Digging out the people...listening to the screaming of children...some made it, some didn't. Two buildings stood without damage: Roger's home, and the home of the Paradigm Corp.
Daustan saw Roger helping and approached him. The police officer's face looked dark...guilt-stricken. For the first time, Roger Smith saw Dan Daustan's eyes tear up.
Dorothy felt sympathetic toward Daustan. He wiped his brow as a tear escaped his eye.
"If only I'd been more careful," he said. "I could have done something."
Dorothy put her hand gently on his shoulder.
"Don't cry Daustan. You are not the guilty one."
He dried his tears and nodded solemnly. They continued their work, as did every able citizen. Dorothy pulled smaller rocks off of the top. As she did this, she heard the screams of a young girl. She dug faster.
"Please get me out! I can't breathe!" the girl shouted.
"I'm coming! Keep talking to me." Dorothy responded, trying not to sound panicked.
"Help me please!"
Dorothy found that some of the rocks were too heavy to lift. Losing her strength when she got her modifications was something she suddenly regretted. She turned to Roger.
"Roger," she called. "I need help!"
Coughing could be heard from below.
"Please hurry!" called the girl, her voice sounding more faint than before.
"Hang in there sweetheart," Dorothy said as the tears began to fall. "We're almost there!"
She and Roger lifted the larger rocks, and the frame of the girl was revealed. Her clothes were torn, her limbs were broken and bleeding, her spirit was torn. Roger carefully lifted the girl from her fallen home, and brought her down the pile of rubble. He laid her there, and Dorothy took her into her arms.
"What's your name?" asked Dorothy, trying to keep the girl engaged in conversation.
"What does it matter now? I'm fifteen years old, and I'm already hearing my death angel beckon me. I'm not afraid anymore."
Dorothy's tears were now flowing without control.
"Please," said Dorothy. "Please don't die!"
The girl touched Dorothy's cheek.
"Don't cry blessed one." she said quietly. "Ye not guilty!"
Dorothy's eyes widened. A soft sigh carried the girl from life. Dorothy placed her down a little harder than she had meant.
Roger looked over at her and ran to her side as Dorothy's head began to spasm and jerk. She started rambling in android tongues, thrashing and shaking against Roger's sturdy hands.
The dead girl beside them suddenly got up and walked. She walked on until she came to the pile where they had pulled her from. She fell back down and her hand pointed to the dome. Dorothy screamed and awakened from her bewildered state.
"Dorothy," Roger spoke quietly. "What did she say?"
"She said something about Alex Rosewater...and..."
"And what?"
The tears found their way to the brims of her eyes once more as she said quietly,
"A great fire."
...Hours and hours of digging went on. As many deaths as there were, many still were rescued. Those that were able were asked to help in the rescue efforts, none refused. Those that were injured were brought to Roger's mansion. The hospital had burned to the ground earlier, so this was all they had. God knew Rosewater was no help!
At the end of the day, a few workers decided to continue through the night. There would be a shift change at 3:00 a.m. Roger, Dorothy, and Norman helped the injured and served the workers. Luckily there was a plentiful supply of food and essentials in the emergency cellar, so everyone was fed, clothed, and cared for with much to spare.
The incessant screaming that they had been hearing was finally beginning to die down. Some of the trapped were rescued, and some, Roger supposed, had finally decided to let go.
The night seemed to go forever. Roger sat in bed with Dorothy in his room. The other rooms were filled to capacity. Roger was sure that his room would be for he and Dorothy only, unless there was absolutely no alternative. It turned out that there was plenty of room, and they stayed alone.
He looked in her eyes. Dorothy was glowing, even in the midst of all the pain. He stroked her cheek. She smiled and stood before the bed.
At a painfully slow pace, Dorothy lifted her shirt above her head. Roger felt his mouth fall open in spite of him, and a heat began to grow between his legs. He picked her up, and laid her gently on the bed. Roger traced the delicate line around her lips, and then dove into them.
Dorothy lifted his shirt over his head and placed searing kisses down his chest. The world around them became hazy as they climbed under the covers. Roger positioned himself on top of Dorothy, and whispered quietly,
"I love you more than anything."
Dorothy chuckled and put her finger to his lips. She could feel his hardened manhood throbbing against her.
"I love you too."
He plunged into her, this time without pain.
In and out...faster and faster...moans of pleasure filling every corner of the room. Her nails dug into the soft skin on his back as they moved. His hands roamed her delicate body without shame.
Together they finished, chanting each other's names.
The atmosphere began to cool but a few moments later. They pulled the covers up and fell into a peaceful slumber. There they would await the shift change.
...Little did they know that the world had already shifted...
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Daustan saw Roger helping and approached him. The police officer's face looked dark...guilt-stricken. For the first time, Roger Smith saw Dan Daustan's eyes tear up.
Dorothy felt sympathetic toward Daustan. He wiped his brow as a tear escaped his eye.
"If only I'd been more careful," he said. "I could have done something."
Dorothy put her hand gently on his shoulder.
"Don't cry Daustan. You are not the guilty one."
He dried his tears and nodded solemnly. They continued their work, as did every able citizen. Dorothy pulled smaller rocks off of the top. As she did this, she heard the screams of a young girl. She dug faster.
"Please get me out! I can't breathe!" the girl shouted.
"I'm coming! Keep talking to me." Dorothy responded, trying not to sound panicked.
"Help me please!"
Dorothy found that some of the rocks were too heavy to lift. Losing her strength when she got her modifications was something she suddenly regretted. She turned to Roger.
"Roger," she called. "I need help!"
Coughing could be heard from below.
"Please hurry!" called the girl, her voice sounding more faint than before.
"Hang in there sweetheart," Dorothy said as the tears began to fall. "We're almost there!"
She and Roger lifted the larger rocks, and the frame of the girl was revealed. Her clothes were torn, her limbs were broken and bleeding, her spirit was torn. Roger carefully lifted the girl from her fallen home, and brought her down the pile of rubble. He laid her there, and Dorothy took her into her arms.
"What's your name?" asked Dorothy, trying to keep the girl engaged in conversation.
"What does it matter now? I'm fifteen years old, and I'm already hearing my death angel beckon me. I'm not afraid anymore."
Dorothy's tears were now flowing without control.
"Please," said Dorothy. "Please don't die!"
The girl touched Dorothy's cheek.
"Don't cry blessed one." she said quietly. "Ye not guilty!"
Dorothy's eyes widened. A soft sigh carried the girl from life. Dorothy placed her down a little harder than she had meant.
Roger looked over at her and ran to her side as Dorothy's head began to spasm and jerk. She started rambling in android tongues, thrashing and shaking against Roger's sturdy hands.
The dead girl beside them suddenly got up and walked. She walked on until she came to the pile where they had pulled her from. She fell back down and her hand pointed to the dome. Dorothy screamed and awakened from her bewildered state.
"Dorothy," Roger spoke quietly. "What did she say?"
"She said something about Alex Rosewater...and..."
"And what?"
The tears found their way to the brims of her eyes once more as she said quietly,
"A great fire."
...Hours and hours of digging went on. As many deaths as there were, many still were rescued. Those that were able were asked to help in the rescue efforts, none refused. Those that were injured were brought to Roger's mansion. The hospital had burned to the ground earlier, so this was all they had. God knew Rosewater was no help!
At the end of the day, a few workers decided to continue through the night. There would be a shift change at 3:00 a.m. Roger, Dorothy, and Norman helped the injured and served the workers. Luckily there was a plentiful supply of food and essentials in the emergency cellar, so everyone was fed, clothed, and cared for with much to spare.
The incessant screaming that they had been hearing was finally beginning to die down. Some of the trapped were rescued, and some, Roger supposed, had finally decided to let go.
The night seemed to go forever. Roger sat in bed with Dorothy in his room. The other rooms were filled to capacity. Roger was sure that his room would be for he and Dorothy only, unless there was absolutely no alternative. It turned out that there was plenty of room, and they stayed alone.
He looked in her eyes. Dorothy was glowing, even in the midst of all the pain. He stroked her cheek. She smiled and stood before the bed.
At a painfully slow pace, Dorothy lifted her shirt above her head. Roger felt his mouth fall open in spite of him, and a heat began to grow between his legs. He picked her up, and laid her gently on the bed. Roger traced the delicate line around her lips, and then dove into them.
Dorothy lifted his shirt over his head and placed searing kisses down his chest. The world around them became hazy as they climbed under the covers. Roger positioned himself on top of Dorothy, and whispered quietly,
"I love you more than anything."
Dorothy chuckled and put her finger to his lips. She could feel his hardened manhood throbbing against her.
"I love you too."
He plunged into her, this time without pain.
In and out...faster and faster...moans of pleasure filling every corner of the room. Her nails dug into the soft skin on his back as they moved. His hands roamed her delicate body without shame.
Together they finished, chanting each other's names.
The atmosphere began to cool but a few moments later. They pulled the covers up and fell into a peaceful slumber. There they would await the shift change.
...Little did they know that the world had already shifted...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
WOOOOHOOOO! What did you think of that? Pretty good, eh? Oki...e-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com and please feel free to leave TONS of reviews. Thanks!
~*Tori*~