Before We Were Countries

America: Part 2

I began waiting for the floors to go down... That was when it happened. A swift jerk in the cable system followed by a large blasting noise in the distance. What was that?!

I craned my neck slightly as the elevator came to a halt, opening at the desired floor. I was... Mystified to say the least ! That blast had sounded like a crunch and explosion, so close it scared me.

I walked out onto the floor just in time to see all the employees surging to the window; I of course followed them, glancing out. My eyes widened.

The other tower to the World's Trade Center was demolished partially, what looked like the end if the plane sticking out near the top and catching fire. I paled as all the employees began calling others from that tower. None of which we're picking up.

I watched the tower as the top began getting consumed in flames, getting transfixed by the sight. That was when a firm hand was placed upon my shoulder.

"Papa?" I quietly asked as I turned to him.

"Alfred. Come on, let's get out of here!" He looked nervous, his happy go lucky persona gone like that. "It could catch to the other tower, hurry now!"

I gave one last look to the gaping hole in the other tower before running with my father, who's grip on my slender wrist forced me forward. We were both running now , some people panicking as they evacuated down the stairs. My dad kept saying things to calm me, but I heard none of them in the shouting that consumed the stairwell. I heard some people muttering about the event as a freak accident, one that seemed so strange. I thought so too, after all, why would an airplane do that?

That was before I heard another loud crash followed by a boom just above the stairwell, in time to see rubble starting to rain down on us all. That was when the true pandemonium began, people pushing and shoving me down to run down the takes faster, people tripping on each over in a sprawl of limbs.

I was small... I was probably the first to get pushed down and trampled. My father, ever observant, struggled to stay on the stairs where I was, but even he, a large man in stature, was pushed, where he banged his skull and lay still.

Somehow I stayed there dazed for ages minutes, hurting everywhere while I watched my dad. Then slowly I stood, walking painfully slow to him.

He made a noise and groaned, blood dribbling from the back if his head. I shook slightly. "Dad!!"

"A..Alfred... It's okay... Just keep going..." The stairwell began getting charred from the outside as smoke began filtering down.

"Dad!! I can't just leave you!!" I cried out, a limp in my foot. "What're you gonna do?!"

"My boy, listen to me! Can you be the hero for me..?"

"The hero..?"

"Your mother might be all alone without us two... Can you get out, and stay with her..?" He slowly closed his eyes. "For me..?"

I coughed slightly and looked around, getting jittery. "I'll be the hero!"

"Good son.. See you..." He inhaled deeply.

That was the last I saw of him as fire broke out nearby, larger debris beginning to fall. I ran as fast as I could, reaching another floor before I toppled, my accursed ankle giving out.

I cried out, whimpering as tears stung the gash on my chin. It would heal, I just needed to get out..

I slowly tried to crouch, stumbling forward and catching myself. Glancing upwards, trying to catch my breath.

That was when my pupils dilated, the object about to crush me just inches above my head.

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I gasped loudly had, grasping at the air as if to shield myself. What had happened..? I had been in that Trade Center... My father.. Oh god....

I bit my lip and sat up, strangely no pain in my ankle, or body for that matter. I definitely felt stronger.

The emerald grass blew in the wind as I glanced around. I saw a large white building to my right, and to my left trees that were just inside a gated area.

Had that been a dream? No, it was all too vivid, the choking on smoke, the distinct feeling of being crushed. I slowly examined myself for the injuries that I'd received, just figuring out that strangely enough I was older. I touched at my unfamiliar hair, it was still blond but had a strange piece sticking up.

I was wearing glasses for no reason apparently as well.

"Hey!! Hands in the air!!" A forceful voice yelled as I glanced up from inspecting my new strange self. I slowly raised both as the man that was all in black ran over pointing a sleek gun at my head as he began rambling out numbers on his radio. Codes. "How did you get on here intruder?!"

"I-I.. Uhm... Woke up here I suppose?" I failed at sounding casually as u tried to remember exactly how I had. Was it time travel, like in that one filmed my dad loved so dearly: Back to the Future? The guard narrowed his eyes as I began standing. "Where am I exactly?"

"White House, Washington DC." My eyes widened as I slightly stumbled back. This was not home!!

The guard suddenly said something on his radio before I heard the click signalling his safety was off before he fired at my leg. Did he think I was going to run?

I cried out slightly and fell, clutching my kneecap in pain. This was a new feeling, I'd never been shot before. The crimson blooded oozed out about a moment longer before I felt it completely stop as something pushed against my hands. I let go, the pain to my relief gone, and the bullet that'd been lodged falling right out.

The guard by this point had probably called tens of hundreds of codes into his radio. He looked shocked to say the least. "Are you our America? My god, I'm sorry sir."

I glanced at him. "Uhm, our America? No, I'm just Alfred Jones..."

The guard frowned. "Let's take you to the president, okay sir?"

That was the day I met the most powerful man in America, per say, and found out who I was now. The incident my dad had died in was called 9-11 now... And was thirteen years in the past.

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