Post by Vegitenks on Oct 14, 2005 22:33:01 GMT -5
Chapter 1: The Rescue
~This is news reporter Robert Danford reporting live from New York. Standing upon this rubble and fire, you can see that a teirrble and very unfortunate event has taken place. Sources have notified us that earlier this morning around eight thirty, a group of unknown aircraft infiltrated the city and attacked the Empire State Building. Police and firefighters are doing their best to help the wounded until ambulances arrive, as well as rescuing the remaining civillians within the Empire State Building.~
Jacob Dawson jumped out from the back of firetruck 183 as soon as it came to a halt, as well as many other firefighters in red and yellow suits. Jacob studied the disturbing scenery as he pulled on his gloves. The man had a serious face and sharp looking eyes. There was a slight breeze. His short blond hair blew to and fro in the wind as he quickly put on his mask and helmet, then grabbed a long hose from the back of the firetruck and headed for the burning building a few blocks away, followed by five other men.
As the group of six arrived, they turned on their hoses and aimed at the blazing tower. There was a sizzling sound as the water engulfed itself around the red and orange searing flames, although it did not put them out. In Jacob's mind, he could think of nothing but the pain he was feeling. And anger. Flashbacks of his mother and father's deaths, the words he spoke to them when they were still alive. The words he spoke to his mother when he'd witnessed a car accident.
A young boy and his father had been in a wreck with another vehicle. The boy, who was no older than five, just three years younger than Jacob, was practically slammed through the windshield and slung fifty feet before hitting the highway concrete. The top of the boys' head was torn off and loads of blood leaked from it. Jacob, who'd been playing outside with his tricycle, turned away from the accident, to see his mother, who held him tight and covered his eyes.
Jacob took one more glance at the boy, somehow feeling the pain he was feeling, and turned back to his mother. "I...I want to help people..." he'd said, tears in his eyes. His mother gave him a sad look, as if pitying him. From then on, he was always caring for others, even nature. At the age of twelve, Jacob was walking down the street when he heard barking. A dogfight. He walked into an ally to see a group of dogs ganging up on one.
They were literally tearing the poor creature apart. Jacob, being the caring person he was, ran the dogs off and held the dying dogs' body in his arms. He rushed to a vet and got the dog help, but it didn't survive. It seemed like everything Jacob tried to do right, he was always failing at it, even when he gave it his all.
"Dawson!" came a voice. Jacob snapped out of his trance to see Captain Stevens yelling in his face. "Dawnson! Get in there, now! Cobbs, Brown, you too! The whole place is coming down! Trying to put this fire out is useless, we have to rescue the remaining civillians before the whole damn thing collapses! Get in there!" The three men shook their heads obediently as they turned off their hoses and ran towards the entrance.
Jacob was first to reach the door. He kicked it down quickly and entered, followed by Cobbs and Brown. The air was hot and hard to breathe, even with their oxygen masks on. "Dawson!" came a voice in Jacob's speakerphone. "Sir!" he replied. "Everyone from the twelth floor and down have gotten out safely, you'll have to take your chances and rescue the remaining civillians on the thirteenth and forteenth floors, but no higher! You simply won't have enough time."
Jacob seemed to consider that for a second, then replied quickly. "A-alright, we're on it." And with that, the three men began to rush up the stairs. Upon reaching the twelth floor, Jacob stopped to face Cobbs and Brown. "You two..." he began, taking a deep breath, "take the thirteenth and forteenth floors, I'll handle the last two." The two men gave each other questioning looks, then Cobbs asked, "Are you crazy?"
Suddenly, an enormous part of the ceiling came crashing down in front of them. All three men jumped out of the way in time, and quickly regrouped. "Go!" Jacob yelled. "Now!!" Obediently but shaking their heads, Cobbs turned to the left set of stairs and Brown turned to the right. They rushed up the stairways and soon, their footsteps were clouded by the sound of roaring flames from above.
Taking another deep breath, Jacob turned and began running up the middle set of stairs.
~This is news reporter Robert Danford reporting live from New York. Standing upon this rubble and fire, you can see that a teirrble and very unfortunate event has taken place. Sources have notified us that earlier this morning around eight thirty, a group of unknown aircraft infiltrated the city and attacked the Empire State Building. Police and firefighters are doing their best to help the wounded until ambulances arrive, as well as rescuing the remaining civillians within the Empire State Building.~
Jacob Dawson jumped out from the back of firetruck 183 as soon as it came to a halt, as well as many other firefighters in red and yellow suits. Jacob studied the disturbing scenery as he pulled on his gloves. The man had a serious face and sharp looking eyes. There was a slight breeze. His short blond hair blew to and fro in the wind as he quickly put on his mask and helmet, then grabbed a long hose from the back of the firetruck and headed for the burning building a few blocks away, followed by five other men.
As the group of six arrived, they turned on their hoses and aimed at the blazing tower. There was a sizzling sound as the water engulfed itself around the red and orange searing flames, although it did not put them out. In Jacob's mind, he could think of nothing but the pain he was feeling. And anger. Flashbacks of his mother and father's deaths, the words he spoke to them when they were still alive. The words he spoke to his mother when he'd witnessed a car accident.
A young boy and his father had been in a wreck with another vehicle. The boy, who was no older than five, just three years younger than Jacob, was practically slammed through the windshield and slung fifty feet before hitting the highway concrete. The top of the boys' head was torn off and loads of blood leaked from it. Jacob, who'd been playing outside with his tricycle, turned away from the accident, to see his mother, who held him tight and covered his eyes.
Jacob took one more glance at the boy, somehow feeling the pain he was feeling, and turned back to his mother. "I...I want to help people..." he'd said, tears in his eyes. His mother gave him a sad look, as if pitying him. From then on, he was always caring for others, even nature. At the age of twelve, Jacob was walking down the street when he heard barking. A dogfight. He walked into an ally to see a group of dogs ganging up on one.
They were literally tearing the poor creature apart. Jacob, being the caring person he was, ran the dogs off and held the dying dogs' body in his arms. He rushed to a vet and got the dog help, but it didn't survive. It seemed like everything Jacob tried to do right, he was always failing at it, even when he gave it his all.
"Dawson!" came a voice. Jacob snapped out of his trance to see Captain Stevens yelling in his face. "Dawnson! Get in there, now! Cobbs, Brown, you too! The whole place is coming down! Trying to put this fire out is useless, we have to rescue the remaining civillians before the whole damn thing collapses! Get in there!" The three men shook their heads obediently as they turned off their hoses and ran towards the entrance.
Jacob was first to reach the door. He kicked it down quickly and entered, followed by Cobbs and Brown. The air was hot and hard to breathe, even with their oxygen masks on. "Dawson!" came a voice in Jacob's speakerphone. "Sir!" he replied. "Everyone from the twelth floor and down have gotten out safely, you'll have to take your chances and rescue the remaining civillians on the thirteenth and forteenth floors, but no higher! You simply won't have enough time."
Jacob seemed to consider that for a second, then replied quickly. "A-alright, we're on it." And with that, the three men began to rush up the stairs. Upon reaching the twelth floor, Jacob stopped to face Cobbs and Brown. "You two..." he began, taking a deep breath, "take the thirteenth and forteenth floors, I'll handle the last two." The two men gave each other questioning looks, then Cobbs asked, "Are you crazy?"
Suddenly, an enormous part of the ceiling came crashing down in front of them. All three men jumped out of the way in time, and quickly regrouped. "Go!" Jacob yelled. "Now!!" Obediently but shaking their heads, Cobbs turned to the left set of stairs and Brown turned to the right. They rushed up the stairways and soon, their footsteps were clouded by the sound of roaring flames from above.
Taking another deep breath, Jacob turned and began running up the middle set of stairs.
