Summary: First writing attempt not taking itself too seriously, feedback welcomed and appreciated :)
Authors note: Ok so this is my first fiction that I am going to write. I could go on and on about problems in this story about things that are lacking or that not much happens but I'm going to be positive and try better myself each time I try writing stories. This story will be a JATE story and is quite happy with little angst; I'm not quite sure where to go with this so any feedback would be welcomed. I don't plan on making this long as I would like to develop in writing before I tackle a long story but it should be finished before summers end.
Chapter one
Staring up at the evening sky watching the sky's colour's fade from a deep blue to a light shade of red, with a gentle breeze and silence, sounds perfect, and for a few seconds it was, but when reality hit the ground, it hit hard. Firstly the sounds of screams became prevalent; blood boiling screams from those who were in agony and scared caused Jack to open his eyes. With a look to his left he saw numerous motionless bodies where it was uncertain if they were dead or alive and then a look to the right revealed chaos. There was a train's carriage full of people on fire with a number of people attempting to help those inside.
And then time seemingly slowed down, the shear shock paralysed Jack and all he could do was lay down and breathe a staggered breath. His mind tried to fade away and escape from this reality, but then he got an outreached hand guided towards him and he felt compelled to grab it. When he was lifted up he felt, for the first time a pain in his gut, a pain that was like his stomach was ripped open and his insides were pouring out.
But he looked at the strangers eye's and he saw fear, and then looking around he saw a massacre, so any problems he had, would have to be put on the back burner because there was people around him that needed help.
He looked to the carriage and saw a lost child; the child looked to be of the age of ten and was just staring blankly towards the fierce fire of the train wreckage, so instinctively he ran over and grabbed the child and carried her away, she did not seem to be injured so he just left her with the stranger who helped him up and then for the next twenty minutes he did his best to help those who were in need of it.
Then he reached a point where there was not much more he could do, so he made his way over to the stranger who helped him up. As he was making his way over to the woman he could not help but stare at her. Around him was a gory scene of death and pain that he was sure was going to stay with him for the rest of his life, but before him was a beautiful woman who was looking over children, protecting them and acting calm so they would stay calm.
When he finally reached her, she looked relieved, she was acting strong for the children but she was screaming inside, there was nothing he could say so he just lay down on the ground beside her and took charge of comforting one of the children who lost their parent's. It wasn't long before the woman shortly followed him, she sat down and took this unknown child and held her tight trying to protect her from any more harm. Jack just stared at the woman and then at the movie resembling scene before them, all they could do was wait.
