Grave V *not for the easily scared*

He came to, lying on the ground with sticky blood all down his face. He jumped up, and looked at his house. It was ablaze and starting to fall apart. He shielded his eyes, and pulled the door open. “ARE YOU THERE?” Henry called into the raging flames. He ran down the corridor, and into the font room. The carpet was ablaze and there were broken chairs everywhere. The sofa was billowing smoke, which collected round the singed ceiling. He heard a muffled cry from the centre of the room, and jumped into the flames. His arm was badly burned, but he didn’t notice as he saw the huddled body of his sister. He picked her up, and smashed through the ground-floor window. He rolled onto the floor, and his vision started to blur. Henry couldn’t move his legs, and just lay there, as Asher started to shake Sally.

“Sally… Just speak to me… please…’ he shook her more… and she just lay there, lifeless. Asher bowed his head in a moment of thought. He looked over to Henry. “Are you awake?” he paused for an answer. Henry dared not reply, as his breathing was wheezy and he could not move. “Good…” Asher placed his hands on Sally’s forehead, and they started to glow. Henry could see a trickle of shining-white-water flow from Asher’s chest, to Sally’s. She sat up, and started coughing. Tears streamed down her face, and she hugged Asher tight.

“Th… th... th… thank you.”  She sobbed. The she looked up. “OH MY GOD! HENRY!” She ran to him, and screamed as she saw his shin-bone sticking out the side of his left leg. Blood was everywhere, and the world was slowly spinning. Asher jumped to his feet.
”I’m going to get the others.” He jumped back through the broken window, slashing a huge scar across his pale arms. He knocked into a set of draws, sending a pile of china crashing to the floor. His shoes now in tatters, the burning hot china cut his foot open, and then burnt the wound. He gritted his teeth, wiped the blood from his face and ran back upstairs.

Sally saw a 2^nd story window smash, and a body was thrown out of it. Her mother came crashing to earth, landing in the rosemary bush. Her hair was nearly all burnt off, and her face was badly burnt. Asher came crashing out into the garden, after her. He landed on the grass with a sickening crunch. He lay in an awkward, twisted position for a while. Then with a grunt of effort, he pulled himself to his feet and limped over to where Sally was lying with her mother. He crouched down next to them. “It’s going to be ok, sally. Don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine.” Henry used the last of his energy to sit up, before passing out again. The last thing he was Asher hobbling over to him, and looking worried. Blood leaked into the corner of his vision… and then all was black.