Demarion's eyes wearily flickered open as he lifted his head up, separating it from the road he had been lying face down on. A variety of senses returned to him as he blinked, allowing the scene before him to filter through. He could hear heavy rain pelting the ground, voices shouting and screaming for help, and the crackling of a fire which was engulfing the entire street that lay before him.
From what he could see through half-closed eyelids, he was in a quaint little village that was surrounded by a forest, paved roads and a water fountain a small distance away; something that couldn't have been placed more conveniently in the current situation, as people were running back and forth carrying containers of water from the nearest source possible.
He groaned as he forced himself into an upright position, snagging his sleeve on a lone shard of glass before he dragged himself out of the way of any vehicles and over to a patch of grass on the corner of the road. He became gradually aware of the fact he was completely drenched in rainwater and covered in scratches, not to mention that his shoulder felt dislocated, yet the people surrounding the area were too preoccupied with the spreading blaze to notice him. Not that he cared of course; he was too busy focusing on one thought and one thought alone:
I can't remember anything.
He knew his name: Demarion Walker.
He recognised his location: Ashcombe Village, in the country of Enixas, which was situated between the UK and Iceland.
He couldn't remember what had happened. He couldn't remember how he'd got there. He couldn't remember any of his life before waking up a mere few moments ago.
In a desperate attempt to resurface some memories and get a better view of the situation, he pushed himself up off the ground, allowing himself to lean against the one remaining lamppost that was still functioning. It emitted a faint light to counter the darkened clouds in the evening sky above, but the glow from the fire just rendered it useless. Cradling his arm to his chest, Demarion surveyed the chaos as it unfolded like a movie, completely in awe at the power that fire- one of earth's natural elements- had over humans, despite being in such a technologically advanced country as Enixas.
Houses- or at least what was left of them- lined both sides
of the street; bricks and rubble making a mess of what would
usually have been a tidy and idyllic community. The howling
wind was so strong it was knocking countless people off
balance, and in their clumsiness, several would drop the
heavy containers of water they were trying in vain to douse
the flames with. Trees which would usually be so green and
full of life were turning to ash; the branches blackened and
burnt to a crisp. The earth below was now blanketed in soot
that fell from the sky and smoke was billowing up to an
unseen height as more and more people lost their lives in the
It was as if he'd woken up in the middle of a nightmare.
Demarion couldn't quite work out what had caused the disaster, but from what he'd observed he could only assume it was due to lightning strikes from the vicious storm that was ripping its way through the village. His line of sight momentarily skimmed the sky as a shooting star passed overhead, barely visible. There were firefighters everywhere he dared to look; some trying to extinguish the inferno, others risking their lives to rescue those unfortunate enough to be trapped inside it. There was a particularly unpleasant smell of blood drifting with the warm air that brushed his face, and Demarion soon detected the source as he spotted the crushed bodies underneath fallen trees and house rubble.
The street as a whole was just in a big panic, no-one really appeared to have any substantial use in the current situation aside from the emergency response teams.
"This is one hell of a thunderstorm..." he breathed out, throat raspy and rough from all the smoke he was inhaling. He then proceeded to ruffle his hair with his spare hand (the other still being held to his chest), to rid it of the falling ash and soot that was embedding itself atop his head. He appeared conceitedly unconcerned about the present happenings, unlike all of the panicked citizens dotted up and down the road, as he was more anxious to find out what had occurred in the time before he woke up.
Sighing, he slumped against the lamppost and took off the black jacket he was wearing, to counter the heat. After wringing it out over the grass, he tied it around his waist and lifted the neck of his grey t-shirt to his mouth, in an effort to lessen the amount of smoke he was breathing in.
He caught a glance of his face in a nearby puddle, catching sight of the cold gaze that stared back at him with grey eyes. His hair was of average-length with a fringe that reached his eyebrows, but was of a dark blue colour. He found such a thing quite frustrating as his appearance seemed to differ drastically to everyone-else, and it made him stand out; something which he immediately disliked the thought of.
As he became lost in thought, he narrowly avoided getting
consumed by a wave of water as an ambulance tore through a
rather large puddle near the pavement. Instead of cursing
after it- something he very much felt like doing- such a
thing was just what he needed to give him a wake up call
however, as he finally snapped to attention and forgot his
quarrels for the moment.
Drawing in a deep breath to keep his focus- consequently making him gag from the smoke- he looked around at all the people in the situation.
Paramedics... Firefighters... Villagers... I don't recognise anyone here.
In his frustration, helping out wasn't high in his priorities, but as his gaze scanned the surrounding area it rested upon a girl with long mousy-brown hair. She was being carried out of a crumbling house in a stretcher, but Demarion only got a glance at her before several people crowded around the ambulance she was being carefully loaded into. Judging by their reaction, he guessed this was the first person they'd discovered still alive, which had clearly given them some modicum of hope.
A man with a gruff voice shouted over from a few metres away, barely audible over the roaring flames, but Demarion got the idea that he was being yelled at for standing around idly without lending a hand. However, he paid the man no mind and strolled nonchalantly over to the nearest car, sitting down on the bonnet just as a frenzied shout echoed from behind him.
"My parents! Are my parents okay?!"
A teenage boy had come hurtling in his direction and practically thrown himself at one of the firefighters. Demarion watched as the boy's expression turned from anxiety and worry to fearless determination as he tried to push past and gain access to a nearby house, but was held back. A paramedic had made their way over to treat him for shock- apparently they thought putting a blanket around his shoulders was going to help- then gently coax him into the ambulance, away from all the chaos. The boy refused to budge until he was forcefully urged over to the vehicle, but even then it was obvious he was just itching to break free and sprint into the blaze.
From what Demarion could hear, the boy was called Sean and had parents who were still inside the burning building, but it was unknown as to whether or not they were still alive. Screams increased in volume as an entire tree fell and crushed one of the paramedics, while Demarion observed curiously as Sean slipped out of the red blanket he'd been cloaked in and advanced on the firefighter who had previously refused him entry to his own house.
The boy snuck around the back of him, then over to a fallen tree and crawled along the ground beside it, out of sight if it weren't for his messy reddy-brown hair protruding above the trunk. Luckily for him, everyone-else was too panicked and preoccupied to notice, and he climbed through the newly created hole in his front yard fence before dashing into the house.
"What the hell is he doing?" Demarion's eyes narrowed. "Is he trying to get himself killed?"
Sean entered through what was left of the front door, but moments later it crumbled and blocked any attempt at an exit. Sighing and deciding he should probably do something, Demarion cautiously headed in after the boy the same way, but went around the side of the house and climbed in through a smashed lower window instead.
"Kid!" he shouted over the fire as the flames heightened. "You in here?"
There was no response.