A raven haired teen sprinted through steel halls, red lights flashing, alarms blaring.
Two impulses fought for control over his brain. Get out and leave everybody else behind... Or stay a little longer, and try and save some of them.
He could just barely hear his father's best friend, Vlad Masters, screaming for everyone to escape. That they were in a Meltdown. Three minutes til it blew.
The boy saw meters, probably for pressure on the pipes leading to tanks filled with glowing green sludge. The boy wasn't sure if it was irradiated or had bio luminescence of some kind.
He ran past a boy. The school bully, Dash Baxter. The boy stopped.
Dash was trapped under a metal beam. If the boy left him here, Dash could very well die here.
"Fenton! Help me! PLEASE!" He begged.
The boy, Danny Fenton ran over, placing his hands on the beam and lifting with all his strength. Combined with Dash's considerable strength and Danny's leverage, they ever so slowly, began freeing Dash from it's weight.
"Stronger than I thought." Dash said, freeing himself with one final push.
Weather it was force of habit, or if Dash was so ungreatful, one would never know why he pushed Danny aside and ran, leaving Danny to his own devices.
Danny freed another man from a cable keeping his feet together. In the back of his mind, he reasoned the man was too fearful to do it himself. How was Danny keeping his head straight? He didn't know.
Once again he was left behind, but he was out of time.
Danny tried to run as tanks of green sludge exploded, and the horrid liquid flooded the halls. Danny kept ahead of it for a few minutes, via his adrenaline fueled mad dash.
Vlad Masters was laying on the ground, pinned under a massive amount of rubble, watching as an orange suited figure ran away. He glared at this figure, before he saw Danny running towards him.
'We did not deserve this.' Is all Vlad could think as he and Danny were both swept under the ocean of green liquid.