11-02-2014, 08:39 PM
Enzo breathed a sigh of relief. He'd escaped the awkward ambush with his skin in tact. This area made his skin crawl. It was enough that he was poised on the curb ready to hail a taxi when the commotion distracted him.
The drunkard was gone. Petyr ran around the corner. Then an explosion rocked his eardrums. Enzo gasped and ducked aside, the force of it physically sent him a step backward. He'd flung his face away from the direction it'd come, but searing fire never surged overhead. The explosion was not so large, but people were running none the less.
His throat went dry but he followed the direction Petyr had gone, hoping he was not about to walk onto a scene of charred skeletons. Rounding the corner, he skidded to a stop before a burning car. The heat of it slammed into his face. The flames reached four, five meters high.
The noise swallowed the sounds of a curse on his tongue. The backs of Petyr and Bas - the drunkard - were kneeling on the cement dangerously close to the curb. A blonde lady was near, likely trying to help.
The car, now engulfed, sunk his heart. If there had been people inside, they were incinerated now.
He threw his forearm across his face, hoping to block the heat of the flames. "Messieurs! Come away before the gas tank explodes!"
He tried to get the lady to come first, but she seemed distracted. Enzo raised his voice. "S'il te plait,"
he urged. "Please come away."
The drunkard was gone. Petyr ran around the corner. Then an explosion rocked his eardrums. Enzo gasped and ducked aside, the force of it physically sent him a step backward. He'd flung his face away from the direction it'd come, but searing fire never surged overhead. The explosion was not so large, but people were running none the less.
His throat went dry but he followed the direction Petyr had gone, hoping he was not about to walk onto a scene of charred skeletons. Rounding the corner, he skidded to a stop before a burning car. The heat of it slammed into his face. The flames reached four, five meters high.
The noise swallowed the sounds of a curse on his tongue. The backs of Petyr and Bas - the drunkard - were kneeling on the cement dangerously close to the curb. A blonde lady was near, likely trying to help.
The car, now engulfed, sunk his heart. If there had been people inside, they were incinerated now.
He threw his forearm across his face, hoping to block the heat of the flames. "Messieurs! Come away before the gas tank explodes!"
He tried to get the lady to come first, but she seemed distracted. Enzo raised his voice. "S'il te plait,"
he urged. "Please come away."