Post by ||Megs|| on Jun 9, 2007 22:06:00 GMT -5
( Critique discouraged. This is just a character idea for me to get down, and TeeTaw to read and agree with the idea for something. Featuring her character, Enes. Just warning you, the information concerning 9/11 is probably not that accurate at all, so don't worry about it.
Please, no comments. )
Sight gazed out of the window, a slight smile on her lips as she gazed down at the hundreds of buildings and the thousands of cars that traveled on their little roads. It was such a nice day, and she felt so happy. She was with her dad, who worked in the south tower of the Twin Towers, a rather big privilege on her part. As long as she did not disturb him, or any one else, she was welcome to stick around. Even though they were not too close to the top of the tower, everything looked so very small. She wondered what it was like up there...
"Sight, would you like a drink?" Her dad asked from across the room. Sight brushed her brown and black dyed hair away from her face, letting it fall back down past her shoulders as she went over to his desk, carefully avoiding the ladders where some crewmen were trying to set up a long, fancy florescent light. It looked heavy, and currently unstable. Sight didn't want to be under if it happened to fall before they were done. How her dad could work in the racket, though, she didn't know.
She poured herself a glass of iced water from a pitcher near the edge of the desk, noticing her dad had disappeared behind some mound of paper. She smiled and sipped from her cup, going back to the window again.
"Mr. McCay, we'll be back shortly to finish. Please be careful, it's still unsteady." One of the crewmen said, indicating to the light that was barely half way up, the other end carefully balanced on top of one of the three ladders. A hand popped up from behind the mound of papers on the desk, flashing a thumbs up sign. The crewman chuckled, and he and the other two departed from the room, shutting the door behind them.
Sight returned to her gazing, and looked up to see if she could spot a cloud. Oh, there was one! It was sure tiny, though. But it seemed...different. Five minutes trickled by, and Sight crinkled her paper foam cup. She tossed it over to the wastebasket near her dad's desk, and made it in. Smiling at her success, she looked back up out through the window. Suddenly, the cloud wasn't a cloud anymore. It was an airplane. It seemed to be coming a tad bit too close...she caught her breath as it headed straight in the tower's direction.
"Dad!" she managed to gasp out, going pale, light blue eyes widening. Mr. McCay was over with his daughter in an instant, and when he saw, his hand flew up and ran through his blond hair, a nervous habit.
"Sight, let's get out of here," he said, taking his adopted daughter's arm and pulling her away. But it was too late. Everything happened so fast, Sight could barely understand what exactly had happened. There was a terrible 'boom' sound, and everything seemed to shake. McCay lost his grip, trying to keep his balance and Sight bumped right into the ladder that was holding up the dangling end of the heavy light. Sight felt frozen as it fell directly for her.
But she was suddenly pushed out of the way, just as all the lights turned off and a billowing smoke outside the window suddenly converged all sunlight. Sh heard a grunt of pain and the shattering of glass as she hit the floor hard, losing all breath, feeling like she was suffocating in the darkness.
Thomas was pounding up the stairs as fast as he could go, his lighted flashlight held firm in his right hand. It would have been easier by elevator, but with all the power off, it was a foolish idea, if not an impossible one. Fifteen minutes since the plane had struck, and he had just received news that the North Tower had also been hit. But he had a mission--to evacuate everyone that was near the top, he and his team. And every second was very, very precious. As they got higher, the hotter it became. The temperatures at the top must be pretty unbearable...
Sight held her father's hand, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. She had gotten up to feel her way around in the near pitch-black darkness, when some sunlight finally filtered into the room through the smoke enough for her to see better. The heavy light had struck her dad's head, were it was cracked and bleeding. He had pushed her out of the way...and now, he was barely alive, and not very focused at all.
Think about the love inside the strength of heart,
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark.
Climbing higher through the fire, time was running out,
Never knowing you weren't going to be coming down alive.
But you still came back for me,
You were strong and you believed.
Sight caught her breath as her dad squeezed her hand briefly. Then he was gone. Sight still held onto his hand, willing with all her might for this to be all some sort of dream. But it wasn't. Her only family member was dead. She suddenly felt very hot, and sweaty. and miserable, She knew she ought to leave, and now, but she was too numb. Too afraid...too alone.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Be strong. Believe.
Be strong. Believe.
"I love you," she whispered, setting his hand down neatly to his chest. "I love you."
Think about the chance I never had to say,
Thank you for giving up your life that day...
Thomas wiped his hand across his forehead, and quickly looked around the area. His team was quickly searching the floor for any more people, since they could not go up any further. The last person left, leaving him alone. A voice came on his radio, warning everyone to evacuate the building as quickly as possible. It was going to collapse at any given minute. But he felt like they had forgotten someone...
"Someone, please help me! Anyone!" There it was, the voice of a girl! Thomas quickly trotted to where smoke had completely concealed a door. Smoke was beginning to filter down further and further, and had finally found them. Thomas coughed, but continued forward. Nothing would stop him.
Never fearing, only hearing voices calling out.
Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring it down alive.
Sight looked up as a man dressed up in yellow firefighting gear came in, and he quickly ran over to kneel next to Sight, and feel for McCay's pulse. He stood when he found one, and extended a hand to the teenager. Sight, knowing she must leave her father behind, took the fire fighter's hand. He handed her a cloth to put over her nose, so that the smoke wouldn't affect her too badly. Then they silently hurried from the room and to the stairs to begin their long descent to safety.
And you still came back for me,
You were strong and you believed.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Be strong. Believe.
They were only halfway to their destination when they stopped on a landing, breathing hard as they both heard and felt a mighty tremor that gained volume and strength. The tower was collapsing! No matter how fast they ran now, they wouldn't make it. Thomas pulled Sight into his arms, but knew there was nothing else he could do.
(Again today, we take into our hearts and minds those who perished on this site one year ago, and also those who came to toil in the rubble to bring order out of chaos, to help us make sense of our despair.)
Just as everything began to crash down on top of them, time seemed to slow. Thomas saw a man appear in front of him, a man with intense brown eyes and long, silky brown hair. He reached out for Sight, and drew the girl into his arms. Thomas let her go, tears filling his eyes. Somehow, he understood. This man could only save one life in this situation, for a reason drawn out beyond his reach of understanding. The man, Enes, nodded and he and the girl disappeared. Before time resumed it's pace and everything crushed on top of him, he suddenly thought of how he would never see his family again.
Wanna hold my wife when I get home,
Wanna tell the kids they'll never know how much I love to see them smile.
Wanna make a change or two right now,
Wanna live a life like you somehow.
Wanna make your sacrifice worthwhile.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Be strong. Believe.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Be strong. Believe.
Think about the love inside the strength of heart,
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark.
Think about the chance I never had to say,
Thank you for giving up your life that day.
(The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.)
( "Believe" by Yellowcard)
Please, no comments. )
Sight gazed out of the window, a slight smile on her lips as she gazed down at the hundreds of buildings and the thousands of cars that traveled on their little roads. It was such a nice day, and she felt so happy. She was with her dad, who worked in the south tower of the Twin Towers, a rather big privilege on her part. As long as she did not disturb him, or any one else, she was welcome to stick around. Even though they were not too close to the top of the tower, everything looked so very small. She wondered what it was like up there...
"Sight, would you like a drink?" Her dad asked from across the room. Sight brushed her brown and black dyed hair away from her face, letting it fall back down past her shoulders as she went over to his desk, carefully avoiding the ladders where some crewmen were trying to set up a long, fancy florescent light. It looked heavy, and currently unstable. Sight didn't want to be under if it happened to fall before they were done. How her dad could work in the racket, though, she didn't know.
She poured herself a glass of iced water from a pitcher near the edge of the desk, noticing her dad had disappeared behind some mound of paper. She smiled and sipped from her cup, going back to the window again.
"Mr. McCay, we'll be back shortly to finish. Please be careful, it's still unsteady." One of the crewmen said, indicating to the light that was barely half way up, the other end carefully balanced on top of one of the three ladders. A hand popped up from behind the mound of papers on the desk, flashing a thumbs up sign. The crewman chuckled, and he and the other two departed from the room, shutting the door behind them.
Sight returned to her gazing, and looked up to see if she could spot a cloud. Oh, there was one! It was sure tiny, though. But it seemed...different. Five minutes trickled by, and Sight crinkled her paper foam cup. She tossed it over to the wastebasket near her dad's desk, and made it in. Smiling at her success, she looked back up out through the window. Suddenly, the cloud wasn't a cloud anymore. It was an airplane. It seemed to be coming a tad bit too close...she caught her breath as it headed straight in the tower's direction.
"Dad!" she managed to gasp out, going pale, light blue eyes widening. Mr. McCay was over with his daughter in an instant, and when he saw, his hand flew up and ran through his blond hair, a nervous habit.
"Sight, let's get out of here," he said, taking his adopted daughter's arm and pulling her away. But it was too late. Everything happened so fast, Sight could barely understand what exactly had happened. There was a terrible 'boom' sound, and everything seemed to shake. McCay lost his grip, trying to keep his balance and Sight bumped right into the ladder that was holding up the dangling end of the heavy light. Sight felt frozen as it fell directly for her.
But she was suddenly pushed out of the way, just as all the lights turned off and a billowing smoke outside the window suddenly converged all sunlight. Sh heard a grunt of pain and the shattering of glass as she hit the floor hard, losing all breath, feeling like she was suffocating in the darkness.
Thomas was pounding up the stairs as fast as he could go, his lighted flashlight held firm in his right hand. It would have been easier by elevator, but with all the power off, it was a foolish idea, if not an impossible one. Fifteen minutes since the plane had struck, and he had just received news that the North Tower had also been hit. But he had a mission--to evacuate everyone that was near the top, he and his team. And every second was very, very precious. As they got higher, the hotter it became. The temperatures at the top must be pretty unbearable...
Sight held her father's hand, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. She had gotten up to feel her way around in the near pitch-black darkness, when some sunlight finally filtered into the room through the smoke enough for her to see better. The heavy light had struck her dad's head, were it was cracked and bleeding. He had pushed her out of the way...and now, he was barely alive, and not very focused at all.
Think about the love inside the strength of heart,
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark.
Climbing higher through the fire, time was running out,
Never knowing you weren't going to be coming down alive.
But you still came back for me,
You were strong and you believed.
Sight caught her breath as her dad squeezed her hand briefly. Then he was gone. Sight still held onto his hand, willing with all her might for this to be all some sort of dream. But it wasn't. Her only family member was dead. She suddenly felt very hot, and sweaty. and miserable, She knew she ought to leave, and now, but she was too numb. Too afraid...too alone.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Be strong. Believe.
Be strong. Believe.
"I love you," she whispered, setting his hand down neatly to his chest. "I love you."
Think about the chance I never had to say,
Thank you for giving up your life that day...
Thomas wiped his hand across his forehead, and quickly looked around the area. His team was quickly searching the floor for any more people, since they could not go up any further. The last person left, leaving him alone. A voice came on his radio, warning everyone to evacuate the building as quickly as possible. It was going to collapse at any given minute. But he felt like they had forgotten someone...
"Someone, please help me! Anyone!" There it was, the voice of a girl! Thomas quickly trotted to where smoke had completely concealed a door. Smoke was beginning to filter down further and further, and had finally found them. Thomas coughed, but continued forward. Nothing would stop him.
Never fearing, only hearing voices calling out.
Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring it down alive.
Sight looked up as a man dressed up in yellow firefighting gear came in, and he quickly ran over to kneel next to Sight, and feel for McCay's pulse. He stood when he found one, and extended a hand to the teenager. Sight, knowing she must leave her father behind, took the fire fighter's hand. He handed her a cloth to put over her nose, so that the smoke wouldn't affect her too badly. Then they silently hurried from the room and to the stairs to begin their long descent to safety.
And you still came back for me,
You were strong and you believed.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Be strong. Believe.
They were only halfway to their destination when they stopped on a landing, breathing hard as they both heard and felt a mighty tremor that gained volume and strength. The tower was collapsing! No matter how fast they ran now, they wouldn't make it. Thomas pulled Sight into his arms, but knew there was nothing else he could do.
(Again today, we take into our hearts and minds those who perished on this site one year ago, and also those who came to toil in the rubble to bring order out of chaos, to help us make sense of our despair.)
Just as everything began to crash down on top of them, time seemed to slow. Thomas saw a man appear in front of him, a man with intense brown eyes and long, silky brown hair. He reached out for Sight, and drew the girl into his arms. Thomas let her go, tears filling his eyes. Somehow, he understood. This man could only save one life in this situation, for a reason drawn out beyond his reach of understanding. The man, Enes, nodded and he and the girl disappeared. Before time resumed it's pace and everything crushed on top of him, he suddenly thought of how he would never see his family again.
Wanna hold my wife when I get home,
Wanna tell the kids they'll never know how much I love to see them smile.
Wanna make a change or two right now,
Wanna live a life like you somehow.
Wanna make your sacrifice worthwhile.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Be strong. Believe.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Everything is gonna be alright.
Be strong. Believe.
Think about the love inside the strength of heart,
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark.
Think about the chance I never had to say,
Thank you for giving up your life that day.
(The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.)
( "Believe" by Yellowcard)