Matt's POV:
Never in my entire life has going at least 20 miles over the speed limit ever felt so god damn slow!
Speeding towards the mafia base, avoiding cops and near horrific accidents while running red lights and stop signs. It's starting to feel like one big, horrible game of grand theft auto. Maybe it is? Maybe I'm asleep and just dreaming I'm in one of my games? It wouldent be the first time. Quickly I shake that thought off though, there is no way any of my dreams would ever be this god damn realistic.
Car wheels screech to a stop when I slam my foot onto the breaks. I could see the fire even way off in the distance, even though this place is in the middle of nowhere I just know the fire-brigade is probably on there way along with the cops.
With that thought in mind I jump out of the car and rush into the burning building without a second thought for my own safety. I guess the blond really is starting to rub off on me after all.
The air is thick, toxic with the smoke of the burning wreckage. I'm thankful for my thick boots and jeans for once as I feel the heat radiate off everything In my path.
"Mello!" I cry out, hoping for a reply I deep down knew I wasn't going to get.
Pushing through the flames and the rubble I make my way to the room I know he was in moments before the screen went blank, but he isn't there. He must be close though, he wouldn't have been able to run that far would he?
A deep rumbling aftershock echoes through the building as more of the roof comes down around me. I get more and more frantic in my search as time goes on and it gets harder and harder to breathe. I try to stay low as I run, low and away from the deadly smoke. My heart slowly sink with the realization that if i'm having trouble breathing Mello has probably stopped.
"Mello! Please dear god answer me Mello!" I yell as I run down the narrow hallway leading out the opposite way to the way I came in.
I don't have to run far before my road is somewhat blocked off by a fallen beam and rubble. Im almost about to climb over it when I see the hand from underneath it. Its not so much the hand though that sends my heart slamming even harder against my chest, it's what it's holding.
Mellos rosary...
"Mells! Mello can you hear me!" I call out as I try to dig the body out frantically, regretting leaving my gloves behind as my cut and burnt fingers slow me down.
It takes a long time. Almost to long of a time to free the blonds body from beneath the ash covered ruble. More of the roof is coming down, I can tell from the way world seems to shake beneath us. Slowly I reveal a hand, his arm, the back of his head then his chest and legs. As soon as he is uncovered enough to move I roll him onto his back roughly.
"shit... I'm... I'm so sorry..." I'm to late. He is burnt and crushed so badly and his skin is a horrible, bloodless, ghost grey where it isn't covered with angry red cuts and burns. "i'll get you out of here mells..." I whisper to the body in my arms. Stroking his undamaged cheek for a long moment before getting together the courage and conviction to lift him over my shoulder and run from the burning building with as much speed as I used to get in there.
I'm out of the building before I even register how badly I'v started coughing, just in the last few minutes my adrenaline seemed to dip back and leave me feeling much more helpless then I had even when running into a collapsing building.
My tears start escaping as I pull open the back door to my car, gently laying the blond down across the back seat. He looks broken, helpless in a way Mello just never was.
Grabbing my water bottle from the cup holder I bite my lip and carefully start pouring it over his wounded cheek. I just want to clean him up a little, make him look a little less like a corpse.
Suddenly there's a deep, sharp, painful intake of breath from the blond below me and I jump back. My head collides with the roof of my car and I yelp loudly like a wounded dog but before the stars even fade from the impact i push my head to the blonds chest.
Thud thud. Thud thud. Thud thud.
Weak rapid heart beats over soft, almost silent breathing that docent let his chest rise or fall normally. Something inside me deep down curses him for being still alive. It yells and rants that now he is suffering and will only die later if I take him home. That part of me however is drowned out by the overwhelming feeling of relief.
"your stronger then I gave you credit for mells..." I whisper and pour the water over the rest of his side, trying to cool the painful burn. "gotta get ya home okay? Hang in there until them, if your going to die you'd rather do it in bed at home then in the back seat of my car right?"
Looking down at him I gulp down my rising nerves and do something I never dared to do in life. I lean down and kiss the blonds forehead. a soft, tender kiss.
"just hold on."