Post by silent.lullaby on Jul 9, 2009 18:31:29 GMT -5
Boot Camp For Terribly Twisted Teens [Chapter 30] Burns and Boats
I felt my head lift from the ground, I felt my body being shaken. I opened my weary eyes and seen Daniel. “Come on Clary, you have to get up.”
“I can’t,” I replied weakly.
“You have to!” Daniel argued, he tried lifting me, but as a spirit he couldn’t. Angry spirits seemed to be the only ones that could do damage or interact on a highly physical level with the living. The good guys got jipped.
“Danny,” I whispered softly. I could feel my skin heat blistered and bubbling burns. I looked down and wished I hadn’t. While I had been unconscious my leg must have caught fire, my pants in some places had burnt right away, and in other seemed to have melted with my skin. I was thankful for how light headed the smoke was making me, I could hardly feel it.
“Come on!” Daniel raised his voice, “don’t give up!”
Something felt weird, and in a sloppy movement I touched my face, even it had been burnt. Somehow Daniel must have put me out when I caught fire. “Danny, go,” I said weakly. He shouldn’t have to bare witness to my death.
“I’m not leaving you,” Daniel replied, and even though he was partially see through, even to me, I could tell his eyes were glossy and he was trying not to cry.
Part of me was thankful that he was staying with me, I would burn, but he would be safe, and with me in my final moments. “You have to find someone else...” I coughed, the smoke clogging my lungs, “get them to find a way to put you back in your body.”
“Claire,” Daniel whispered meekly, it seemed he too had accepted my fate.
The fire started to change shape, and then the fire dissipated to nothing. “Clare?” Nick knelt down opposite to my brother. “I’m going to get the fire away from the door, when you see a clear path you need to run out, I can’t hold back a fire like this for long okay?”
“I... I can’t,” I whispered, the only reason my head was off the ground was because Daniel was holding it up.
“You have to!” Nick responded.
Daniel ended up tugging me up, my last amount of willpower kept me on wobbly feet. I had a feeling I might just end up falling into the fire even with a clear path. Daniel kept me steady, and when Nick controlled the fire enough I pushed forward using momentum to keep me going and falling to the gravel once outside, Daniel was gone, I assume he used his last bit of energy hauling me to my feet.
I breathed in and out, my chest heaving on the ground. The burns were screaming, stinging, my throat and lungs ached, dry and scratched, clogged with smoke and ash I coughed trying to rid it.
My eyes closed and my mind shut itself down. My body needed rest, and I couldn’t fight it any longer.
***
“We have to get her out!” Leon shouted trying to get back into the blaze but the strong man, Thayne, was holding him back. “We have to get her out!”
“Is she even still alive?” Scott asked quietly looking at Rick.
Rick looked a little green in the face, “I wouldn’t say for much longer, but yes.”
“Let me go!” Leon was shouting, Thayne was keeping his eyes closed and holding Leon back with little effort.
“You’re sure she is still alive?” Nick asked.
“Yes right now, she’s talking, I guess to a ghost.”
“Daniel?” Scott whispered.
“Sounds like,” Rick responded.
Nick turned on his heal and touched the fire and it engulfed him as he went into the burning building. “How does this end?” Scott asked.
“Depends on what everyone decides,” Rick responded.
They all waited silently with the exception of Leon who was still screaming and struggling.
Seconds gave way to minutes and when they were starting to think that the fire might have been to much for Nick, Claire runs out of the building and collapses to the ground, heaving and coughing.
“Oh my god!” J.C squeals covering her mouth.
“She’s alive,” Rick said in amazement.
Thayne hearing the statement opened one of his eyes peering over to Claire’s body still breathing, but obviously with difficulty. He let go of Leon who ran full speed over to her and flipped her over carefully.
Nick immerged from the flame and when the flames died down he was completely naked, his clothing burnt away. Hiro tossed Nick’s bag to him and Nick got dressed quickly in his second set of clothing. “Get her into the Enclave, the fire truck and police will be here soon,” Nick said throwing his bag back into the large vehicle. “Where are the twins?”
It was the first time anyone realised they were gone. No one complained. Instead they got to work, everyone packing into the vehicle, Thayne picked up Claire carefully and carried her to the car. Leon and Thayne sat on either side of her. She was unconscious, burns and heat blisters covered her left arm, and her right calf was also burnt, her pants look like they had kind of melted to her skin. The left side of her face was also burnt, her hair in some places looked like if you touched it, it would fall to ashes.
They drove out in a hurry leaving a cloud of dust behind them on the dirt road. “How is she?” Nick asked looking back.
“Still breathing, but with difficulty, the burns are bad,” Thayne said quietly, but in the silence everyone could hear what he was saying.
“She needs a hospital,” J.C insisted.
“They’ll send her back to Kennedy,” Rick argued.
“Are you sure?” J.C bit back, “what happens if we don’t?”
“She’ll live,” Rick said.
“For now,” Hawkeye muttered, “your visions give immediate futures. By the time you realize she needs help, it will be to late to get it.”
“Anyone have a doctor relative?” Nick asked.
“They all think we are trouble too,” Hiro said, “I doubt they would help, and they’d probably get us sent back to Kennedy anyways.
“We have to go to the authorities eventually,” Scott said, “they have to believe us! There are too many accounts, we could show them our powers.”
“And be hauled of to another lab?” Rick asked.
“Or an asylum,” Nick whispered.
“I’m not crazy,” Claire whispered.
Everyone looked, including Nick who was driving though he quickly reverted his eyes to the road, “she use to talk in her sleep, some times walk too.”
“Well whatever we said seems to have upset her,” Leon spoke softly as he rubbed her shoulder, and she seemed to calm down again. It had looked like she was having a nightmare.
“Her mom is in an asylum,” Nick replied, “didn’t she ever tell you?”
“No.”
“Her mother started talking about spirits, about how they were in her home, she was always trying to get rid of them. Like Claire though, she couldn’t control it... if she could see them. Everyone doubted her, said she was having a psychotic break. Said she was crazy. Eventually, her mother ended up with a knife in her hand, trying to stab someone that wasn’t there. When Mr. Keeds witnessed it he couldn’t deny her help any longer.” Nick continued, “Mr. Keeds has never been a believer of anything out of the ordinary. I suspect Claire has been terrified she’s going to end up in the same position as her mother. Probably would have if she wasn’t sent to Kennedy.”
Leon looked over at her burnt face, she was so beautiful yet the scaring burn was all he could see. “Where are we going anyway?”
“Somewhere safe,” Nick replied.
“Care to explain where that is?” Hawkeye asked.
“A cabin,” Rick whispered, “we’re almost there.”
Nick turned off the dirt road to a even smaller dirt road, it was lined with trees, some with needles, the others bare. The ground was frozen, but snow had yet to fall there. “My grandfather built this place,” Nick said breaking the silence.
“It looks shitty,” Scott assessed.
“Thank goodness you aren’t rude or anything,” J.C muttered.
They all started to clamber out, Thayne unbuckled Claire and carefully lifted her from the seat, she didn’t stir. “It’s small.”
“It’s bigger than it looks,” Nick pointed out, “all the junk that took up space was put in that shed,” he said pointing to the shed near the waters. In the water was a dock, the water around it had yet to freeze. Two boats were pulled into it. One that looked awfully familiar to Nick, but the other didn’t look familiar at all. It looked to expensive. “Get back in the car!”
“What?”
“That boat isn’t ours, get back in the car!”
I felt my head lift from the ground, I felt my body being shaken. I opened my weary eyes and seen Daniel. “Come on Clary, you have to get up.”
“I can’t,” I replied weakly.
“You have to!” Daniel argued, he tried lifting me, but as a spirit he couldn’t. Angry spirits seemed to be the only ones that could do damage or interact on a highly physical level with the living. The good guys got jipped.
“Danny,” I whispered softly. I could feel my skin heat blistered and bubbling burns. I looked down and wished I hadn’t. While I had been unconscious my leg must have caught fire, my pants in some places had burnt right away, and in other seemed to have melted with my skin. I was thankful for how light headed the smoke was making me, I could hardly feel it.
“Come on!” Daniel raised his voice, “don’t give up!”
Something felt weird, and in a sloppy movement I touched my face, even it had been burnt. Somehow Daniel must have put me out when I caught fire. “Danny, go,” I said weakly. He shouldn’t have to bare witness to my death.
“I’m not leaving you,” Daniel replied, and even though he was partially see through, even to me, I could tell his eyes were glossy and he was trying not to cry.
Part of me was thankful that he was staying with me, I would burn, but he would be safe, and with me in my final moments. “You have to find someone else...” I coughed, the smoke clogging my lungs, “get them to find a way to put you back in your body.”
“Claire,” Daniel whispered meekly, it seemed he too had accepted my fate.
The fire started to change shape, and then the fire dissipated to nothing. “Clare?” Nick knelt down opposite to my brother. “I’m going to get the fire away from the door, when you see a clear path you need to run out, I can’t hold back a fire like this for long okay?”
“I... I can’t,” I whispered, the only reason my head was off the ground was because Daniel was holding it up.
“You have to!” Nick responded.
Daniel ended up tugging me up, my last amount of willpower kept me on wobbly feet. I had a feeling I might just end up falling into the fire even with a clear path. Daniel kept me steady, and when Nick controlled the fire enough I pushed forward using momentum to keep me going and falling to the gravel once outside, Daniel was gone, I assume he used his last bit of energy hauling me to my feet.
I breathed in and out, my chest heaving on the ground. The burns were screaming, stinging, my throat and lungs ached, dry and scratched, clogged with smoke and ash I coughed trying to rid it.
My eyes closed and my mind shut itself down. My body needed rest, and I couldn’t fight it any longer.
***
“We have to get her out!” Leon shouted trying to get back into the blaze but the strong man, Thayne, was holding him back. “We have to get her out!”
“Is she even still alive?” Scott asked quietly looking at Rick.
Rick looked a little green in the face, “I wouldn’t say for much longer, but yes.”
“Let me go!” Leon was shouting, Thayne was keeping his eyes closed and holding Leon back with little effort.
“You’re sure she is still alive?” Nick asked.
“Yes right now, she’s talking, I guess to a ghost.”
“Daniel?” Scott whispered.
“Sounds like,” Rick responded.
Nick turned on his heal and touched the fire and it engulfed him as he went into the burning building. “How does this end?” Scott asked.
“Depends on what everyone decides,” Rick responded.
They all waited silently with the exception of Leon who was still screaming and struggling.
Seconds gave way to minutes and when they were starting to think that the fire might have been to much for Nick, Claire runs out of the building and collapses to the ground, heaving and coughing.
“Oh my god!” J.C squeals covering her mouth.
“She’s alive,” Rick said in amazement.
Thayne hearing the statement opened one of his eyes peering over to Claire’s body still breathing, but obviously with difficulty. He let go of Leon who ran full speed over to her and flipped her over carefully.
Nick immerged from the flame and when the flames died down he was completely naked, his clothing burnt away. Hiro tossed Nick’s bag to him and Nick got dressed quickly in his second set of clothing. “Get her into the Enclave, the fire truck and police will be here soon,” Nick said throwing his bag back into the large vehicle. “Where are the twins?”
It was the first time anyone realised they were gone. No one complained. Instead they got to work, everyone packing into the vehicle, Thayne picked up Claire carefully and carried her to the car. Leon and Thayne sat on either side of her. She was unconscious, burns and heat blisters covered her left arm, and her right calf was also burnt, her pants look like they had kind of melted to her skin. The left side of her face was also burnt, her hair in some places looked like if you touched it, it would fall to ashes.
They drove out in a hurry leaving a cloud of dust behind them on the dirt road. “How is she?” Nick asked looking back.
“Still breathing, but with difficulty, the burns are bad,” Thayne said quietly, but in the silence everyone could hear what he was saying.
“She needs a hospital,” J.C insisted.
“They’ll send her back to Kennedy,” Rick argued.
“Are you sure?” J.C bit back, “what happens if we don’t?”
“She’ll live,” Rick said.
“For now,” Hawkeye muttered, “your visions give immediate futures. By the time you realize she needs help, it will be to late to get it.”
“Anyone have a doctor relative?” Nick asked.
“They all think we are trouble too,” Hiro said, “I doubt they would help, and they’d probably get us sent back to Kennedy anyways.
“We have to go to the authorities eventually,” Scott said, “they have to believe us! There are too many accounts, we could show them our powers.”
“And be hauled of to another lab?” Rick asked.
“Or an asylum,” Nick whispered.
“I’m not crazy,” Claire whispered.
Everyone looked, including Nick who was driving though he quickly reverted his eyes to the road, “she use to talk in her sleep, some times walk too.”
“Well whatever we said seems to have upset her,” Leon spoke softly as he rubbed her shoulder, and she seemed to calm down again. It had looked like she was having a nightmare.
“Her mom is in an asylum,” Nick replied, “didn’t she ever tell you?”
“No.”
“Her mother started talking about spirits, about how they were in her home, she was always trying to get rid of them. Like Claire though, she couldn’t control it... if she could see them. Everyone doubted her, said she was having a psychotic break. Said she was crazy. Eventually, her mother ended up with a knife in her hand, trying to stab someone that wasn’t there. When Mr. Keeds witnessed it he couldn’t deny her help any longer.” Nick continued, “Mr. Keeds has never been a believer of anything out of the ordinary. I suspect Claire has been terrified she’s going to end up in the same position as her mother. Probably would have if she wasn’t sent to Kennedy.”
Leon looked over at her burnt face, she was so beautiful yet the scaring burn was all he could see. “Where are we going anyway?”
“Somewhere safe,” Nick replied.
“Care to explain where that is?” Hawkeye asked.
“A cabin,” Rick whispered, “we’re almost there.”
Nick turned off the dirt road to a even smaller dirt road, it was lined with trees, some with needles, the others bare. The ground was frozen, but snow had yet to fall there. “My grandfather built this place,” Nick said breaking the silence.
“It looks shitty,” Scott assessed.
“Thank goodness you aren’t rude or anything,” J.C muttered.
They all started to clamber out, Thayne unbuckled Claire and carefully lifted her from the seat, she didn’t stir. “It’s small.”
“It’s bigger than it looks,” Nick pointed out, “all the junk that took up space was put in that shed,” he said pointing to the shed near the waters. In the water was a dock, the water around it had yet to freeze. Two boats were pulled into it. One that looked awfully familiar to Nick, but the other didn’t look familiar at all. It looked to expensive. “Get back in the car!”
“What?”
“That boat isn’t ours, get back in the car!”