Roses In The Dust

Chapter 7

There's no work tonight, so I quickly shower and get dressed in something casual. I decide to go for a walk, and put my headphones in, walking out.
While I'm walking, I think about today. Does he REALLY want to be my friend? Or did Penelope put him up to this? My thoughts whirl as I remember how he acts. Then I realise. He made me smile, again. No, he made me LAUGH! I stop in my tracks, shocked. This guys is a weirdo. A cu- NOPE! JUST A WEIRDO!
I sniff, and freeze. Smoke.
Instead of freezing, I look for the source.
Please be another cigarette, please be ano-
Jesus christ it's a house on fire.
Now, what I do next is incredibly stupid. I'm standing there, frozen. I mean, who could've blamed me? But instead, I see him.
A short old man, stuck underneath a wooden frame, and the flames are getting closer. So what do I do?
I run. Not away, like any traumatised sixteen year old girl.
No, I run towards the man. Towards the fire.
I reach him, and try to heave the beam off of him. He seems perfectly calm. And when I pick him up, he thanks me, holding on. He was as short as a child, and just as light. I run back the way I came, only to find it blocked by the falling, burning wood. I gulp, looking around. Upstairs seems safe, so I run up, only then realising my mistake. I say something that is very unprofessional like, and look at the window.
"Mister, you're going to have to trust me." I yell, and he smiles.
"Always, Miss Fall." I run towards the window, twisting around so that I get hit with the shards of glass. The fall wasn't that high, but landing on my left foot wasn't a good idea. Once again, I twist myself so I hit the impact, and once I'm lying down, I let the old man go.
"Here, you're safe now..." I start having a coughing fit, and he takes a water bottle out of a bag, holding it to my face. I shake my head, sitting up. I can hear the sirens of firetrucks and an ambulance. Sirens I am familiar with.
"Drink." The man orders, and I take the water bottle. I take a sip, and start having another coughing fit, spitting the water on myself.
"Sorry Mister.." I mumble, and stand up. The man shakes his head, trying to pull me down.
"Miss Fall, you are not in a good state. I thank you for saving me, but this is a bad idea." I smile weakly at him. He sounds like Zane, worrying over me.
"Call me Alicia sir. And no need to thank me. I don't want any one else dying..." I trail off as the ambulance and firetrucks roll up close to us. Only then I remember the broken leg, the cuts on my back, and the smoke consuming my lungs.
The world is spinning. A man runs over to the little man, and he points towards me.
"Fu, what happened to her?" The paramedic asked, and Fu? Who was that?
The last thing I remember is a nice green bracelet on the old mans wrist.

(547 words~)
(She'll find her miraculous in my next chappy~ -C)