CHAPTER THREE

      Two shiny shoes come into the view, parting the dark smoke away as it is making the path for him itself. My heart is beating in my ears. His dark suit was shining under the red glow. My whole body starts to shake in fear. I lift my gaze to him. He's tall, fit, and has broad shoulders. His hair cut is stylish and long from the top of his head. The locks of his hair are reaching the lobe of his ears and blocking the view of his forehead and eyes. 

      "Can you help me?" I look at Luce. He's lying unconscious on the ground, his face is down. I'm scared. I don't wanna see another death, "I need your help to carry him out." I choke. I look around to find a way. It feels as if the dark smoke has engulfed us. 

     The air I'm inhaling feels pure to me. All these things are frightening me. I want to crawl away but I can't leave him here in this eerie place. I look back at the gentleman, wondering. Nothing seems normal to me. Everything is burning around us. It looks as if he has just jumped out of the photoshoot. 

      He nods his head. I sigh in relief. The terror is still clawing my inside. The silence seems terrifying to me. I carefully walk past him, I glance down at him worriedly and squat next to Luce. 

      The gentleman is fast. He moves at the speed of blinking and he is in front of him. He moved so fast, too fast. His moves seem ghostlike. I paralyze in fear, hands shivering, teeth chattering, looking at him. 

      He squats down and scoops his heavy body like he weighs nothing. 

      I panic, "Where are you taking him?" I shout out of dread. My voice echoes in the devastated hall. He starts to pace away. 

      The smoke parts, making a path for him. The horrible fire comes into view again, "Stay with me if you want to get out of here." His gravel tone put my body in action. My feet carry me toward him. it really sinks into my head that this is all real. He knows some kind of magic. The fire can't move itself. 

      My gaze stops on Luce's face. There's a deep cut on the side of his forehead. Blood is oozing from it. 

     Something usual catches my sight. When he lifts his foot, the fire moves away, parting and making way for us. I gulp in fear. If I run away from him, the fire will catch me, burn me to ashes. I decided to stick with him. 

      He walks through the exit door. We reach out of the burning building and place him down on the gravel road. 

      "Do you know magic?" I ask, hurrying my pace and squatting beside Luce. 

      I look in his pocket for a hankie. His gash is bleeding. I glance up when I see him sitting beside us through the corners of my eyes. 

      I raise my chin, "Thank you so much. I don't know. How did you do all this? You saved us. " I stop as he lifts his hand in the air and slithers through his dark hair. 

      I suck in a deep breath. I lost balance and hit my arse on the gravel road. I become emotionless, feeling nothing and just looking at him. His eyes are holding the same blue color as I remember. the sound of my breathing bangs in my ear. I stare at him freezing. 

     I lift my shivering hand to touch him. He smiles at me as he always did, "Louis," My voice is barely reaching my ears. 

     My hand reaches to his clean shaved chin. I spread my fingers to touch him. A rush of wind blows. And he begins to fade with blowing air, as he isn't real, as it's a nightmare. 

     "No, Louis! Please don't go." Tears blind my view. I behold him disappearing with the air. 

     A deep long sigh leaves my body. The sight turns grey. The side of my head hit the gravel road. The darkness takes me under.