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Chapter 13

Davids cries could be heard a mile off, he gripped Max and Alfie tightly screaming his loved ones names, the tears that welled in his eyes began to sting and blind him along with the black smoke that oozed from the burning building before him "Carol! Bianca!" He wailed forcing his weight forwards breaking free from the hands that held him.

He manages to break free from their grips and bursts into the fire struck building "Caro!l" he calls pleadingly dropping to his hands and knees, spitting on a hanky he has in his pocket, and placing it over his mouth, keeping down low to try and avoid the smoke fumes he crawls towards the screams and please of 'help' he hears.

"Carol! Bianca!" He splutters glancing around, trying desperately to see a way through the thick smoke, fire danced all around him, the heat was unbearable, he felt like he had been dragged into the deep dark depths of hell, the image of satan dancing round flames somewhere in the atmosphere was compelling him to fight his way to victory, the victory of getting his loved ones out of this furness alive could be the last thing he ever did.

If he couldn't do it he would die trying.

"Carol! Bianca! Talk to me!" He wailed as a coughing fit set upon him "give me a fucking sign!" He continued through gasping for breath, his chest was becoming tight, sweat oozed from ever pore, his head was telling him to turn back, but his heart screamed out for him to find and save his wife to be and daughter that were trapped in here somewhere, their lives meant more than his.

"This is worse than a bastarding rabbit warren maze" he muttered to himself.

"Carol!" His cries were pleading, he could feel his lungs tighten, he could hear himself wheezing.

"David!" Came a voice from near by.

"Keep shouting my name!" he instructed, throwing the wet hanky away and moving faster across the floor, blood poured from his knees and hands, sweat trickled down from his forehead into his eyes helping the thick black smoke to blind him.

He could feel broken glass digging deep into his hands, with every move he let out a yelp of sheer agony, his eyes stung, his heart pounded, his breathing was becoming shallow, he gasped for breath

He followed the muffled sound of desperate screams, he could see an outline of two people huddled together in a corner "Carol!" He bellowed bolting to his feet, he had found her and Bianca, a wall of fire stood between them.

"Your going to have to jump over the flames" coughed David holding his chest.

"It will burn my tits off!" Cried Carol through tears.

"Your going to lose them anyway, now fucking jump!" Instructed David arms out stretched "come on!" He continued.

"No! Let me die!" Cried Carol clinging to Bianca "you don't want me now David I sent you packing" she sobbed.

"You really want to talk about this now?!" David takes in a sharp breath as his chest tightens "I don't care what you said, all I care about right now is what you do! Now jump!"

Bianca took control and shoved Carol forwards making her jump into Davids outstretched arms, catching her sent him slightly off balance but he managed to keep his footing "Bianca sweetheart, your turn" spluttered David, blood starting to come up as he coughed.

Bianca didn't hesitate, she took a leap for her dads arms, he promptly caught her and got her steady, the pain in his chest got worse, as he turned he saw nothing but fire and smoke "get on the ground" he crocked pulling them down with him.

BANG!

An explosion from somewhere across the room startles them, throwing them violently to the glass filled burning floor, the noise deafened them, all David knew now was that he some how had to get them out, he felt sick, dizzy, his vision blurred, his heart about to give up, he grabbed Carol and placed her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.

Taking Bianca's hand he bolts through the smoke and flames only using his sixth sense to guide him to the door, he pulls a struggling Bianca with all his might until he feels the sweeping breeze of fresh clean air.

He stumbles out not a second to soon as a mighty force sends him off his feet, soaring forwards, crashing down a few metres away, he releases his grip on his daughters hand, landing hard, managing to shield Carol's head from smashing off the hard concrete.

Moments later he realises he's being rolled onto a stretcher, an oxygen mask lying over his face, he's gasping for breath, he feels dreadfully sick, blood shoots out of his mouth making him cough violently, his chest ceases up into awful tightness, he feels his heart fluttering.

The last words he hears are ...

"He's's arresting, charge to 180"...

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