Cried Out Fast And Furious Written for Carla Summary: A snapshot into meeting death. Leticia “Letty” Ortiz cried out. Mia shifted, Dom’s arms circling around them both. The sky seemed dirty, fire and smoke. The air hard to breathe, thick and cough inspiring, settling in the throat. The sight overwhelmed the three, Letty especially. She was strong; a rock warmed by the sun, firm and solid, her world black and white. Nothing abnormal, nothing to scream about except in the embrace of Dom’s heavy weight against her body. She worried herself over cops and street gangs but death itself spoke riddles. The end of days approaching grabbed at Letty and wouldn’t let go. “Dom,” Letty said and it was that one word alone that had the power to set things right. His arms grew tighter but he said nothing. Mia began to cry. Letty closed her eyes. Religions all across the world filtered inside her mind, leaving a nasty sense of shock. None of religions had the answer as to why the sky burned. Why the world turned upside down. People have finally done it, Letty thought. War had consumed every second, every person, eating away at good, truth and life. There was nothing out there that could save them. Missiles grasping at innocent people ruled now. Firearms were the dictators of who lived and who died apart from today, when the greatest threat turned out to be the sky and the planes, dropping bombs left and right. The urge to clutch a steering wheel beneath her fingertips, the speed of out driving everybody else took Letty. She yearned for Dom and cars, like a child yearning for ice cream on a hot, sweaty day. Her world started and ended with high speed. Letty opened her eyes. Closer, closer yet, the fires burned. The sky spitting into two, threes, fourths, from areas yet to meet the big one, to places left abandoned, no life whatsoever. Dom, her man, failed to run this time. He had wanted to meet death head on and now, together, the three would. Just a matter of time and with a tic and tock, time had just about run its course. “It’s getting closer,” Letty spoke again, filling the silence between them. She felt like an alien in her own skin, watching, holding her breath. What does it matter? Fighting a winning force was nonsense. The aircraft and rivaling army had almost reached where the three stood. War had finally come to them. “We could still run,” she said but knew the answer already. Where could they run? All of United States was under attack. It wasn’t in her nature not to fight. It just hurt staying still. Waiting... Dom’s arms fell away. And it hit. Leticia “Letty” Ortiz cried out again. She was the only one that did. The End | 
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