fire. [maggot]

[maggot]

what a filthy world this is..to hell with them humans!
she thought to herself, looking around with disgust. the sound of sirens and screaming children could be heard from a distance. maggot lifted her muzzle to the sky, inhaling the scent of her surroundings. a frown crossed her face for a split second.
smoke. not the type she knew so well, not the type that smelled of marijuana. the type of smoke that made her fur stand straight up. it was the smoke of a fire. close, too.
her ears perked. screams. they were everywhere.
the border collie stood, frozen in fear, as she looked on to the horizon. the sun was setting, and it was getting harder to see. not just because of the darkness, but because of the fumes that were growing stronger. there, a few blocks down, was a building. she squinted, but could only see the small amount of light through the grey vapour.
"damn these wretched eyes!" she muttered under her breath, as she took off toward the spark.
there must have been half of the town out front of the building. now that she was closer, she could see that it wasn't a tiny spark at all, it was a massive place engulfed in flames. she gasped the slightest, but had to cough the smoke back out of her small lungs. she tried to stand up on her hind legs to peer over the crowd, but finally concluded that it wasn't possible. there were too many of them. so instead, she crept around the clustered people, and made her way to the back of the business building. her eyes darted back and forth, scanning the alleyway. a few trash cans, and some rubbish.
out of nowhere, the sound of glass shattering found its way to her ears. she looked up to the fourth floor windows in alarm. they had all burst into a thousand pieces and were falling down to the ground. the only thing between the two was the helpless dog. she cowered, shutting her eyes tight, waiting for whatever it was to hit her.
"help..!" she yelped.

notes. i hope this is in the right section! :o
(i'm very new here.)
song. scared - three days grace
words. 363

[Lucas*]

A subtle reminder of the season existed in the crisp air and the breeze was nippy enough to be an annoyance. The various odors of human beings hung in the atmosphere had the potential to range from tantalizing to repellent. For instance, the lovely aroma of barbecue; it was a magical thing when a human fired up that perfect mechanism that browned particular edibles that were good enough as it was without having to be cooked. Sadly, this treat would not be received until the weather became more livable. For these few brutal months, the humans cooked within the comfort of their own home. The grills lingered, lonely and abandoned, in the backyards or decks of the bipeds until the weather was suitable for its usage. Lucas envied their style of living; it was so pliable, changing in compliance to something as trivial as the presence of clouds in the sky. Lucas's meals were consistent. He ate three times a day in rain, snow, sleet, or shine. He was dependent on the garbage of restaurants and fast food joints (residential buildings were simply too risky, humans noticed if their barrels were knocked over in front of their homes rather than their businesses). Life wasn't fair, Lucas was aware completely. If he could, he would visit the supermarket daily to purchase ingredients to prepare a delectable dish for dinner time.

This evening, the smell of barbecue was absent, yet a similar one tainted his nostrils. It was as if somebody has roasted the hot dogs, singing them black on all sides and leaving them on the grill until they were completely inedible. No, it was worse. There was no hint of meat or any sort of food at all, really, which made the entire experience rather unpleasant. So unpleasant, in fact, that he trudged right into the midst of the mess. It wasn't often that he took this route home from his daily adventures, but it also wasn't often that he participated in any adventures at all; either way, Lucas would not return here after seeing the establishment before him up in flames. Indifferent to the mess, he cared little about those inside of the structure or those trying their hardest to save what was left of the building that would currently be considered a very suitable barbecue itself--for a giant or similarly enormous figure. With a careless flick of his ears, he turned his shoulder to the flames and quickly proceeded on the homestretch, wanting to steer clear of the mess. He darted around the building, only to notice something he felt didn't belong back there.
She seemed to utter a cry for help, but Lucas was not in any particular mood to play the hero role. He simply wasn't one, he did not save damsels no matter how much distress they found themselves in. Especially if they decided to station themselves beneath a burning building with windows that would shatter at any moment. Had she common sense? Instinct should have told her long ago to get the hell out of there, not wait around for something shitty to happen.

"Sweetheart, exactly what are you doing over there?" he called, head tilted to the left as he watched as she cringed and prepared herself for death. Maybe a nutcase, he pondered for a split second, She'd probably have it out for me if I ruined her plans to kill herself. After pondering excuses to simply leave her there, his conscience overtook his indifference and he galloped to her side, taking the scruff of her neck in his teeth and dragging her less than three feet from the scene of what would have been an accident and then proceeding to release her. "Moron. You could've solved that problem with your own four paws." he tsk'ed, shaking his head with disappointment as he turned on his heels and continued his stride and snorted, uttering a quiet, "Women."

[maggot]

"make it quick..!"
she murmured below a whisper, pressing herself to the concrete. it was in that split second that she became very aware of something.

maybe it'd be better this way. maybe the gods will be happy if i've perished, so that they won't have to worry about me, precarious little me, spoiling everything. i won't have to live with this pitying rue..yes! this is what i --

the sound of paws coming near shattered her train of thought. before she knew it, she was on the ground a few feet away from her initial spot, the spot she was going to die on. (little did she know it was a fifty-fifty chance of death.) she was surprised- extremely -that someone had come for her.
she wasn't angry, nor grateful. she felt.. empty. it was the type of emptiness you feel when a family member has died. right when you go into shock. yes, that's exactly what it was. maggot was shocked.
the strangers words cut her. she had never before been called such a vulgar name. she gawked at the dog in disbelief, which quickly turned to blatant ire. maggots ill-mannered self burst through her outer shell. she snapped her jaws together, lips curled up into a snarl. "dare you call me such..such..an..impolite name!" her eyes were slits now, ears flattened against her head. she glared at the mutt, waiting for a reply.

notes. ugh, sorry this is so short.
i've been tired lately. (i really gotta work harder..)
song. mark david chapman - MSI
words. 252

[Lucas*]

Flames still flickered behind them, sending waves of heat and wisps of smoke swerving between his many strands of fur, tickling him all the way to the skin. The heat caused his nose to moisten, his jaw hanging open and pink tongue lolling out the side. Thirst made him slightly unaware of his surroundings other than the outrageous dryness of the winter air. Overall, he was extremely uncomfortable, and his paws itched to feel grass beneath them once again instead of this floor that humans believed to be so much more convenient than grass and dirt. Simply another one of those mysteries: why would one prefer an eyesore so easily blemished to the wonderful authenticity of grass and flowers? Stains disappeared in the park, one can't paint a patch of grass and expect it to remain there for years afterward.

His thoughts were interrupted by the rather accusatory tone of the female. This caused him to turn and stare at her with a scowl, anger bubbling in his chest. Talking to him like that, was she? Maybe he should have left her there to suffer the fate the burning building had in store for her. He lifted his head considerably, tail swaying to and fro behind him as he flickered his ears in her direction, as if adjusting his natural audio to make sure he had heard correctly. "Excuse me miss? I believe I would have no right whatsoever in calling you such a thing had you taken your situation into consideration. What are you even doing? Meandering about a disintegrating building as if dancing around a bonfire? Are you that bored?" he grumbled, his tone sarcastic and superior. He knew he was acting like a jerk himself, but impulse carried him over the edge. Lucas was prone to taking small things personally; her lack of gratitude sparked a somewhat inappropriate rant. However, he would not admit that. Not now, anyways. Maybe when the fire inside of him was not threatening to ignite in such a spontaneous fashion similar to that of the building before him.

A scowl upon his face, he shook his head with a sigh. The boy lacked respect, this was evident, but he did not seem to know or care. In his opinion, it was the world around him that lacked common sense and deserved to be brought down from its high horse. Of course Lucas had faith in his fellow canines and humans with whom his shared his existence, but sometimes Lucas truly believed that everybody acted, for lack of a better term, stupid. It bothered him, and the bother transformed into rage. He desired to fix this problem but the spot in his brain which should have contained the resolution was absolutely void. This is what annoyed him the most, therefore he shouted.

[maggot]

maggots snarl faded. she turned her attention to the building, the flames, the smoke. in the middle of her rage, she had forgotten about the burning, man-made structure. what drew her attention from the dog before her was the vapours, that began to manually choke the life out of her. her eyes seemed to stare right past the other dog, as if she was looking at something beyond the brute. her legs began to feel.. strange. almost like she had run a marathon, and they were exhausted; about to give up. she was just starting to sink to the ground when a deafening crack was heard. a series of rumbling followed. there was no time for fainting now, because the construction was about to collapse. "bloody hell." she whispered before thinking,
it is all their fault. pathetic, crawling, worthless humans! they did this!
maggot took one fleeting look at the male, her brown eyes a darker colour now. the glance she threw could not have been easier to understand. run.
and with that, she was darting across the alleyway, looking for a way out. the smoke had made her horrid vision even worse. while she fled, she managed to take down a trash can, and stumble down once or twice over nothing in particular.

she was looking for the light of the sun desperately, but not aware that daytime had ended. she felt loopy. her head was pounding, paw pads burning, eyes watery with irritation. maggot forced herself to take one step, and then another. she was going to get away from this fire if it killed her or not. she started to think of completely random things, such as her mother. her sweet, sweet mother that loved her so. she thought of various events from her past, she was overwhelmed with sadness and emotion. she pushed herself on, only stopping to catch her breath in what little oxygen she had. she looked back over her shoulder for the dog that had saved her from the falling shards of glass. then she thought of the anger she felt when she was arguing with him. sadness and guilt from her past, anger and irritation from the unknown saviour, the feelings all bombarded her, and she allowed herself to crash onto the cement. her front legs gave out, letting her upper body hit first. her back legs soon followed, leaving her out of breath, panting on the hot sidewalk.

maggot was not sure where she was, nor did she care. she was tired and her head hurt terribly. that was all that mattered. she just wanted the smoke to stop pestering her, and for her owners to come back and take her home. she wasn't hurt, she wasn't dying, just very, very tired. with a small huff and a whimper, she whined,
"i wanna go home."

-

notes. maggot is very bipolar and over emotional, haha.
song. mr. brightside - the killers
words. four hundred ninety-four

[Lucas*]

She was clearly struggling, and Lucas found that the atmosphere was surely enough to make one struggle. The air was thick with black smoke and he could hardly believe that he hadn't been aware of the side effects until now; perhaps because he hadn't been in such a panic as the strange female had been. Quickly, he trotted away from the scene, looking back at her with a quirked brow. He stood, pouting, realizing that it would, once again, be against his conscience to leave her there. This female was causing all sorts of trouble for him, causing him to care and whatnot. Of course, not like he wouldn't do the same for anybody else who simply happened to be in distress; he was entirely aware of the fact that he would never be able to forgive himself if he left a stranger to die.

"Come on, now. This isn't a nice way to commit suicide," he urged, wanting her to pick up the pace a little bit so he could get out of here himself. Why was she so incapable? Perhaps there was something going on in her brain telling her that it was about time for her life to be over. One of those crazies, the nutcases who weirded out everybody who came into contact with them to the point at which nobody could actually come into contact with them anymore. Perhaps Lucas should amble onward without a single look over his shoulder, but although he may be rude and inconsiderate at times, he had a fair amount of leniency under certain circumstances. Leniency, actually, may have been too kind of a word to use; a growl rumbled in his throat and he exposed his jaws as he wondered why the hell he was waiting here and if she even realized that she was holding him up.

ooc; sorry, i've been busy trying to get my shtuff together and whatnot with school and finals and things :)

[maggot]

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/lil_angel107151/MaggotTableMid.png] [scrolly:h(356),w(200),sy] at the sound of the mutt's voice, maggot opened her reluctant eyes. she stared at the pebbles on the ground for a long while before rising on unsteady legs. her paws still felt like they were on fire, and her eyes were itchy. that annoying throbbing at her temples bothered her. her legs were wobbly and felt uncomfortable. there was so much to complain about, but she kept her mouth shut. she began to walk slowly down the sidewalk. the atmosphere smelled of smoke and ash, gasoline, and perspiration. humans jogged by towards the building thats flames fought against the water that was splashed onto it. as the dogs walked the opposite direction, fire trucks and ambulances zipped by, their sirens blaring. this made maggot's ears flatten against her skull. she huffed. the pain in her right flank was starting to return. it happened often, but not lately. she earned the injury from a previous fall. a painful one. down a cliff, to be exact. "damn this bloody leg." she muttered. it had always triggered terrible memories. no. she thought to herself. i won't let that cursed woman creep her way back into my mind. and with that, she grabbed the thoughts by the scruff, and locked it away, nice and tight. this was her way of avoiding anything that can torture her mentally. she was taught this when she was a pup. maggot scanned the area. they were still in the slums, but the air was much cleaner here. breathable. she sat on her haunches, and quietly hung her head in shame. "i am sorry." she whispered, examining a crack in the cement. her voice was raspy, like that of a smoker's."the wretched vapors must have gotten to my head." _____ notes. it's okay. c: song. where the lines overlap - paramore words. 292 [/scrolly]