“Wow that was fun!!” Parker squealed. I can’t help but smile.
“It was fun, wasn’t it?”
“YES!!! OMG THOSE DANCERS WERE AWESOME, AND THE FOOD WAS SO GOOD!!!!” I smile again, this time, even wider. All was well between us. During dinner I got Parker to talk sense and now everything was as normal as it could be right now.
“I liked the girl with the pink bow the best, did you see her twirl?”
“Nuh uh, it was that girl in the blue tutu that was number one!! She could jump so high!!”
“She can jump, but she can’t twirl!!”
“Why would she want to get dizzy, in fact, why would ANY one want to get dizzy?”
The conversation went on forever. It was well past 10 before we went to sleep. Damn, those were good times, good times.
It was around 12 when I noticed it. A hissing sound was in my ear, and an acrid smell was above my nose. I opened my eyes. In front of me was a terrible sight.
A fiery dancing haze, burning bright, was right in front of me. Wood collapsed over the smoke, causing even more mayhem. I couldn’t hear anything but the dry hissing sound of smoking wood. It was calming and scary. I couldn’t bear to hear any screams of pain, but if I couldn’t hear anyone, it meant that they were most likely all dead. Dead. How can a simple word mean so much? It was terrifying, scary even, about how many people tonight would open their eyes and see that they were in heaven.
If you don’t hurry you’re going to join them……
I heard a voice say. You know those annoying, small, teeny tiny voices you hear in the back of your head when you feel guilty or something? Well, I was hearing it now. Loud and clear. And for once, I was glad it was there. If I didn’t get out soon, I’m going to die. Scary as that thought was, it was true.
HISS!! CRACKLE!! Jumping, I looked down. My blanket had caught on fire. It was now or never. If I didn’t get out now, I was dead. Making a fantastic and yet stupid leap off my bed, I landed on a broken piece of wood. Miraculously no splinters, but I could feel a really bad bruise coming. Damn.
It was a matter of life or death now. I don’t know if fire has ears or something, but now it seems like it was coming straight after me. Grabbing my staff, I channeled all the magic I could muster and pushed the flames back. The white magic created a barricade of Holy matter, but I knew it wouldn’t last.
CRACK CRACK!!! BOOM!! Shatters of glasslike matter rained all over me. The fire kept pursuing me.
BOOM!! My dress was now on fire. Patting the flames away with my hand, I looked at the inferno in desperation. This….this fire. It was abnormal. The heat was too high, the way it chased me was strange, and the way it acted on and grew bigger without any source of oil/wood was so weird. The orange and red haze danced around my room and for a second, I thought I saw something. Fangs? Scales? What was that. I never got close enough to find out, and too this day, I’m still not sure what it was.
Shards of glass sparkled all around me. I was falling, falling. I didn’t know why I was falling, or who had pushed me, only that I was going to die If I hit the surface. Scratch that, I was going to die anyway. My final thought before I hit ground was that Parker was still not out of the building.