The Tale Of A Burned Soul

[Gamerbird]

I see you want to here the second part of my tale?

Although it is what happened to cause such hatred.

It started in the month of June, whereas now it was September.

I worked for the local fire brigade and was employee of the month.

 

We had got a call from a house that was in flames.

From the station you could see the smoke covering the blue sky.

It looked like it was turning to night, the smoke covering the sun.

As soon as the phone call ended we made our way to the house in the truck.

 

By the time we had got there, you would have thought it was midnight.

The sky was pitch black, covered by the smoke.

What remained of the house was merely a shell.

The windows had been blown out along with the doors, the ceiling had caved in, smoke bellowing out from the holes.

 

Screams could be heard from inside, the cries of a man in pain.

The shadow of a man could be seen through the smoke.

It appeared he was clutching his face, but not much could be seen through the black smoke.

 

As we entered the house, the flames grew to a tremendous height.

It was uncertain whether this man would survive or not.

We had to leave the house to save our own lives as the house began to fall apart, piece by piece.

I called the man to the window, so I could try and get him to climb out of the window and on to a safety mat.

 

It took a while but he finally agreed.

When he reached the ground, he looked displeased and in much pain.

He appeared to be dissatisfied with our efforts, as if we didn't do enough to save him.

He is alive, isn't that what matters?

 

The chief called an Ambulance quickly to take this person to A&E.

It arrived within 10 minutes and quickly took him to the Hospital.

When I visited him a week after his house caught fire, he was asleep.

The mans face looked horrific, 75% burns to him, leaving nothing but the smell of burnt flesh.

 

I was given a note by one of the nurses attending to his wounds.

'To those firefighters who saved me. I am disgraced by your efforts to rescue me from my burning house, you left my wife to burn along with my son. I will get you all back some day and take something from your life that is precious to you, starting with the one who called me'.

I decided these were the notes of a mad man, hallucinating because of the fumes.

 

How wrong I was.

Now I am here, as his puppet.

Now you know the whole tale, think of what the service men you aid everyone in there times of need.

They do things to help others, they need no abuse.

Would you risk your life for that of another?