Post by Sammy Gerard-Henson on Dec 1, 2015 20:36:46 GMT
Well I've been holding on tonight...
Sammy could smell the fire before he saw it. He had been walking around where the police would not go, with Christopher, one of his friends. Christopher had a very posh name, unlike his life. He was the accidental child of a poor woman living somewhere in the disease-prone parts of the city. She had died of the Plague a few weeks back. In some ways, he was like Sammy- A problematic accident. They both had not had more then a month of education in their lives- Despite Sammy's family being of Middle Class. They simply could not be bothered to go to the dammed place. It was not as if they would both get very far in life- If the plague did not catch them, the murderers would. Something had been happening to the people in their part of the city- Dying in ways unheard of until they had happened. It had started with Sammy's mother. She had been found with two pierces in the side of her neck. None of the animals nearby were capable of it. A few people had lived- Chris being one. In all honesty, it made Sammy mad. Why did his mother live? She was innocent! Why her? Why her?!
In the middle of their conversation, as they walked onto Pudding Lane, the smell of smoke hit Sammy as if the heavens had crashed down, and Jesus Christ, it was vile! Somewhere down the street, one of the buildings exploded into flames. People were screaming as the flames caught onto another house, and another. "Chris! Where are you?" His friend had vanished, ran off somewhere! Why hadn't he taken Sammy with him? They had been friends for all of their 15 years, and he choose now to leave him, right when he was at a high risk of death?
The smoke was burning his throat, attacking his lungs and cutting off his air, and he was on his knees, coughing and choking as the smoke tried to kill him. The heat was unbearable, turning the skin on his arms red and painful. Stumbling forward in the blinding grey fog, the edges of his vision darkening as he looked for the River. The shouting that was once clear, cutting through the darkness, was now muffled, as though the fire in his lungs had spread to his ears. Still coughing, Sammy fell over nothing as his legs gave up, and his face met the filthy pavement.
In the middle of their conversation, as they walked onto Pudding Lane, the smell of smoke hit Sammy as if the heavens had crashed down, and Jesus Christ, it was vile! Somewhere down the street, one of the buildings exploded into flames. People were screaming as the flames caught onto another house, and another. "Chris! Where are you?" His friend had vanished, ran off somewhere! Why hadn't he taken Sammy with him? They had been friends for all of their 15 years, and he choose now to leave him, right when he was at a high risk of death?
The smoke was burning his throat, attacking his lungs and cutting off his air, and he was on his knees, coughing and choking as the smoke tried to kill him. The heat was unbearable, turning the skin on his arms red and painful. Stumbling forward in the blinding grey fog, the edges of his vision darkening as he looked for the River. The shouting that was once clear, cutting through the darkness, was now muffled, as though the fire in his lungs had spread to his ears. Still coughing, Sammy fell over nothing as his legs gave up, and his face met the filthy pavement.
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Somewhere from the darkness, someone calls. Where are you?
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He is met by the sound of water, somewhat fresh air like a heaven compared to the burning smoke he can dimly remember. "Sammy- Can you hear me?"
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And he can, and he can see again, see the city burning.
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Sammy looked up at the burning sky- Why was he moving? Sitting up slightly, with help from Chris. He was on a boat, and Chris was different. His front teeth had grown into sharp fangs- that looked just like something that could cause all of those deaths! "Chris? You okay buddy?" Stuttering- Why? He was so tired. Chris looked confused. "Nothing's wrong, Sam. You might be tired- Go splash your face with water" And before he can question it, Sammy was in the river. Lungs filling once again with something he could not breathe, the shock of betrayal adding to the shock of the icy water. Spluttering and coughing, his lungs trying to find the oxygen they so desperately craved. Sammy knew he was going to die, yet a flicker of hope in his brain came to life, and when he was only just alive, something takes him from the lake. A flicker of hope vanished. An agonised scream as something happened that he could not see- but dear god, Sammy could definitely feel the pain of his neck burning with agony. His breathing ended and his pulse slowed with every twitch that went through his body, even after death.