A/N: Again, thanks for all the welcoming reviews! I really appreciate it.
Anyways, I forgot to mention the status of everyone: Simon is at college,
but he will come into the story later, Matt and Sarah are in medical
school, not separated, Mary and Carlos are in New York, and yes, Mary is
pregnant. The only people in the house are Annie, Eric, Ruthie, and the
twins, and Kevin and Lucy live in the garage apartment.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
KayKayeLLe: Don't worry. I see the compliment in your complicated review. Thanks! And I know you are a Mary/Wilson fan because I have read some of your stuff. Good work!
Chapter 3: Where to go
Ruthie heard a small, weak shriek come from her sister's mouth. Having not seen what had happened, Ruthie rushed to where she suspected Lucy to be.
"Lucy!" she yelled when she saw her sister standing stiff against the wall. Ruthie noticed her breathing was very deep but shaky. Lucy's eyes were closed tightly and pools of sweat were collecting on her forehead. A seizure of pain had sliced through her body, and the expression of fear and hurt wiped across her face frightened Ruthie.
"Luce? Are you ok?" Ruthie asked still coughing as smoke clouded her vision even more. Trembling, Lucy pulled up her left hand from her side and displayed it for her younger sister to see. Ruthie drew her eyes closer, the smoke blocking her vision. She gasped.
Lucy's hand was shredded all the way up her forearm. Loss pieces of skin lay limp and lifeless against the stinging, bloody gashes along her fingers and hand.
"Ruthie?! Where are you?" Kevin shouted. With her eyes, Ruthie searched the hallway, but the only things she could see were Lucy and the flames slowly approaching them.
"Kevin! Lucy's burnt!" she replied still coughing. Guiding her sister back up to the attic away from the smoke that was slowly suffocating them, she continued, "Go outside to the attic bedroom window! The fire's too far into the hallway to get anywhere!"
When the sisters had reentered the attic and shut the door, Ruthie saw the full destruction the fire had done. After pouring cool sink water into the wounds, which seemed to relieve the pain, Ruthie gently wrapped a towel around Lucy's scorched arm.
"Thanks," Lucy whispered giving her sister a grateful smile.
As Lucy slowly rested against the doorway, Ruthie could tell the only color in her sister's face came from the heat of the fire downstairs.
The sound of shattering glass and splintering wood could be heard in the hallway. Apparently, the fire had spread engulfing much of the house that didn't stand a chance.
"Come on. Let's see if we can push the window out," Ruthie persuaded her sister. She slowly pulled Lucy's right arm toward the other side of the room. The smoke was not extremely heavy in the attic yet. The door acted as an armed solider, protecting the girls from harm. Unfortunately, the enemy was strong, and no soldier could protect them forever.
"Oh, hold on! I forgot something," Lucy stumbled over to her nightstand, snatched something off the top, and stuck it in the pocket of her pajamas. As she started to walk towards the window, her soft, cool bed caught her eye. It begged her to sleep, to get out of this nightmare and pain.
"No," she told herself, "get out first."
"Come on, Luce! Let's get out of here!" Ruthie rushed her sister.
The window was small, but a possible escape. Ruthie unhooked the lock and pulled up the glass until it jammed at the top. A burst of cool winter air came through the now-open window. The girls finally breathed fresh air for the first time that Christmas Eve night.
"Do you know how to get the screen out?" Ruthie asked as she caught her breath.
"Oh, yeah," Lucy replied, coming out of the daze the pain of her arm was causing. After forcefully jabbing her good hand against the screen, the metal frame popped out of place with ease and made it's decent down to the ground below.
"Old house, cheap screens," Ruthie smiled as she stuck her head out the window to see exactly where the screen had landed.
"One question, though," Lucy said as she too looked out into the clear night sky. "We are three stories up. How are we suppose to get down?"
~~~
"Beep! Beep!" the siren rang at the fire department. A stampede of men rushed to their gear to prepare for the trip.
"You comin', Kinkirk?" a fellow fireman asked Ben Kinkirk who had just transferred from Buffalo.
"Yea, sure. I was hoping to spend Christmas and my first night here working," Ben yawned as he grabbed his boots and jacket from his locker area.
Ben's luck in Buffalo had worn off. No girlfriend or decent relationship to speak of since Mary Camden. His job hadn't been doing too well either, so he decided to come to GlenOak to live closer to his brother and sister-in- law. Having bought an apartment nearby the firehouse, Ben had thought it best to make an appearance to the chief to fix any last minute details about his transfer, unaware that he would be roped into working.
"The joys of Christmas, Kinkirk," his chief had told him, slapping him on his back.
"So where are we going tonight?" Ben asked trying to recall familiar street names.
"185 Conway Drive," his fellow firefighter replied stepping onto the truck platform.
"Wait! 185 Conway Drive?" Ben repeated making sure he had heard correctly.
"Yea! Now come on!" the man replied offering Ben his hand. Ben stared back at him, wondering what he should do. Call 911 his brain told him, but then he remembered. He was 911! Shaking off his thoughts, he grabbed his colleague's outstretched hand and stepped onto the platform as the truck pulled out of the driveway and sped down the vacant street, siren blasting.
A/N: Yeah! Another chapter! Hope you liked! And 411, I haven't even decided who is going to die or if someone is going to die. So basically, I don't even know where this is going!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
KayKayeLLe: Don't worry. I see the compliment in your complicated review. Thanks! And I know you are a Mary/Wilson fan because I have read some of your stuff. Good work!
Chapter 3: Where to go
Ruthie heard a small, weak shriek come from her sister's mouth. Having not seen what had happened, Ruthie rushed to where she suspected Lucy to be.
"Lucy!" she yelled when she saw her sister standing stiff against the wall. Ruthie noticed her breathing was very deep but shaky. Lucy's eyes were closed tightly and pools of sweat were collecting on her forehead. A seizure of pain had sliced through her body, and the expression of fear and hurt wiped across her face frightened Ruthie.
"Luce? Are you ok?" Ruthie asked still coughing as smoke clouded her vision even more. Trembling, Lucy pulled up her left hand from her side and displayed it for her younger sister to see. Ruthie drew her eyes closer, the smoke blocking her vision. She gasped.
Lucy's hand was shredded all the way up her forearm. Loss pieces of skin lay limp and lifeless against the stinging, bloody gashes along her fingers and hand.
"Ruthie?! Where are you?" Kevin shouted. With her eyes, Ruthie searched the hallway, but the only things she could see were Lucy and the flames slowly approaching them.
"Kevin! Lucy's burnt!" she replied still coughing. Guiding her sister back up to the attic away from the smoke that was slowly suffocating them, she continued, "Go outside to the attic bedroom window! The fire's too far into the hallway to get anywhere!"
When the sisters had reentered the attic and shut the door, Ruthie saw the full destruction the fire had done. After pouring cool sink water into the wounds, which seemed to relieve the pain, Ruthie gently wrapped a towel around Lucy's scorched arm.
"Thanks," Lucy whispered giving her sister a grateful smile.
As Lucy slowly rested against the doorway, Ruthie could tell the only color in her sister's face came from the heat of the fire downstairs.
The sound of shattering glass and splintering wood could be heard in the hallway. Apparently, the fire had spread engulfing much of the house that didn't stand a chance.
"Come on. Let's see if we can push the window out," Ruthie persuaded her sister. She slowly pulled Lucy's right arm toward the other side of the room. The smoke was not extremely heavy in the attic yet. The door acted as an armed solider, protecting the girls from harm. Unfortunately, the enemy was strong, and no soldier could protect them forever.
"Oh, hold on! I forgot something," Lucy stumbled over to her nightstand, snatched something off the top, and stuck it in the pocket of her pajamas. As she started to walk towards the window, her soft, cool bed caught her eye. It begged her to sleep, to get out of this nightmare and pain.
"No," she told herself, "get out first."
"Come on, Luce! Let's get out of here!" Ruthie rushed her sister.
The window was small, but a possible escape. Ruthie unhooked the lock and pulled up the glass until it jammed at the top. A burst of cool winter air came through the now-open window. The girls finally breathed fresh air for the first time that Christmas Eve night.
"Do you know how to get the screen out?" Ruthie asked as she caught her breath.
"Oh, yeah," Lucy replied, coming out of the daze the pain of her arm was causing. After forcefully jabbing her good hand against the screen, the metal frame popped out of place with ease and made it's decent down to the ground below.
"Old house, cheap screens," Ruthie smiled as she stuck her head out the window to see exactly where the screen had landed.
"One question, though," Lucy said as she too looked out into the clear night sky. "We are three stories up. How are we suppose to get down?"
~~~
"Beep! Beep!" the siren rang at the fire department. A stampede of men rushed to their gear to prepare for the trip.
"You comin', Kinkirk?" a fellow fireman asked Ben Kinkirk who had just transferred from Buffalo.
"Yea, sure. I was hoping to spend Christmas and my first night here working," Ben yawned as he grabbed his boots and jacket from his locker area.
Ben's luck in Buffalo had worn off. No girlfriend or decent relationship to speak of since Mary Camden. His job hadn't been doing too well either, so he decided to come to GlenOak to live closer to his brother and sister-in- law. Having bought an apartment nearby the firehouse, Ben had thought it best to make an appearance to the chief to fix any last minute details about his transfer, unaware that he would be roped into working.
"The joys of Christmas, Kinkirk," his chief had told him, slapping him on his back.
"So where are we going tonight?" Ben asked trying to recall familiar street names.
"185 Conway Drive," his fellow firefighter replied stepping onto the truck platform.
"Wait! 185 Conway Drive?" Ben repeated making sure he had heard correctly.
"Yea! Now come on!" the man replied offering Ben his hand. Ben stared back at him, wondering what he should do. Call 911 his brain told him, but then he remembered. He was 911! Shaking off his thoughts, he grabbed his colleague's outstretched hand and stepped onto the platform as the truck pulled out of the driveway and sped down the vacant street, siren blasting.
A/N: Yeah! Another chapter! Hope you liked! And 411, I haven't even decided who is going to die or if someone is going to die. So basically, I don't even know where this is going!