Here goes nothing - Part 2 of the prologue!
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"I smell smoke." Cain said thoughtfully.
"So do I...Jesus Christ, the warehouse is on fire! Come on there are valuable things in there!" Alasdair broke in to a run, his long powerful legs taking one stride for every 2 of Cain's, so his smaller cousin had to half-sprint to keep up.
They arrived at the warehouse, coughing from the flame. "My broom! It's in there!?" cried Alasdair, glimpsing a stick like shape with a spiked bottom.
"Al! Leave it, it's only a broom!"
"You don't understand! My parents spent tons on that Firebolt, it's the best there is apart from some new one that's just come out! I have to get it!" Alasdair rushed in before Cain could stop his cousin.
"Al! No! Come back! Your *cough* broomstick is in *cough* your room, isn't it?" Cain couldn't breathe from the smoke. He felt dizzy, and his legs gave way. He fell onto the damp grass, still wet with morning dew. "Al.." he murmured, and fainted.
Alasdair blundered through the smoke, blinking his watering eyes. He coughed and spluttered but was determined to reach his broom. He hadn't heard Cain's shout.
He finally reached the broom. At first through the smoke he thought it was burnt, but then he saw that it was just pitch black in colour, with a red streak of lightning down the side.
"Hey - this isn't mine?!" He spluttered. He bent to pick it up. As his skin touched the black wood, an almighty jolt of electricity ran through him, knocking him over with the broom still in his hand. He couldn't breathe for smoke and then he saw something terrible.
A rafter in the roof of the warehouse had come loose. It was burning and was about to fall - directly on top of his face. He yelled and tried to move but he couldn't - the rafter fell from the burning roof as if in slow motion. He watched in ultimate horror as it hurtled down through the air and felt a searing pain as it catapulted onto his face, contorted in mid- scream.
Then all he saw was black.
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I will say nothing.
BTW, Shivs and Izzy thanks for your reviews. R&R!
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"I smell smoke." Cain said thoughtfully.
"So do I...Jesus Christ, the warehouse is on fire! Come on there are valuable things in there!" Alasdair broke in to a run, his long powerful legs taking one stride for every 2 of Cain's, so his smaller cousin had to half-sprint to keep up.
They arrived at the warehouse, coughing from the flame. "My broom! It's in there!?" cried Alasdair, glimpsing a stick like shape with a spiked bottom.
"Al! Leave it, it's only a broom!"
"You don't understand! My parents spent tons on that Firebolt, it's the best there is apart from some new one that's just come out! I have to get it!" Alasdair rushed in before Cain could stop his cousin.
"Al! No! Come back! Your *cough* broomstick is in *cough* your room, isn't it?" Cain couldn't breathe from the smoke. He felt dizzy, and his legs gave way. He fell onto the damp grass, still wet with morning dew. "Al.." he murmured, and fainted.
Alasdair blundered through the smoke, blinking his watering eyes. He coughed and spluttered but was determined to reach his broom. He hadn't heard Cain's shout.
He finally reached the broom. At first through the smoke he thought it was burnt, but then he saw that it was just pitch black in colour, with a red streak of lightning down the side.
"Hey - this isn't mine?!" He spluttered. He bent to pick it up. As his skin touched the black wood, an almighty jolt of electricity ran through him, knocking him over with the broom still in his hand. He couldn't breathe for smoke and then he saw something terrible.
A rafter in the roof of the warehouse had come loose. It was burning and was about to fall - directly on top of his face. He yelled and tried to move but he couldn't - the rafter fell from the burning roof as if in slow motion. He watched in ultimate horror as it hurtled down through the air and felt a searing pain as it catapulted onto his face, contorted in mid- scream.
Then all he saw was black.
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I will say nothing.
BTW, Shivs and Izzy thanks for your reviews. R&R!