Page 27 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
I choke on the thick air as I look at the ground and that’s when I see what looks like the dress she was wearing. I stumble the few feet over, there is debris stacked and a part of me knows that Tracie is under there. I start tearing it off. I try to move fast but I can feel my energy draining from my body. The smoke invading me and consuming me. I rip the last piece off and I see her.
She is lying at an unnatural angle.
Her body is covered in blood.
“Tracie!”
I scream for her but she doesn’t move.
Bending down I scoop her up and walk away from the building. I can hear the sirens now. I hope they have enough coming.
She’s limp in my arms as I hold her tight to my chest.
Please be okay.
Hold on.
As I finally get into clearer air the sight in front of me stops me in my tracks. It looks like a war zone. People are lying on the ground. I can still hear others screaming. Everyone is covered in black ash and blood.
I lay Tracie down. “Trace, open your eyes.” I’m pleading with her. She has to be okay.
The ambulances pull into the lot and when the EMTs get out they seem to have no idea where to start.
“Over here!” I shout to one of them. He sees me and makes his way over.
As he kneels next to her and checks her pulse, I barely move.
“Her pulse is weak. How close to the fire was she?”
“I don’t know. We don’t know what happened. There was an explosion.” I feel helpless I can’t give him any information to help. I can’t help Tracie.
I look back to the clubhouse.
I need to help whoever I can.
“Take care of her.”
I head back toward the building as the medic tries to tell me not to go back in. I need to try and save whoever else I can. I let fire control and destroy my life once before, it won’t happen again.
The crackle of the flames is almost a warning to turn around but I don’t listen. I push forward into the building. Everything is burning, falling apart. Walking through what I think might be the main room, I hear a groan coming from my left and I move toward it.
“Who’s here? Tell me where you are!”
Nothing sounds except another low groan.
I can barely see a foot in front of me so the fact that whoever it is can’t call out to me is making this so much more difficult.
I kick something and when I look down I see that it’s a foot. One of the tables is on top of someone. I work to get it off and am shocked when I see Shooter. His head is flopped back and I can see a huge blood stain against his white shirt. Shit. I have serious doubts that I’ll be able to get him out of here myself.
“Someone help me out in here!”
I bend down pulling his one arm around my neck. I try to stand him up with me but he is dead weight and has a good fifty pounds on me. I decide to try something else and hook my arms under his and drag him toward the exit. I need to get him out of here and there is no way in hell that I’ll be able to carry him.
He doesn’t move or make any sound the entire time I’m dragging him outside. Once we are far enough away from the smoke, I lay him down calling for help, but all of the medics are already treating people. I can hear more sirens in the distance.
My hands scrub my face as I scan the lot for everyone else, trying to take stock and make sure everyone made it out.
I hear a loud roar and turn behind me to see Twisted kneeling on the ground with Lily in his hands.
