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Chapter 2

It was chaos as Doug ran towards the front of the school with Hanson hot on his heals.

"Get out of my way!" Doug shouted as he tried to shove past the scores of kids pushing and shoving to get out of the building.

"Doug!" Hanson shouted as he reached out to grasp the officer by the arm only to have Penhall pull his arm away and continue to push kids out of his way.

"Move… please…" Doug was panic stricken as he continued to push and shove only to trip and fall over a young girl who had collapsed on the sidewalk. People were stepping around her and over her as they fled the building in fear.

"Doug!" Hanson shouted helping the officer up. The two men then slid over to the girl. Her face was covered in a white dust, a large gash in her forehead indicated that she had been hit in the head by something. She was trying to cover her face when Doug had nearly stepped on her and tripped himself up getting past her.

"You okay?" Hanson asked the girl whose eyes were starting to glaze over. She was beginning to convulse as she grasped her throat with her hands.

"GOD, Fuller… we need an ambulance now!" Doug shouted.

Doug licked his lips as he looked up at the sea of faces spilling out of the building. He was shocked and terrified. They were hurt and not hurt, bleeding, and not bleeding. Some were leaning on others while others wondered slowly, lost out of the doors wrapping their arms around themselves in shock.

Fuller and Hoffs were there quickly.

"We have to get control of this crowd before this happens again." Hoffs stated loudly.

Fuller nodded his head as he watched the blank expressions of the students and teachers. He could here the voices of people coming out of their houses behind them.

"Cap'n…"

Fuller shook his head. "You can't go in there, Doug. It's not safe."

"It was an earthquake, Sir. They are saying a 5.0." One of the drug officers stated as they leaned over to help with the now unconscious girl.

"She's breathing… I think she just passed out from shock." Burke stated calmly checking the unconscious girls pulse.

"Andrews, McCulla, Hughes, you three find someone in charge and let's get a roll call and see how many students are missing. Hoffs, get a call into Jump Street, make sure everyone there is in one piece and out of the building. That includes Sal! While you're at it track down Booker and Ioki and make sure their alright. They were at South Central today. Thomas, Burke, Mallow, triage as best you can until we can get medial units here. We have to get this under control. Penhall, and Hanson, with me, we're gonna track down Joey and Flea."

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Joey coughed loudly. A flash of white light and dreadful pain ignited in his left shoulder. He bit his lip tasting blood in his mouth.

"Oh… shit. Flea…" Joey called out.

Joey ran his free right hand over his face. He could feel every cut and bruise that the falling plaster had left on his face. He coughed again. It burned badly each time he tried to suck a breath in or push one out. His hand fell onto the hefty wooden beam where it lay heavily atop his chest. He pushed at the currently immoveable object. He grunted loudly as he tried to thrust it off of himself. All he did was create more traumas for himself as thousands of tiny white lights started to explode in his head and he started to black out again. He closed his eyes and submitted to the darkness once again.

"Joe-Joe… Joe… come one… are you with me?"

A hand was slapping the officer on the right cheek. It hurt as he was hitting a bruise that hadn't surfaced on his the top of his skin yet and the smallest movement only aggravated his body beneath the crushing weight of the object across his chest.

"Stop…" Joey stated in a soft gravely voice.

"Joe-Joe… you're alive." Flea stated loudly.

"Yeah, but you won't be if you hit my face one more time." Joey threatened.

"Hey, Joey, I got you something to drink. I think you might need a drink or something." Flea stated. His voice was filled with this concern Joey hadn't thought he would hear from a boy of his caliber. Flea was a druggie. He was a pusher. He sold drugs to kids, a real slime ball. Why was he helping him?

"What is it?" Joey asked softly trying to lift his head and look at what was in Flea's hand. He needed a drink, something to push the irritating dust from his throat.

"Coke." Flea held the bottle up with a grin

Joey would have laughed if he wasn't sandwiched between what felt like a five thousand pound oak beam and a solid concrete floor.

How ironic that he was busting the kid for selling "coke" and the kid was offering him a sip of "Coke".

"Alright..." Joey accepted the offer for the fluid. Water would have been better, but he wasn't about to become choosey.

Flea reached his hand under Joey's neck and lifted his head up. The slight movement elicited a gut wrenching groan from Joey. He screwed his face up and clamped his teeth tightly closed. He soon opened his mouth but it wasn't for a drink as he felt something jabbing him in the ribs on his left side.

"Oh GOD…"

Flea swiftly lowered Joey's head back onto the floor. The officer was near tears as the pain was now a burning and throbbing ache to him.

"You okay?" Flea stated

"Oh… shit!" Joey whimpered

"What happened?" Flea asked shaking. He looked nervously down at Joey. "I didn't lean on the wood did I?"

"No…" Joey huffed breathlessly. "…think I-just busted-a rib."

Flea glanced down at where the timber lay smashing this other kid into the ground. He licked his lips nervously looking back at his face. A grim look crossed Flea's face as he had never been so close to something like this. He had seen dead people and dying people before. He just never let himself think about the pain they were in, or how scared they actually were. It bothered him to know there wasn't more he could do since they were trapped in the small space.

"Here drink something." Flea put the bottle against Joey's cheek and gently poured a small amount of it into his mouth.

The brown carbonated liquid slipped over his lips and bubbled all the way down the back of his throat. Joey marveled at how good it felt to him. The only problem how difficult it was to swallow under the pressure on his chest. Joey clamped his eyes closed as the pain in his chest, shoulder, and abdomen became more as he finally did get the liquid down.

"Does it hurt?" Flea asked.

Joey blinked his eyes; they were full of dust and dirt from all of the contaminants in the air. He thought for sure that Flea had just asked him if the massive weight on his chest hurt, but maybe he was wrong. How much of this shit has this kid ingested?

"Yeah." Joey offered a short answer. Sarcasm was just too difficult at the moment.

Flea curled up against the timber. He screwed the cap back on the top of the bottle before setting it on the ground by Joey. The daylight was cutting into the fire escape reflecting off of the minute surface of he dust and dirt. The single dust and dirt particles almost danced in the air around them. Joey turned his head slightly to look at the frightened kid trapped with him. His dark hair was covered in a white film. He looked like he was perhaps forty years older than he truly was. His face was an ashen color from the same debris that covered them both. Joey noted the creases at the corners of his eyes and the area around his mouth where the film was worn off from his expressive eyes and jaws. His lips were bright red where he had taken a drink from the bottle. There was a trail of blood leaking from his left temple and his right forearm.

"You… okay?" Joey asked quietly.

"Yeah." Flea answered.

It was the calmest Joey could remember Flea being. He was normally moving around like a hopped up fool.

"You hurt anywhere." Joey prodded again.

"No." Flea responded looking at the bottle of Coca Cola next to Joey.

"You high?" Joey asked.

"Nah, man, I… I lost your bag. It's under a pile over there." He sighed.

Joey again felt the urge to laugh but the muscles associated with laughing would only lead to more pain in his chest, shoulder and torso. He found it comical that the evidence they had worked so long and hard for was now at the bottom of a rubble pile. Besides he had tried to pocket the stuff when the ceiling had started to come down.

Joey gritted his teeth together as something else felt as if it were gonna snap in his body. He groaned loudly. It was so hard to take a deep breath in. He ran his free hand shakily along the surface of the wood. He reached as far underneath it as he could and grunted as he tried to push it up again.

"Stop… Joe-Joe… stop…" the words got distant.

Joey's eyes started to fog over again. He could see the filthy faced young man hovering overtop of him. He could see his lips moving but his ears were ringing too loudly to make out what he was saying. Joey just wanted so badly to get the large mass of lumber off of his chest so that he could take in a real breath and not feel the sense of panic rising steadily in him.

"…please Joey…" Flea was running the sweating coke bottle across his face.

"Feels-like the whole place-is closing in-on me." Joey stuttered pushing Flea and his bottle away. "I can't-hardly breathe."

"Hey… just calm down…" Flea dropped the bottle and grasped Joey's hand. He held it tightly in his own. He looked up at the ceiling and then at where the fire escape had collapsed in on itself. He looked at what was left of the door he had always used to get into the area. There was nothing but broken timbers and stone where the ceiling caved in on them. He swallowed back his own tears as he thought about his foolishness, how he had spent the first and what could be the last seventeen years of his life. He felt the tears pricking at his eyes while thinking to himself; I wonder if this is how I'm gonna die?