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Decolace ignited Inside of Kyle at the split second his weary eyes rested upon his broken mother. His legs buckled in an instant, the sight hit him with unrelenting vigour. Her once bright blue eyes now looked blank and lifeless; yet she gazed back at her son, emotionless.

Grief drowned Kyle as he stumbled towards her and laid one hand on her pale face, scrambling her hair away. Kyle tilted his head back to endure a much desired breath; yet nothing happened, dust filled his mouth as he choked. He gripped his motherâ''s lifeless body in grit desperation that she would erupt into life; but Kyle knew this wouldn't happen. It was as if he had already seemed to accept it, the inevitable, the torture, and the corrupt deeds that had stolen his motherâ''s life and left a wound that would never heal upon his family. He felt the warm rush of blood fill his own face.

Kyle raised his hand to his forehead and felt the gushing flow of blood melt through his fingers. He looked around frantically but his vision was only to be scorned with countless victims sprawled across the rubble of the blasted train. He scanned the room, wincing at the sight of each body his eyes fell upon until he realised a familiar face. His sister lay completely idle across broken debris. Kyle froze at the sight, he looked disorientated and battle worn. Despair flooded into his mind, his eyes became forsaken. The rushing blood was now mixing with stinging tears scattered across his face.

Kyle had grew weak, the loss of blood was beginning to take effect. He stumbled forwards towards his sibling but fell short. His body threw itself onto the wreckage beneath him, pupils faded into a misty white as his eyes rolled backwards into his skull. The throttle had rendered London Subway crippled and devastated. The harsh piercing din of the ambulance echoed around him as his vision became impaled with darkness. Only the screams of the helpless victims trapped underneath rubble were what remained of any remote life...