Fighting Crime with Fire

Chapter 1~ Baby

*Keith's POV*

We just got a call and we are heading there straight away. There is a fire in a house that has a 2 little kids and a few brothers, sisters, mom, and dad. They have a huge family.

"K, when we get there. I need you to immediately get in there and get the people out. Your the fastest one here and the strongest. Don't fail on us" My boss said. I nod my head (K is a nickname for Keith. And I just wanna let you know, I don't really know how this stuff goes, so don't expect a lot from me.)

We were about to get there and everything was hectic, everybody was putting on their gear and making sure they were good. Once we got there, I was the first one to leave the truck. I was in the building in less than 2 seconds. I got in there and screamed if anyone was in there. I heared a few voices and headed towards them.

The smoke and fire was intoxicating, but I was wearing a gas mask so I was good. I found 5 people in one spot, surrounded by fire. I gritted my teeth, thinking of a solution. I saw that the wall they were by was unstable. I kicked it down without touching the flames. "Who else is here" I asked as I helped them up and out of the house.

"My children are still in there! Please save them! There's 2 of them and they were upstairs the last time I saw them!" The girl yelled. I nod and ran back in there. Fire was blocking the way to the stairs so I grit my teeth, and ran into the fire. I was on the other side of the fire and start running up the stairs, making sure not to brake them so it doesn't slow me down. I screamed if anyone was there. The situation was dire. I was almost out of oxygen and there were planks falling.

I heard a tiny little voice coming from a room down the hall. I wasted no time and ran for it, I didn't know that a plank was going to fall and it fell on my back. I screamed a bit because there was nail going into my back and it was scorching hot, especially the plank is freaking hot itself. I quickly get it out of me and threw it carefully. I run into the room just about as my oxygen is almost gone. I see two kids bordered by fire, a window behind them. They are crying.

I grit my teeth and run through the fire, my legs burning even more. I pick up the kids and put them into my coat, whispering sweet little nothings into their ears. I open the window, and it so happens that it's a front window. Everybody hears it and looks up at me. Even the cops are down there. I get ready to jump off the window. I jump and I hold onto the kids, making sure they don't fall out. I land on my feet and run to the truck. I hand the ambulance the kids. "Good job K. We can handle it from here" My boss said and I nod.

I sigh and sit down, out of my teammates way. A FBI person walks up to me and asks me if I'm okay. I look at them weird. Why is he talking to me. We usually don't talk to each other. Since were on different teams.

"Why are you talking to me?" I ask, the pain in my back flaring up. I rub it, making sure not to irritate it. Skylar walks up to me and asks me if I'm okay. I sigh softly and nod my head, saying I'm fine.

"No your not. I know you. Tell me what's going on" She says, I sigh. She's too caring.

"Ehhh. Just my legs. I had to walk through fire some times" I said.

"There's more than that, I'm sure of it" She says. I frown and sigh. "Fine.... A board fell on my back..." I said.

"Let me see!" She panics. I zip down my jacket and take off my shirt, revealing my charred skin that I have yet to clean. She inspects it.

"Holy moly K. That's a big mark. What's this hole" She asks. "Don't touch it" I say but to displeasure, I said it too late. She touched it and I slapped her hand off. She looked at me, sorry in her eyes. I sigh and get back in the position I was before.

"A nail hit me there, a hot one at that" I was said. Skylar hissed, "That must of hurt. I can't even imagine the pain."

"It felt as if I was stabbed with a 1000 degree knife." I said. I quickly stood up and put my gear back on. They rushed out and we all got in the truck and we headed off.

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I was back home and I still couldn't stop thinking about the FBI Boy. Why did he talk to me? This makes no sense. When the FBI and firefighters work together on a case, they usually ask about the scene not how they are doing. It was a weird day and I just wanted to go to bed. But something felt wrong with me, something felt off. I dismissed it and tried to go to bed. I woke up the next day, not in my home, but in someone else's.