Summer's P.O.V.
I coughed numerous times as the smoke packed my lungs. The whole house was like an inferno, and each second I was in there, was a second against time for that girls life.
"Hey-Hey where are you?" I cried out.
As I listened for a reply, I stampeded through the house. A sound, a reply, any clue to where she was is all I needed to get her out.
"Help! Momma! Momma!"
Those words flashed in my head like a siren. I stormed through the hall still chocking on my own air. When the girl saw me, she instantly ruptured in tears. At first I thought she was afraid, but the moment I was there, she ran into my arms. A bit surprised at first, I stood there but the sudden crash of wood that was burning down sent me into survival mode.
Picking her up quickly against my waist, I turned on my heel and darted to where I had entered.
"Darn it!" I snapped as a piece of the ceiling came down.
Backing up, I looked for another solution out. Looking over, I groaned shifting the girl protectively preparing myself for the jump.
"…That will have to do…"
Trent's P.O.V.
I shifted my feet impatiently. The fire has increased and there is still no sign of Summer.
"Please…oh please God…help her…" the mother was praying loudly, still watching the flames overwhelm the home.
I frowned and looked at her. I placed my hand on her shoulder reassuringly, and looked back towards the door. Seconds past…then minutes…it felt like hours, and there was still no sign of them.
"No! No!" the woman cried, as the house began to fall in heaps of ashes.
"NO! My baby! My baby!" the woman tried to run forward, but I restricted her back by holding her firmly.
She cried in my shoulder, as the house burned to the ground. Over come with emotions, I started crying.
"She didn't make it…She didn't make it." I whispered.
Everyone was still. The only sound was the burning of the flames, and the poor distressed mother's cries. I rocked the woman comfortingly. What more could one do? I closed my eyes…
"How could it have gone like this…" I whispered.
One of the fire officers walked over to us, taking his helmet off in regards.
"Mam...the survival of your little girl was futile. I am terribly sorry...if there is anything we can do..." he slowled his words as she began to cry harder.
I looked over to the burning ashes and looked back to the officer who was now calling the men back to get more water on the fire.
"T-Trent…" My eyes flashed open.
The mother and I spun around to see Summer holding the little girl. Both were covered in ashes and smoke.
"She…is alright…" she gasped, as she stepped closer to us.
Looking up I saw she had busted through the near by window, which was now only a shatter remains of the house above it, as more fell to the surface.
"Oh my! Sarah! Sarah! Your going to be just fine sweetie!" The mother grabbed the child with joy and ran to one of the officers, not even acknowledging the foreign hedgehogs presence..
"Hey! We got her! Bring the paramedics over!" the man cried with delight.
The police and everyone came over, crowding the young child, rushing her to the ambulance.
I was so distracted that I forgot about Summer who had got her here in the first place! Turning around, the hedgehog was laying on her side. I knelt down at first, a little scared. Then my instincts kicked in.
"Oh man! Hey!" I yelled.
"Hey! We need help! Please!" I begged.
One of the paramedics ran over and looked at her with shock. He quickly raised her up, and grabbed an air mask.
"Hey, can you hear me?" He stifled behind his mask.
As he was lowering her, I brushed her quills behind her, which were covered in black residue. Summer was still unconscious and not answering.
"Is she alright? Is she going to be alright?" I asked timidly.
He nodded as he monitored her heart rate.
"She just needs some oxygen, she passed out from the lack of it." I smiled in complete relief.
Her eyes began to open, and she lightly lifted her hand and placed it on the paramedic who was checking her pulse.
"The…g-girl…is she okay?" she whispered with a slight muffle.
He leaned down to hear her faint voice.
"She survived, thanks to you. She will be just fine." He said smiling.
She smiled and a moment later, fell unconscious from exhaustion.
Summer's P.O.V.
I felt myself in a warm atmosphere, among scents of cinnamon and perhaps ginger. I heard laughs, I heard prayer, I even heard someone declare my name. But I felt so feeble…why? I have battled countless times and have never taken a blow like this. Sheesh...My chest wouldn't stop throbbing, and the ache in my side kept reminding me what got me here in the first place. How much I longed to escape this all, just for a moment. To feel the wind beneath my feet again, and see my friends and…yes. Just as such...to every dream, there is a fantasist. Every dreamer, has to wake up sooner or later. So what was keeping me back?
I opened my eyes to have the daylight haze my vision for a mere second. Once my sight cleared, I was able to see I was in a large room with a TV, couch, chairs and tables.
"What…where am I?" I mumbled leaning up.
"Oh! Summer, your awake!"
Looking over, I saw a woman with dark blonde hair who was wearing a long white jacket. Brushing my quills down, I stared at her with curiosity. My clothes were still on, and I still was covered in black ash. I grimaced. She strolled over with a grin and sat on the sofa next to me.
"Hey Summer, how you feeling?"
I thought about that for a moment. I could barley remember everything that occurred the night before.
"I'm alright…"
I took an effort to stand up, but was pushed back down.
"Hang on! Your still recovering. Give your self a little more time to recuperate." She answered as she helped me on the sofa.
I frowned. The last place I wanted to be was stuck inside.
"Well then." I mumbled sitting down annoyed.
"Who are you?" I looked at her firmly.
"My name is Saline. Don't worry, your in good hands."
I still didn't trust her. I didn't like being in a place I wasn't familiar with…nor did I like being ordered to do something.
"Are you hungry?" My ears snapped up immediately.
She smiled at my reaction and walked over to a small fridge.
"Lets see we have fruit…vegetables…sandwiches-"
"MOM!"
I nearly jumped alarmed hearing the sudden scream.
"Sophie? What's wrong honey?"
"Sophie?..." I whispered.
A little girl came running in the room with a long blonde braid.
"Mommy! Turn on the news!"
Saline looked at her for a moment, and then walked over to the television.
"What's so important about the news?" she asked as Sophie began tugging on her jeans.
Turning around, I saw Trent had just walked in holding a large backpack.
"Its about Summer." Trent said sitting next to me.
'I am in their home…' I thought to myself.
We all looked at the TV.
"Breaking news! A fire on Seventh Street late last night left us all in terror! Not only did the fire destroy everything in its path, but young five year old Sarah Lucas was trapped in the home! Thinking they wouldn't be able to retrieve the girl, a golden furred hedgehog came to the rescue!"
A photo of me came next to the screen a second later.
"Amazing! This hedgehog went in with the risk of her own life for this girl, and she actually made it out alive!"
"Its true! I-I met her, she came in my shop the other day!" a bystander announced excitedly.
It was the man from the pastry store.
"Oh-ho-ho, Mr. I'm to good for rats, I met her! Oh blah! Why don't you just..." I stopped as Trent and Sophie looked at me concerned.
I growled rolling my eyes. "Nothing."
"This is truly a miracle! But the question still leaves us hanging, 'Who is this hedgehog?' Where did she come from? This is First Alert News, coming to you."
We were all silent. No one said a word. Saline walked over to me and knelt down to my height.
"Don't worry about this sweetie…It will just take a little time for everyone to get used to you."
My face relaxed and I nodded. We were all quiet for a minute or two, unsure what to say. Sophie walked over and grinned at me with little giggles escaping her.
"I think you could use a bath!"
"Sophie!" her mother scolded.
I began laughing and patted Sophie gently.
"I think your right."
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