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In a Raging Fire in a Shopping Center
The fire blazed up again next to Barrett
and he found himself using a wing as a shield against the intense heat,
blinking from the smoke in his eyes. He'd gotten slightly turned around,
the density of the smoke making it hard to tell which way the front
windows were.
Goddamn it! I think it's this way...
He got far enough away from the flames to
think properly, and tried to feel out where everybody was located. Brian
was in front of him, Mike was on the other side of the room, and the two
people were near Brian...
There. Got it.
Skirting the fire by pressing himself
against the wall, basically following Brian's path, he eventually made
it over to the back corner where the bathrooms were. Mike arrived at the
same time, having been slowed by going up the dumb waiter shaft. Brian
had his hand on the door handle of the men's room. But they knew what he
was going to say, even as he opened his mouth to speak.
"The guy's in a bad way, the woman's
doing all right but scared," said Mike. All Brian could do was nod, eyes
widening. Barrett looked between them. "How do you know what condition
they're in, Bri?"
"How... how the hell did you know what I
was going to say?" Brian replied. Mike only shrugged and nodded at the
door. Brian blinked, then realized he was the one holding the handle,
and opened it.
"What was that?" squealed a woman's voice
as the door opened, letting even more smoke in. The windows were too
small and high up for them to escape, but had been propped open, the
woman thinking that she was letting fresh air in, but in reality it was
pulling just as much smoke under the door and into the bathroom as it
was letting fresh air in. The man was badly burned and trembling,
semi-conscious, in shock, and couldn't have possibly made it out of the
second-story window anyway.
Michael was through the door first,
realizing that they were fully visible again based on the woman's
terrified screams. Muscular body coated in smoke and ash, with dark
clothing and black wings, he appeared the perfect image of the angel of
death. He put his hands up and tried to calm her.
"Hannah... it's all right. We'll get you
both out of here," he said in a gentle voice, as gentle as possible over
the roar of the chaos just outside the walls. His brothers followed, and
all the woman could do was stare and whimper at them, sure she was
hallucinating and about to die. She couldn't even bring herself to ask
how he knew her name.
Brian approached slowly with a little
smile, then knelt next to the injured man. He gently laid his hands on
the shaking figure, which almost immediately began to calm, the burns
starting to disappear. Barrett shivered, watching for a moment and
feeling a bit of the energy his brother was working with, then cleared
his head and looked for a way to get them out.
"I don't like that noise," said Mike.
Barrett was focused on the windows and ignored him. "Hey," said Mike,
elbowing his older brother, " I think the wall..."
The wall separating them from the fire
suddenly lurched inward several feet with a sickening groaning crunch.
Brian's eyes widened in alarm, and he took the man he'd just healed in
his arms.
"We have to get them out of..."
But before he could finish, everything
started to go. Mike wrapped himself around Hannah protectively, wings as
a shield, and hoped it would be enough, then the wall and the section of
ceiling it was helping to hold up finally gave way.
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