The Lightning Storm
Nov 29, 2013 0:16:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2013 0:16:35 GMT -5
{ OOC| The Eleventh Doctor and @eighth.
Mostly canon except Fitz's age was bumped up. }
Mostly canon except Fitz's age was bumped up. }
The sirens wailed in his ears, and Fitz clung tightly to his mum. Muriel, Otto, and Fitz had been shopping when the siren had begun to shriek its alarm. As they made their ways to the shelter, someone brushed between them roughly, pushing Fitz away from his parents. Wide grey eyes blinked in alarm and he let out a startled little whine as the seven year old tried to chase after them. “Wait!” he yelled, wincing as people slammed past them, knocking him down.
Someone paused to help him up, but the woman beside him whispered that it was the kraut kid. Fitz watched helplessly as the couple made their way off. Soon, the streets were empty, save for the balloon things in the sky. Fitz picked himself up, his school uniform ripped and dirty now. “Mum? Dad?” he called, running forwards to find the shelter. He had been over this before – he was supposed to know where the nearest shelter was. He should know it.
But the siren was so loud and Fitz covered his ears, whirling around desperately. “Mum? Mum!” he shouted, running off in a random direction. He heard the first explosion a barely two hundred meters behind him, and Fitz whimpered, tripping. His knee scraped against the road, leaving blood from his knees and hands where he’d caught himself. “Mummy?” he whispered, crawling off the road and under someone’s stoop, pulling his knees to his chest and putting his hands above his head.
Someone paused to help him up, but the woman beside him whispered that it was the kraut kid. Fitz watched helplessly as the couple made their way off. Soon, the streets were empty, save for the balloon things in the sky. Fitz picked himself up, his school uniform ripped and dirty now. “Mum? Dad?” he called, running forwards to find the shelter. He had been over this before – he was supposed to know where the nearest shelter was. He should know it.
But the siren was so loud and Fitz covered his ears, whirling around desperately. “Mum? Mum!” he shouted, running off in a random direction. He heard the first explosion a barely two hundred meters behind him, and Fitz whimpered, tripping. His knee scraped against the road, leaving blood from his knees and hands where he’d caught himself. “Mummy?” he whispered, crawling off the road and under someone’s stoop, pulling his knees to his chest and putting his hands above his head.