There was a orange essence around the door frame, and it was getting extremely hot. There was roaring sound, slowly creeping closer. Blue crawled to the door and froze in terror. She could feel the heat of the flames before she saw the fire. There was a raging inferno at the end of the H block. Nothing could be heard. Silence. Except for the crackle and roar of the fire. Everyone else is probably out already, or at least they hoped they were.
"Fuck." Franky muttered appearing behind Blue. Franky was trying to stay strong for Blue, but there wasn't time for reassurance now. It was get out quickly or burn alive.
"We need to get out." Blue said, trying to form a plan of action in her head. That's when it dawned on her, that fire was the only way out.
"That's our only way out." Franky muttered, realising the exact same thing.
Franky looked at Blue, silently pleading for her to be wrong. But they both knew they were right.
They each grabbed a bed sheet and wrapped themselves up in them, at least they would offer us a little protection. Prison bed sheets were not supposed to be flammable, and the girls had certainly had a job torching them in the riots a couple of months back. Blue took Franky's hand and she held on tight. If they were going to die, they were going to die together.
They took one last breath and ran for it. The heat of the fire was over whelming and Blue could see the flames licking up her and Franky's bed sheets. They ran like hell, one foot in front of the other. It felt like an age, but finally daylight was in sight, but Blue's lungs were on the verge of giving up. She couldn't go on.
Blue felt Franky stop, and then she lost her grip on Franky's hand. For that spilt second Blue completely freaked out. Then through the smoke, she could just about make out what was going on. She saw Bea on the floor, and she had hold of Franky's ankle.
There was a ceiling beam laying across Bea, she was well and truly stuck. She wasn't getting out of that alive on her own.
"Please" Bea begged.
"Help me" She pleaded again.
Blue knew there was no way she would make it out on her own, and she knew Franky was a cruel bitch, especially towards Bea, but both sisters knew no one deserved to die like this, even if it was Bea Smith.
Franky and Blue looked at each other and each grabbed an end of the beam. Somehow they managed to move it. They pulled Bea up to her feet, and that's when Blue went down. She couldn't move, she thought her lungs had exploded. Blue felt 2 arms scoop her off the floor and carry her. She was laid like a baby across her arms, Blue's head tucked into her neck, protected by a fierce mane of red fizzy hair. Blue put her arms around her neck and clung to her, she knew Bea was her lifeline right now.
The three of them just about made it out before there was another explosion, knocking them to the ground. They were unharmed, but none of them particularly wanted to move off the floor. They lay there on the ground, in a state of shock, looking up at the night sky, dark but slightly orange at the bottom. Somehow Blue's hand found Franky's.
Blue doesn't remember what happened after that.
They are now sat on the grass outside, watching Wentworth Correctional Facility burn to the ground. Blue never thought she would see the day that Franky, Boomer, Sky, Doreen, Bea, Maxine & her sat together without dispute, but there they are.
Blue doesn't have much strength, if any at all. Franky's sat with her arms around her from behind, and Blue's in her lap. Safe. She's got her in a protective hold, and Blue's slowly beginning to relax. She can't talk yet, she can't really even hold herself up. Blue can feel Franky gently running her fingers up and down the outside of her arms and thighs, Blue think she's trying to relax herself, and well as comforting her. They're all sat on the embankment overlooking the prison, watching it and whoevers left in it roast alive.
Mr Jackson is in front of Blue trying to get her to drink something, but she can't. Franky hit his hand away and took the bottle of water from him, she had some of it herself, and then gently shuffled Blue around so she's now sat sideways on her lap, Blue's head rests in the creak of her neck. She holds the bottle in front of Blue's mouth, and after a second she clamps her teeth around it. Franky tips it slightly and Blue manages a couple of mouthfuls before she starts spluttering. Franky rubs her back until she stops, then she repeats the process again but Blue only manages a single mouthful before she starts spluttering again.
Blue turns to Franky and leans her forehead against her sisters, not having the strength to hold herself up. Blue can see the tear streaks down her sisters face, she can't tell if it's from the smoke or because of her, but either way Blue's heart shatters. She used what's left of her strength to curl into Franky, wrap her arms around her and squeeze her tightly.
"Sssh." Blue whispered, stroking her fingers under Franky's eyes to wipe away the tears.
"I've got you." Blue added.
"No, you haven't." Franky replied. Blue doesn't know how to respond to this. She can't, she doesn't have anything to say...
"I've got you, and I'm never letting you go. Don't ever scare me like that again." Franky finishes. This she can't respond to either, so after another spluttering attack, Blue relaxes into Franky and let herself be the one in need for the first time today and let Franky mother over her comfortably..
They are now sat watching the rest of Wentworth burn down, the fire crews are now on site, but they're not going to do much good, they came too late, All the inmates have lost everything. But they didn't have much, they're prisoners at the end of the day.
Blue's alive, Franky's alive, the entire of H block is alive, no one knows about anyone else, although there does appear to be people missing, staff included.
Maybe some things will change around here now, but then again, maybe not...