The old mansion

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As the flames licked at his feet he staggered about the dense crowd, knocking into bodies as he tried to get to the doorway. Panicking to reach the exit, he got to the entrance and he looked at the others as they tried to exit, some appeared successful as they left, while others were lost, in amongst the crowd.

“Get out of here, if you haven't, there is no way out.” The boy yelled, as he looked at the flames and the walls beginning to creak.

As he was trying to dodge the burning guests and see the front door, the flames burned a hole in his back, the heat searing through his clothes and his flesh. Blood was pouring from the wound, as he fell to the floor. He tried to crawl to the doorway and pass a group of people, but failed. Then he tried to speak, but could only wheeze, as his lungs were too damaged from the smoke and flames. He finally gave up and stopped moving.

The boy looked at the man who had just stepped in front of the crowd and had tried to save him, his expression was oh-so confused and his soul had just been severed in an instant. Part of him understood what just transpired, but he didn't understand why it had happened. He was just about to speak his thoughts on the matter, but then he just lost his life.

The man had a hard time getting out of the crowd, as they began to push on him. Finally after being surrounded, he escaped and ran from the burning house, to his awaiting carriage. He rolled over to inspect his body, but there was nothing left. All the clothes were blackened and burned away. He looked at his hands and arms, but could not find any burns or burns scars. There were cuts, though, as where parts of his body were burnt. He did find some pain as he moved about, but it wasn't very painful as how he was trying to describe it.

He picked up his racing top hat, still burning from the fire, as he stuffed it into a pocket. Looking to his arm, he grabbed it, as he held it close as he looked at his new coat. He had burnt the cuffs of his sleeves, and then he looked at his hand and saw a red mark, as if he had received a burn. He grabbed his left arm and began to examine it, but all he could find was the red mark.

He just sat against the wall of the carriage, as he looked at his burnt physique, in his hand. Shaking his head as he looked at his face, he looked at the burned flesh, on his nose and lips. He walked up close to the window, as he looked at the white snow with the sun glistening off of it. He didn't know what to think, nor who to blame, to be left alive. He just stared at the snow, with his charred face, as he relaxed against the back of the coach.

He then withdrew his top hat and held it against his chest, as he looked up at the sky. The sun went behind a cloud as a black cloud moved in front of the sun, with a thunderclap. He looked at the hat, as it was drenched with rain. He just stared at the smoke and flames, as it blanketed the house, along with the snow. Then he lost his soul in such a magnificent distraction, with such a wonderful disaster.

“It's starting to rain.” He said, as he looked into the window.

He took a bottle of brandy, as he enjoyed the rain on his face and the coldness against his hands and knees.

As the rain continued to pour, the man removed his coat, as he threw it into a small empty room. He placed his coat on a chair, next to a window, where he sat under a blanket as he looked at the rays of sunlight through the window. His skin was red and scaly due to the burns and he looked very sickly.

He held the bottle to his skin, still burning from the flames. He was supposed to be in his mansion, in an elegant party, with a man who would marry him and it never happened. It all came crashing down, as it all seemed so hopeless. He just sat there with his skin burning, underneath the blanket, unsure if anyone would ever find him.

As he noticed a yellow puff of smoke, he stood up and looked at the door, unguarded. He kept his head down as he walked over to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. He had a key in his pocket, but he was frightened, as he attempted to reach it. He turned and ran down the small hallway, as he walked into another, much bigger room. He had no idea where he could go and he didn't have time to think.

He began to wander through the house, looking for something to grab, anything to grab. All he wanted was a drink to soothe his burning chest, but he knew there wasn't anything in the mansion that he could take. He ran across the room and approached a staircase. He looked at the end of the staircase but couldn't see anything. Looking downward, he noticed a dark hole in the floor, he grabbed the small railing and quickly dropped down.

As he dropped down into the darkness, he looked up and also noticed a tunnel, black with no light, but with a slight orange glow, from the light from the room above. He walked into the tunnel as the sound of screaming grew louder in the tunnel.

He walked through the tunnel, but he couldn't tell if he was walking directly in the middle or if he was just walking in a circle. He kept hearing screaming, but the screams were in his head, as if he was hearing those screams. He couldn't help but ask, what sounds were cursing at him.