*This is a short story I wrote when I was in my junior year of high school, I hope you like it*
A sense of sorrow and fear gripped my heart tightly as the dispatcher's words constantly ran through my mind, "Station 70, two story structure fire on Williams Road with entrapment of a four year old male on the first floor." Mesmerized by the blaring sirens from the fiery red fire truck, warning vehicles of our speedy approach to disperse and let us through. I began to think of that terrified little boy surrounded by blackening smoke, crying for his mother. The agonizing ride seemed endless until we pulled into the bumpy dirt covered driveway leading towards the burning building. Stepping off the truck, pulling on the rest of my turn out gear, I stood praying outside the burning building, shooting flames from all directions towards the sky, darkened with thick smoke, that God would allow me to return home tonight
Bravely walking towards the glowing building prepared to face every fire fighters worse fear of dancing with the devil in the form of deadly flames. Checking the door and breathing fresh air from the air pack, I slowly glanced up towards the sky, orange and red sparks spurting in all directions. Kicking in the door hoping that a backdraft would not occur, I dropped to my knees and crawled just below the black smoke, carefully feeling my way along the walls, caving in from the flames creeping along the wooden beams above. Peeking around the corner of a doorway, my eyes expertly scanned the room for some sign of movement. Seeing nothing, I continued on until I arrived at the next room, noticing that the room was filled with childrenís toys. Proceeding cautiously into the room my hand slowly searched every corner for some form of a child who might be curled up whimpering or crying for help, at least thatís what I hoped to find. Blindly crawling even further into the room, I felt shaking hands clutch onto my arm pulling me towards it. Wrapping my cloth covered arms around the unknown figure, realizing the unknown figure turned out to be the frightened boy who had been lost within the flaming devilís reach. Securely wrapping the boyís trembling arms around my neck, covering his face from the thickening smoke, ready to take away his last breath, a hand supporting his back, I again crouched low to the ground, crawling towards the doorway that would lead us into the hall of our escape. Hearing a loud crackling noise I looked upwards in time to see wooden beams crash down around the child and me. Reaching the hall filled with even darker smoke as the fire on the second floor, secretly crept along the walls towards us. We crawled together each lost in our own nightmares, together wishing for a breath of clean air. While feeling along the walls frantically searching for the open door, water began gushing around us, which seemed to be a great relief compared to the scorching heat. Again feeling a hand upon my sleeve I looked up smiling, recognizing a familiar face of a fellow fire fighter pulling me to my feet, then taking the scared boy from my arms
Turning around while I pulled off my mask again facing the flaming devil mumbling, "You didnít win this time. When you show yourself again, youíll only know defeat, never glory." Remembering the little boy, I dashed to the medic truck where the paramedic was carefully evaluating him. Receiving word that the boy was going to live, to see another glorious morning with his family by his side. I thanked God for allowing us to survive this memorable night.