The operator began to ask questions, which Anna answered. Catching the eye of a bouncer, she waved him over. He moved surprisingly fast for someone so large, but that was probably because his bulk was not made out of fat. A point of her finger was all she needed to do to inform him of the situation.
"The police are on their way," she yelled over the music. Eyes wide and nodding, he began to coordinate the evacuation. Sirens replaced the music, blue and red flashed from the outside replaced the strobes. A flood of people pressed against the doors. One person fought against the crowd.
"Anna? Anna!" someone was shouting and pushing their way through the throng. It was Michael, not Nick. Her friend, not her boyfriend.
"Over here!" she waved. His arms found her first and he crushed her in a tight embrace.
"Thank god," he squeezed her tight before letting go.
"What's going on? Someone's talking about a bomb," they were almost out of the club. Just a few more feet. The police were directing them to safety and had begun to work on the scene.
"I found one back..." she turned to point when it happened.
The club exploded in fire. The walls were reduced to splinters, the windows shattered, fire fed on the spraying alcohol. Anna and Michael were flung forward, two dolls which looked broken on the ground outside the club. Anna saw blue and red flashing. And then darkness.
*********Scythe Girl needs a name! Submit your suggestions in the comments!*********
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Club fall down go boom! On that note, I do think you make it a little bit obvious that it's going to explode before they get out of the club.
ReplyDelete"Two dolls which looked broken" might work better as "two broken dolls".
My vote for ScytheGirl? Aislinn