It was just an accident. A freak occurrence that rarely happened in nature. And yet despite the odds, it had happened.

She knew because one moment she had been at a local Comic Con checking out the sweet TMNT booth that they had (complete with TV box sets of all things TMNT related, masks, comics, stuffed toys, plastic action figures exct.) and the next it was like a bomb had been dropped on the place.

There were a series of screams, the loud pounding of feet as people scattered in every direction like cattle in a thunderstorm. Tables and booths were destroyed in the mad rush for the exits as the ceiling of the building began to creak drawing many more screams of horror and fear from everyone as the beams supporting the heavy tampered glass that served as the building's roof began to cave.

Never one to just sit back and let shit happen to others if she knew there was even the slightest chance that she could stop it- she found herself running through the crowd as fast as she could when she saw a group of three kids, two boys about twelve and a girl about fifteen go down and lay on the floor screaming and clutching each other as the glass above them finally shattered.

Raining down pieces ranging from microscopic in size to the size of small cars upon the people unlucky enough to freeze when they should have been still moving. Growling in annoyance she maneuvered her way through the crowd to the best of her ability and scooped up a wooden sword that she had seen being sold at one of the many booths and used it to deflect some of the smaller pieces as she continued to make her way to the kids.

Carefully calculating the odds of survival for them if she managed to reach them in time to pull them from harms way. The only real problem with such calculations were that even if she managed to save someone- someone else would wind up dead. And while she didn't want to make the choice of saving herself and two of the kids knowing that the third would die (because she knew what losing a child did to a parent/parents) she'd seen it in her own family time and time again... Until her parents had both killed themselves in their grief.

How could she save just two and not another? How could she rob that child of his or her future?

The answer was simple. She couldn't. It wasn't her choice to make. Risking her life to help them if she could- that was her choice- but allowing one to be either sliced to pieces or crushed by the heavy piece of glass just wasn't an option for her. Her calculations deemed that someone had to die...and so someone would. But it wouldn't be those kids.

And that was her last real thought as she threw herself across the remaining distance and grabbed the nearest kid and hauled him up to his feet and shoved him back hard enough to knock him off of his feet and send him skidding across the waxed floor before grabbing the other two and doing the same just in time to look up at the piece of glass mere seconds before it crashed down on her head and she knew nothing more.