Uncle Deshaun Pt. 1A Story by RamalIt's PART of a story that I wrote some time ago in school. I loved writing it and received marvelous feedback so I figured why not post it here? I hope you love it!!"Hello?" He
shouts. No one answers. He is by himself in what is
left of the city. The sky is pitch black, its darkness fits the environment
very well. The city's only lights come from the flames taking refuge in various
buildings, trees, and cars. All around him the area is in shambles, glass
litters the streets along with street poles. The only sounds other than his
shoes crunching on the glass are the alarms of a few lucky cars, the crackling
of the flames, and... And... the faint but increasing volume of a man's weak, almost
muted calls for help. He ran closer to the source
of the noise, avoiding various cars and garbage cans to reach the only clue to
the cause of this chaotic scene. As he approached, he noticed that the man was trapped,
pinned to the ground from the waist down. "I'm coming! Hold on,
I'm almost there!" He shouted to the man. Making sure not to cause too
much pain on his body, the man lifted himself as much as he could, in search of
his hero. Once he spotted his savior,
he shouted with new found hope. "I'm here, please help me! Please! I'm
stuck under all of this s**t!" He looked over the man's
body and realized that he was right. He was pinned down under large chunks of a
building. The pieces piled on his back and sides looked as if they were going
to be too heavy for him to move himself. While he scanned the rubble for any
possible way to free the desperate man his eyes drifted to the man's face. They
both gasped with great shock to learn that they knew each other. This voice was
familiar for a reason, this man was familiar. He was more than familiar, he was
Ramal's close friend Troy. "Troy, what happened to
you!?" He asked his companion with a very worried tone. Troy responded between very deep
and troubled breaths, "Ramal? I don't… know. I was… walking over to... hang
out with Michael… and then a rock… hit my head… it knocked me over... I fell
and then… All of this crap fell on me. Get me out…" Ramal nodded dutifully and
grabbed at the rubble trying to free his trapped companion, he pulled with all
of his might, the veins in his arms and head were bulging out of his skin. He
tried pushing and pulling the rubble, using whatever strength he had to move
the rubble even an inch. If he could just move it in the slightest bit he must
be able to save Troy. He pushed some more, but it was to no avail. Ramal sat in
front of his friend, tired and frantic for a solution he thought wildly hoping
an idea would come to him. “Come on Ramal! get me out
of here! why’re you sitting!? Please!” Troy shouted with an edge of sadness in
his voice. “I’m thinking Troy..! I’m
thinking…” That was all Ramal could get out to his friend, choking back tears
of frustration. Ramal was losing hope that
he’d ever rescue Troy. He clawed his hair as he thought to himself, “Please… I need to help him… Give me an
idea! I’ll take anything! Please!!!” Coming from behind him he
received a response, a response loud and clear. A response in a voice that was…
his!? “Leave him, let him die. You
can’t save him, no one can.” reasoned this voice, his voice. Ramal stood up quickly and
turned to look for the voice. He searched and he finally spotted the source of
the voice, but just barely. It was a person on top of a building that was
approximately five or six stories tall. They were too far away for Ramal to
identify the person. At that moment, the person jumped off the building! They
jumped into the air, very high and very fast, so fast that Ramal quickly lost
sight of them. “Ramal! hurry! it’s him! Get
me out! Now!” Troy screamed hysterically, it seemed like Troy was terrified of
this new terror. © 2013 RamalAuthor's Note
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