#human!marlo

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It was always hot on this personal hell, and the sand whipped around fast enough to peel the skin from bone. The stiff cloth over her face was tied down and her goggles were fixed firmly to give her some version of sight.

 Though it was a blizzard of sands and fumes, Marlo stayed hunkered down in her mod, the conditions for driving was way to barren even in her fortified mod. It was the body of a Fastback Mustang, modified and reinforced to satisfy the conditions and the enemies that ran around the hellish landscape.

The sound of a deep throaty rev of engines cut through the whistling winds. 

Was she dead? Certainly not, maybe? She could never tell, she fell down a well, and at the moment she felt like she was dead. She pushed herself up, her arm throbbed and stung as though a knife was wrenched inside of it. She looked down at her arm, the sleeve torn from the fall and she saw a dark black contusion. She probably broke it.

The ground was uneven and it was dim, she was underground for certain, but she was wondering how far. And when did a well have passageways? She rubbed her arm and looked up, not finding the hole in which she fell down. Where was Lassie when you needed her?

The blonde grit her teeth as she pushed herself from the ice covered sidewalk. She looked at her insulated cup that had emptied onto the snow. She let out an angered sigh as she finally pushed herself to her knees.

 She let out some quiet curses under her breath as she picked up the contents that had spilled from her scrub pockets. She looked at a pair of legs that stood in front of her, hazel eyes turned upwards with arched eyebrows. A hint of a smile pulling over her lips, despite the scrape on her chin and hands. 

Drinks all of the coffee: Marlo

Brings up adopting a pet: Cam

Kills the bugs: Marlo

Cooks the meals: Cam

Starts getting into holidays way before they should: Cam

Initiates the couple selfies: Cam

Forgets the birthdays and anniversaries: Marlo

Always ends up with too much junk food after grocery shopping: Cam

   A clock. A object all were born with that gave them the count down on when they would meet their soul mate, the other half that so many spent longing after while others feared the outcome of who should they meet—or if they should end up alone altogether. 

   The time ticked on relentless of what the person was doing, some even said that even after death if no one had met their soul mate the clock kept running until they did. It was a myth, but many held hope that perhaps wishes were granted and that be one of them that even in their death their soul mate would still love them. 

    Cam’s clock had been ticking, but he ignored it—ignored it regularly for he found no purpose in it. His heart wasnt one for love, he knew this himself he wasnt meant to fall into a state of blindness and reveal in it for all his life…it wasnt possible. It never happened to his mother, a woman who gave her heart to someone and had it thrown in her face and nine months later he was born from it. 

     From the urge to love someone, but them not loving you back. Did that make him overly cautious or jaded to the idea of love altogether? Maybe, he didnt linger on it nor did he linger on the fact that she killed herself when he was only seventeen leaving him in the care of his elderly grandparents. 

     He was grown now, and they were long gone. The idea of being alone wasnt as far fetched and painful as it use to be when he was a kid, and so he lived his days peacefully. Being a fireman brought him joy, his dog made him happy, his best friends were there for him as well—he didnt need a soul mate not when he was perfectly content with who was with him now. Working a building fire, was a normal thing for him and he knew exactly how to go about it. The procedures were instinct now and he went through them perfectly, except when a little girl got stuck in the building. 

    It was going to come down, all of it each beam falling and bricks tumbling carelessly to the ground shattering. The archways were light up like a firework display, smoke billowed high as he moved swiftly over fallen debris the black smoke thick and blinding as he pressed forward. It was taking too long, far too long until he finally heard a cry a muffled and choked sound that echoed in his head.

    He’d found her, she was curled under a burning bed her face buried into her arms facing the floor. He ushered her out, her pleas and coughs echoing loudly as she screamed at the flames that almost lashed out at her. The window to his far left was open the ladder placed and another fireman waiting to take her down, carefully shifting her to him Cam maneuvered to make his way out the window when the floor underneath his collapsed.  

    Everything went black after that, pain radiated constantly even in the pitch black that had consumed him and he felt like eternity passed in it. His life slowly displaying behind his eyelids, the feeling languid and tired as if they were drawing slower and slower until a familiar noise echoed into the darkness. A beep, constant and loud beeping every second. 

    The familiar sterile scent breached his nose, and slowly his eyes fluttered. A blurred vision of white walls entering his gaze, as he blinked the vision still blurred at the edges a hospital room came into view. The beep still echoing in the back of his ears, as he felt the nose piece that was supplying him oxygen his blue eyes light up. The faint burns on his arms still stung, but he ignored it as he pushed himself up the heart monitor picking up. 

    As he shoved himself up more the monitor echoed loudly its tone becoming Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep , until the sound of footsteps drew closer. The cracked door of his room swinging wide, and a blonde woman stopping in her tracks to look at him. His eyes drew wider for a moment as he looked at her, she was gorgeous—he knew women that were beautiful and pretty…but she was phenomenal to him. 

   She moved toward him her blue gaze narrowed onto the monitor and a stern look to him, and as soon as she got close she froze. It took him only a moment when he felt it too, his blue eyes looking down to the clock that he so adamantly ignored most of his life…it had hit 00:00:00.

   His blue eyes took her in before he felt the faintest and most tired smile slip onto his lips, as he spoke. “I didnt think I’d ever see an angel." 

It had been on hell of a day. Marlo leaned against the nurse's station desk, her finger massaging her temples, warding away the tension headache that had been building. The ICU had been way busier than normal. With one surgeon gone because of maternity leave and two nurses were at home with the flu. After a moment of taking a breather, Marlo glanced up at the clock as it reset to 0000; she had only been on the floor for four hours and she was only a third of the way through. 

Though as she finally found the tension in her neck slowly receding, an alarm went off at the station, indicating a patient's heart monitor had reached a pace to which it should be checked. Marlo pushed off the counter, to glance at the screen that indicated to what room was on and she rolled her eyes. It had been a firefighter that had a floor collapse underneath him. The damn man came in with broken legs, and burns littering his body. No doubt the man of duty was trying to get up and get his bearings. Well, Marlo was not in the mood to play sympathetic.

She moved quickly, her stethoscope bounced against her chest as she moved, before she pushed open the door with a narrowed gaze. When she stepped in she felt herself stop, and her hand came to her chest feeling it flutter against her rib cage. Was she having a heart attack? Probably, she had drank about three pots of coffee.

Though when she grew closer her eyes widened at his exposed wrist, where the digits read 0000. Oh hell. Marlo glanced down at her own wrist and she rolled her eyes, seeming unphased by the fact she had found her soulmate, really she could not have care less. Though she did feel her heart race in both anxiety and excitement. What do you do with that kind of information? Though when he spoke she looked down at him with a scowl before she put her hand on his chest to push him back down in the bed.

She took his bed control and hoisted the bed up to about thirty degrees so he wasn't lying flat, and after he was sat up she hung the control on the bed. "Yea, and angel that will give you a mandatory shot of morphine to make you stay still. Your legs are broken, you can't be getting up and you inhaled a lot of smoke so you need to rest. Now, if you need anything press the call light. It's better than hurting yourself any more. Understand?"

A pounding headache railed against Jake’s forehead the second he woke up, quickly accompanied by the stench of heavily flavored alcohol. He began to rub his forehead, but quickly noticed a cold, hard object attached to one of his fingers. On closer tactile inspection, he found it to be a ring. On his ring finger.

"What in the hell happened last night?"

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The plane's captain came over the speaker, the monotone voice crackled and buzzed into the body of the plane announcing the weather, how much longer the flight would be, and that the plane would be hitting some air pockets so there was going to be a small amount of turbulence. Marlo slouched in her chair, her eyes staring out the window that yielded only dark grey storm clouds that looked angry. She fiddled with the strings on her Superman sweat shirt, the white braided threads worn from her constant fiddling. Her hazel eyes moved from the window to the rest of her classmates. Some busied themselves with their devices, others imitated her blase stare out the window, counting the seconds until the plane would land in the terminal and the rest of their trip could begin.

Marlo was here as a contest winner. It was one of those essay contests her high school, along with other sponsoring high schools, participated in and the winner one a trip to spend a week camping in Toronto Canada. Personally it sounded wonderful, she enjoyed camping and the challenges that came with living in the wilderness. Of course the teenagers along with herself were all going to be residing in cabins for the week, so it was not going to be the kind of camping that Marlo was looking for. It'd be fun regardless, Marlo just liked an excuse to miss school and it had the added bonus of being a paid vacation! What more could she ask for? Nothing, that's what.

She was brought from her deep thoughts when she was suddenly jerked forwards with the force of a piece of turbulence. The fasten seat belt was turned on and she sat up straight in her seat and fastened the seat belt across her lap. She tightened for extra measure too. Again she jerked around in her seat by the force, she could hear the bags in the storage bins rattle along with the tray tables that were still out. There were a few concerned teenagers that spoke out about the oddity of the force, only to reassure themselves that it was 'normal'. 

Of course, Marlo did not want to add in the fact of all the planes she had been in there had never been this kind of turbulence. Thought, she didn't want to add to their fear.

That was until the plane started to shake, as though a giant toddler took hold of the body of it and started to shake the contents. The lights flickered on and off, and the rattling could be heard throughout the entire plane. Marlos fingers curled and dug into her chairs armrests unconsciously, she tried to stow her fear away but it was hard not to when the plane shook as it did. 

"Turbulence my ass..." 

Suddenly, as if responding to the negativity in her statement, the plane lurched to the left, slamming Marlo and the other window seats against the wall of the plane. The sound of a thunderous metallic scream pierced through the body of the plane and the oxygen masks that she always brushed off as never needing to use. She reached for the mask as the ear shattering metallic grind and howling winds filled her ears. 

If she had looked behind her she would have seen the tail end of the plane had vanished and more of the body was starting to crumble and fall off from the force of the storm tearing into the layered metallic body.

It was not long until she lost consciousness, what with the lack of oxygen and unequal pressure.

Marlo awoke some time later, and the first thing she realized she felt was a splitting headache. One that made her vision blur and her stomach twist and lurch. It took a few moments to realize she was fastened to her seat, to which was on its back. She reached down, her fingers ached as she lifted the buckle and rolled from the seat. Her stomach  twisted and she vomited onto the grassy ground, and for a moment her vision was clouded with black stars. She continued to dry heave before the initial shock she was in (unknown to her) wore off. 

She finally was able to push herself to her knees and look around. Around her were pieces of metal twisted and torn that littered the area. There were trees, grass, and the bits of plane. Did they crash in the forest?

Marlo pushed herself up from the ground, her steps more unstable than a newborn fawn as she looked around, in sheer disbelief to what had happened. Though the pain that surged through her arm and head banished the thought of this being a dream.

She looked to her arm where a large gash that stretched from her elbow to her shoulder. Her sweatshirt was torn and blood stained the grey sleeve. She brought her hand to her head and felt the a sticky warmth that had run down her her cheek in chin. 

She was brought out of her self assessment when she heard heavy foot falls and a heavy breathing.