck as the dust and soot cloud swallowed the street. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping with everything left in me that this wasn't really happening.
