The sudden explosion jarred Barbi out of her coma. She felt herself being flung from the couch, followed by the hard thud of her ass colliding with the floor.
She opened her eyes slowly, and almost wished she hadn't. Her living room was engulfed in flames. It looked like a scene from hell, a place she was sure she was going to end up if she didn't start moving soon.
"Not so fast sis." Layla stumbled into the room, her clothes charred, her hair burned. She looked like a stumbling zombie.
"Layla, what happened?" Barbi tried to stand, but found herself suddenly very dizzy.
"Just sit back down." Layla smiled. "Don't fight it Barbi. Let the fire take you. It would have been easier if you were still asleep, but you never do anything the easy way."
She ignored her sister's commands, and stood, catching herself. She took a shaky step forward, and began to glance around the room, trying to find an escape route. At the same time, she refused to take her eyes off of her sister.
The heat was becoming unbareable. A few more minutes in that place and she would be cooked alive.
"Where's Kurt?" Barbi suddenly remembered that she hadn't been alone when she had passed out.
"I said sit down!" Layla screamed, her fists balled at her side, her eyes scrunched shut. "I said sit the hell down and die you bitch!"
When Layla's eyes snapped open Barbi suddenly realized that there was very little left of her sister in that charred shell. Whatever was standing in front of her was someone else, and that someone else was getting ready to attack her.
Without warning there was something Barbi could only describe as a thunderclap.
Suddenly Layla's body went rigid. Her eyes went wide. Then she fell to her knees.
Standing behind her, an unconcious Kurt hanging over his shoulder, a badly wounded Rick at his side, was Gio, gun in hand.
"Come on." He motioned for Barbi to walk towards him.
She took one careful step, then another. She started to pick up speed. That is, until she reached her sister's body.
Layla's eyes were still open, her mouth slack. She was dead.
Barbi felt Rick grab her arm, and pull her out of the living room, into the hallway that led to the main foyer.
"No!" A shriek rang out. Barbi turned just in time to see Layla sit up and reach out for her. "You can't go! You can't leave me!"
Barbi wanted to run back. Layla was still her little sister. She didn't want to watch her die, not like this. The only thing that kept Barbi from turning around and running to Layla was Rick's firm grip on her forearm.
Without warning the living room ceiling gave in, burying a still screaming Layla.
Barbi couldn't help it, she screamed. She tried to run back, but Rick had her, and was now pulling her down the hall, and then out the front door.
The second the cool, night air hit Barbi's skin, she passed out.
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