Page 2 of Rebirth Of Order
I went over Rosie’s attack with the officers investigating her death, and they all laughed in response. Voicing my memory wasn’t correct because I’d gone through a traumatic experience. Bullshit upon bullshit. And Detective Jacob wanted to extend his help by insisting that I was a suspect.
Fuck him up the ass with his own baton.
Heavy rain blankets my windshield, mixing with the golden sun rays, when a car further up comes barreling down the road. Theirtires screech as they swerve to avoid hitting a dark figure standing in the road. The vehicle flips and crashes into the forest at an alarming speed, and I mash my breaks. “Shit!” I gasp, witnessing smoke slither from under the battered car.
“Who the hell is on the road?” Darting my eyes over the area, I pray they didn’t hit them. But there’s no sign of the figure. My head snaps towards the car engulfed by smoke as a small fire breaks out, and a piercing scream travels from inside it. “Shit,” I huff, opening my door, the rain inviting itself in.
Wind forces me back as if something’s blocking me from interfering with Death’s plan. But I’ve witnessed enough lives lost as Death herself dragged Rosie into ‘Her’ embrace. Why do I feel Death is a woman? Only a woman can bring you to your knees in a way that destroys the very essence of your existence.Only a woman.
More torturous screams carry over on a dreadful breeze, and against everything holy, my legs push into a full stride. “I’m coming,” I yell over the clicks of my heels striking the slickened ground.
Deep amber and orange flames grow sizable with each passing second, and a light blinds me as another car barrels down the road. “Stop!” I shout with both hands held high, yet they show no signs of halting. “Stop, she needs help!” But the two-tone vehicle swerves around me.
Blame isn’t placed upon them for being a coward. Most people shy away from danger, so their actions only make them human.
Fire begins crackling, and my single relief is the rain stopping it from getting out of control. I rush towards the car, and an echo of glass splitting pings over the small forest, followed by the back windows exploding from the heat.
Fuck…The pressure hits me full on, and I’m tossed aside along with the air from my lungs and embraced by cement biting into my flesh. Thrown free of the only pair of decent heels I own. Pieces of sharded glass compliments the aches, and dull stings chase after my trickling blood. Pain washing along with it.
I-I didn’t know windows could explode like that.Even mythoughts are muffled as everything deafens. I can feel my pulse pounding inside my ears while struggling to recover, knowing I’m her hope for survival.Get up Kyra.Searching for some semblance of strength while disregarding this obsessive ringing.
Finally on my feet by sheer will, I inhale deep, and a pop reinstates my hearing. “Hel…” *cough* *cough* “Help,” she screams, and my adrenaline answers. I scan her flaming vehicle and rush over, finding her trapped inside and yanking on the seatbelt.
“Hold on,” I command, and her head snaps to me with a look of hope peeking through. “Turn away.”
Of course, the one window still intact is the driver’s side. Once she turns, I retrieve a large branch, snapped from a fractured tree, and swing with all the might I can muster. A hollow clang emits, yet the window stays intact, and swinging again ends in the same result.
My hands ache from my tight grip, but I endure it once more. The branch shatters against her window, and pieces of wood soar through the air as my legs buckle. “Fuck!”
“Please help me! I don’t want to die!” she screams, pounding against the window.
“I’m not going to let you die. Hold on.” Strong words fight through my sensible doubts.
I examine the area for anything of use, but fierce flames continue their way up her car and around the passenger side, with the rain doing everything to hold it back. Or that’s what I’m telling myself, not wanting to think the universe is forcing me to endure another death.That would be cruel. That would be faithless. That would be…damning.
Water pours down, obscuring what little vision I have, and my hand acts as a shield when something amongst the trees pulls my focus. “You,” I whisper. The dark figure from earlier stands beyond the treeline–watching. “Help!” My voice breaks in anguish, but it stands silent and unmoving.
From inside the car, a yelp prickles my arms, lifting small fibers of my hair. “The fire’s inside!”she pleads.
“Move!” With a last look into the forest, I find its eyes glowing a distasteful pink hue. My legs part, and I kick with exhausting anger. My failure is mocked by a thudding sound.I hate those fucking pink eyes. This is all its fault.
Using more force, I kick again and hear the glass crack. I relish in the moment of adrenaline.Yes.I’m close; one more kick will do it.Raising a knee towards my chest, it crashes down, shattering her window. “Quick, give me your hand.”
“I-I can’t. My foot’s caught under the dashboard,” she coughs out, pulling at her leg while reaching for me. Flames consume her back seat, and at any moment, they’ll find their way up front.
“We need to go,” I grunt, and our hands clasp tighter. She shakes her head, expelling more coughs as she wheezes in between breaths. But I refuse to leave. Smoke travels up her car, targeting my nose with a kiss before burning my lungs with the taste of soot, forcing our hands to separate.
“Please don’t–don’t leave me.”
“I won’t, but we need something to pry you free.” I’m trying to stay calm, yet this internal battle is more than winning.
“There’s a bat…in my backseat. It can help…right?” She panics between breaths, so I hurry to check, seeing flames waving out the window.
“I won’t be able to reach it. There’s fire all over the back.” My cough continues as I take a regressive step to avoid the wayward flames. “Do you have anything else?”
She looks past her car and points to something in the distance. “That bag of…golf clubs.”
“I’ll grab it. Keep trying to free your leg.” On instinct, my body moves towards her tossed bag roughly abutting a tree. Puddles splash, and my legs crumple as an unexpected hole steals my balance. “Fuck!” Wincing at the pain radiating in my ankle from rolling it, I hear the strain in her screams and know I need to press forward.
