And then there was an explosion.

Even if you think of something like this, it sounded a little silly. First you walk down the street for a cup of coffee with your best friend and partner, talking about the game last night. And the next thing you know there was a big boom and everything changes in to a warzone around you. Suddenly you were in hell. For no damn reason.

There was no explanation for it. No gut feeling before this was about to happen. It just did. And now it sounded all a little foolish. Before they rudely were interrupted by the big boom Neal said something that made him uneasy. You wanted to tell him that there was no such thing as a put-up job in Baseball. Not in his favorite team, that is!

But he could never finish his sentence.

The big boom ended it all.

There was no excuse.

It was just very abrupt and rude. The first blast sounded deep and low. And when Peter and Neal were forcibly blown to the pavement, Peter noticed that the actual falling part didn't even hurt. As odd as it sounds. He was okay. Peter hit the floor at first because he was the closest near the exploding building. He watched his friend do the same. His movements were playing out like a slow motion affront of his eyes. Peter heard himself yell but his voice didn't even catch his own ears. But when Neal finally hit the floor, flames where bursting out of the building. All the windows, that didn't blew out with the first blast, exploded in the air. It was like watching the heaven sky weep of tiny little sharp crystals.

"Peter!" He suddenly heard his partner cry out.

"Neal! Stay low!" and he saw it. Those tears. Neal cried.

Neal cried. He saw the big blue eyes tearing up. His prone body shriveled in panic as he crawled to him. His face was covered in soot and debris dust, except for the wet streaks from under his bright blue eyes. It made him shivery and weak. Peter saw it all. But he couldn't help. Couldn't move.

Like he wasn't really there. As if he watched an old war movie with no interest.

A few seconds past by as the air started to cool down a bit. Maybe this was it. Maybe they could go now. Away for this. Back to the office, like nothing really happened. Peter so hoped they were out of danger again. He glanced at the shivering man across of him on the ground. There was blood tickling on his forehead and Peter knew they both must have been hurt. It was a hell of an explosion and he was sure that something had hit his leg. Or legs. He didn't feel his feet anymore. Maybe it was just the shock. He let out a groan and pushed himself up from the floor. Of course he couldn't get up. That would be to easy. So, yup. He was hurt. When he felt himself sink back at the ground he knew it had to be bad.

Maybe he was even worse than he thought.

But it all seemed over. And Peter let his eyes wander through his partner a few feet away from him.

"You'kay?" Peter slurred. He didn't even realize that he was panting like a dog right now. Something told him his whole legs were hurt. As he lay flat on his belly he could manage to crawl a little but didn't get far. But he saw Neal better now. He looked pretty bad.

"N-no…" Neal finally answered. There was blood running down from his skull now. And the blast had layered them both with grayish dust, making the blood look even more scarier. "Can't see…" Neal stuttered weakly. And there it was. Those normally stunning big blue eyes looked up at him and Peter felt himself melt down in tears. His eyes! His damn eyes were almost white, now.

"My god… Neal…" Peter stuttered. Neal shook his head in total shock. "Can't see… Can't see…" he repeated again and again. Tears fell down his bloody face. "Why can't I see, Peter? Please tell me! I am so scared…" He saw those shaky hands go up to his face.

"Don't you touch that. You need to keep them as clean as possible." Peter felt himself falter down on the floor again. His chin smacked against the hard ground underneath him. He was tired and dizzy. Besides that, his ears were buzzing like crazy.

Some waifs and strays fell down next to him. Making Neal's voice fade away. Peter didn't know what to say to him, anymore.

"It is going to be okay," he promised. He managed to get himself up again and stretched his hand out at Neal, trying to pat his foot. Comfort him. But Neal never felt that. Because a second explosion blast them even further away from the building. They rolled a few meters away. Causing Peter to scream in the sudden pain from his both legs.

So it wasn't over yet.

The blast had burned all the oxygen out of the sky, causing the deafening absent of sounds around them. The building was now one bulb of red light. Big red flames where coloring the entire sky. When his aching body came to an hold he was on his back. For some reason his head snapped backwards, only to see the big piece of iron fall on top of his chest. He knew it should have been hurt. Hell, he should be squashed like a bug right now! But he didn't feel it. And that scared him.

Then there were other pieces falling besides him on the ground. And he also knew that Neal had to be close to him. His mind was starting to blur. Neal should be alive. Even when he was cursed for being blind his whole life, he still was the smartest, fastest and clever man in his life that could run away from anything. He was fine. Neal was fine… While he was gasping in some air he felt all his blood rise to his head. There was no way he could get away now, remembering he was stuck on the floor now. Then a sudden crack in his chest made him yelp in pain. And all his strength faded away.

Everything faded away.

Peter felt almost nothing, anymore.

Nothing.

He knew he was going to die.

But then he shot back in awareness by a faint voice, a few steps away from him. NEAL! He was yelling at him! But he couldn't understand what he was saying. Neal! Oh god oh god…Peter wasn't even sure Neal was speaking words or just yelled in pain. Goddamn! He was blind. He probably thought he was left all alone! He should say something to let him know he wasn't. But there was not enough air for it. His longs were to empty.

'At least Neal was still alive, otherwise he couldn't yell,' he stated. That was an relieve.

The heat was getting too unbearable by now. Peter felt sick. He felt! He felt again! And he just wished he couldn't. Chest! My chest! ... My god… Hurts so bad…

He even couldn't move anymore. He felt so heavy. His shaky hands stumped at a big thing that lay on top of him. He was well aware of the big piece of iron supporting beam that was crushing his chest. It was starting to hurt even more when he tried to move it. It was useless.

At some point Peter really must have passed out because when he opened his eyes again the world was dark. Or was it just the smoke? He felt numb. But he still could hear the fire crackling. He heard sirens from miles away. He heard people scream. But what he didn't hear anymore was in fact… Neal.

Was he death? Where they both death?

The earth shook violently from underneath them and if Peter kept his eyes closed, perhaps for the best given the havoc and drama around him, it seemed that he had ended up in the ocean. Everything swirled. Everything rippled and the only thing you could do was brainless sway with it. There was no other choice. You were so small and insignificant compared to this roaring power.

Everything was blown away. Everything. His life. His friends life. Even his new shoes that El had bought for Valentine's day, this year.

It was all gone now.

Well ... not completely gone.

"Peter! Peter! Where are you," a distressed voice was calling out. NEAL!

Crackling sounds of someone walking through the mess were mixed up together with his own heartbeat thumping hard in his ears. He heard the younger man fall ones or twice. But he could at least walk. Peter tried to talk again but he was so weak. With the first try he was starting to fall unconscious again. Then, out of nowhere shaking fingers touched his face. "There you are. I was so scared, Peter." Neal stroked his index finger over Peter's nose and jawline, to see his face better in his head. Peter tried to smile. Hoping Neal would feel that he was still alive. And he did! He smiled back. Besides his battered face. His eyes were looking even worse now. They started to look bloody red and gray. The eyelids were slightly swollen now and Peter almost yelped for it. He looked bad. Even he was luckier than him, right now.

"What's the damage? Can't you talk? Do you… does you phone still work?" Neal tried again. His fingers were now touching the warm iron blockage that prevented Peter to talk back, or breathe better.

And when he closed his eye one moment to take in a deeper breathe there was another explosion! The whole building was collapsing right now! Neal ducked above him and screamed in panic. And that was about the last thing Peter saw.

AN: There it is. A translated chapter from a new scary story. I will continue in English from now on:) don't know what I was thinking. Writing in Dutch for crying out loud! haha. Anyway, review please. Otherwise you will never know if Neal and Peter be still alive;)

I know. I am a meany today...

X

Josie