Jamie H

“Bang!” The door opened, smashing against the wall as if lightning had struck it. “Can I please have an x-ray, for my thigh?” he asked. “It hurts badly.” I took him in. He walked slowly, an elderly man he was. He had a very croaky voice, like his throat was filled with dust. We walked into the room quietly to see the scanner with the green flashy bright light in the dark area. I sat there and waited as he got onto the roller bed and placed his leg under the scanner. It was approaching the end of the day and the x-rays were closing up for the day. That evening, I hopped in the elevator and went down to the carpark. I burst out the doors like nitrous was running through my veins. I ran to the car with my bag on my back as I stumbled along the way. I opened the door and threw the bag in the back seat of the sedan. I slammed the door aggressively afterwards.

I woke up all of a sudden. I took a glance at the clock. Sitting almost motionless it indicated it was 7:45am, fifteen minutes later than I had wanted it to be. I jumped out of the blankets and quickly started getting dressed, ignoring the fact the dog was barking at me. I ran out my bedroom door, grabbed Fluff the dog aggressively as I stormed out the front

door, locking it behind me. Meanwhile Fluff was licked me endlessly, as he cleaned my hand until it was mushy with slobber. I stormed down the stairs and ran out the large glass front door with the wooden trim. I walked outside and jumped into my sports sedan and drove off, as I plonked Fluff in the back seat. I slammed down on the accelerator down the hill towards the park with the orange leaves which stood tall enough to watch us from our heads. I drove past all of the smokers in the slums. I took the closest park. I snatched Fluff out of the back seat and opened the door ignoring the oncoming traffic. I slammed the door shut. I started walking to the crossing. I looked for traffic and bolted across the road as if nothing could stop me. As I entered the parklands to the beautiful orange trees swaying in the wind. Watching over us step after step to the smell of smoke. The trees looking gloomy in the dark grey skies. I continued walking past the trees. I came to a holt to feel something tapping on my back. I turn around, astonished, to see a little boy, with dark grey hair and jeans with holes in them. “Excuse me sir,” he muttered with a shaky voice.“The hospitals on fire.”

I see a little boy. “Excuse me,” I asked. “What is your name?”

“My name is James,” the small boy replied.

I looked beside me to see the building infested with smoke. I thought deep about why it's on fire, realising I shouldn’t leave this boy or he will die. “Come on!” I screamed. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

“No!” the little kid screamed. “I want to investigate.”

“Look... look, there!” The boy chattered making a tappy noise with his teeth. “A person is running out of the building; maybe we should follow.”

“Alright,” I sighed, having had given into something I didn’t want to.

We ran off down the hill through the parklands whizzing past all the trees as the scent became stronger. Within minutes we had caught up with him.

“Hands in the air!” The policeman ordered menacingly. We were raising our hands with the dog on my left and by the boy also cuffed on my right side. The police walked over to us and scanned us individually with gadgets like what you would see in an airport. The scanners checking our body with laser like security searching us for weapons carefully. They had checked us and let us free by then the criminal had well and truly gone. They began uncuffing us and we bolted back through the the park. I screamed to the boy over the loud shouting aeroplane. “Do you want to come home with me?”

“YEESS! I have been on the run ever since my parents had died three months ago,” he screamed at the top of his voice.

We were jumping into the car driving home with James and the dog in the back seat. We started driving to see the cops on our tail as we were crossing Brooklyn Bridge. They were accelerating up to us. The policeman in the passenger seat opened window squeaking as if the tyres were spinning. “Would you like to help us find the criminal?” he screamed bearing at the top of his lungs.”

I knew I had to say yes. We turned around at the end of the bridge and called for more search parties. Eventually there were five search parties. We continued driving around corner after corner. We still would not find him. The fuel tank was reading low. The last few puffs of horsepower came out as the engine shut down. The police cars stopped behind me to see what had happened. It was well after midnight and James was sound asleep. I was wondering to myself if we were ever going to find him. Thankfully, there was a fuel station up at the corner and I was running to the station as if I was the Flash. Within seconds I was there and was picking up the fuel bucked carefully in the frosty windy streets. I kept walking back with the smelly liquid and flicked open the fuel cap and popped some fuel into the blood thirsty V8 engine. We left the station in a hurry and started driving off to the apartment making some noise.

The next morning, I woke up as exhausted as an owl during the day. I was moaning as I got up out of bed. I woke up James. I walk to his room with yesterday's clothes clean and smelling nice. “Do you want to go out to sky view?” I asked him, handing over his clothes.

“Yes, of course,” he responded, yawning meanwhile. Within ten minutes, we were out of the apartment. We jumped in the car. As I slammed the door shut clipping in my belt and driving off. Within minutes of flying around corners we were there. Luckily, we got a quick park. As we were stopping we were jumping out of the car and running directly into the very back of the line which was not very long.

Minutes later we were at the counter and we had paid the $10 fee to go up the elevator. We walked into the large tall glass elevator and were going up to the very top where the restaurant was. It took a couple of minutes to get up there and we were about to walk out. The man next to me was crouched down on the floor with some items as we arrived at the top. The elevator started to smell smokey and the room was heating up. I screamed, “Fire! Fire!” I screamed. As I ran straight out the elevator door. I began sprinting tugging James out the door. I saw the man had a cigarette lighter. I don’t Know how got it through security, I thought. James began sprinting to follow me step after step. Soon everyone was following behind me running straight down hundreds of steps, evacuating as quickly as we could. As I reached the door, I turned back towards the elevator. I saw the man with fire burning from his jumper. I knew the fire would not stop growing bigger and bigger as it spread. It would take hours to get under control.

Thank god. We had made it out. Thankfully I closed the elevator door leaving stuck in the elevator to incinerate with the fire as the Empire State Building was now saved. With everyone out and now safe. The city was safe. No doubt he would've caused more trouble if he wasn’t captured by the fire. The building was still burning and was nearly ashes as the firemen had arrived. The skies more smoggy than ever with the thick layer of it in the sky. Still everyone panicking as the skies became worse. The fire now under control as we could start to see the remains of the world famous building a burst in flames. The building was now hosed down and the fire was gone I scanned the ashes of the building with James sticking in the ashes by my side.

All I found of his remains was an extremely filthy cigarette lighter. I returned back to the crowd. The remains of the elevator was a rusty cable and numbered button panel. I could hardly see the stairway that saved us all from this treacherous fire.

“Excuse me sir,” the old lady said wonderingly. “Are you the one who saved the beloved Empire State.”

“Yes,” I replied. “Now who are you.”

I am the mayor of New York and I hereby give you this medal,” she croaked.