I was walking back home from work. In the light of the streetlights I could see the slight rain that was falling. I didn't bother putting my jacket on or even hold it above my head, I just let the rain fall on me.

A melody was tuck in my head and I had no idea where it came from. I hadn't written anything to something like this and it wasn't a song that already existed. I hummed the tune while waiting at a traffic light when suddenly..

A car drove through a red light causing another car to swerve and directly coming towards me. It all happened so fast, I couldn't get out. I'm going to be crushed by this car. My life is over. my final reaction was to close my eyes and wait for the end.

I suddenly felt how someone grabbed me and the ground underneath my feet disappeared. This is it, I'm flying to heaven. My guardian angel has come to get me. I wanted to open my eyes but I was too afraid so I didn't.

Then I felt how I was put back down and the hands let go of me.

'You can open your eyes now, you're safe' a warm voice said. A masculine voice that was rough and strong, it made me feel safe enough to do what he said.

I slowly opened up my eyes and saw a young man, about my age. He was wearing black leather pants with a black T-shirt and also a black jacket. He had beautiful blue eyes and short brown hair, his face were full of freckles.

'What.. how.. when.. why?' I asked stuttering while looking around. We were still in London but on a roof of a house. How did we get here? And who is this dude? But most importantly, how come I'm still alive?

'You were about to get hit by a car so I saved you' he said

'How?'

'I flew you up here'

I felt how my mouth fell open and my eyes widened. 'Flew? You flew?'

He smiled. 'Yep'

'So what are you? Some kind of superhero?' I asked sarcastic. No way I'm believing this stupid story. I'm getting punk'd here, no other explanation comes into my mind. People always make fun of me because I believe in superheroes and magic and this.. this is just them having another laugh with me.

'yes actually' he said serious. Alright, or he is a good actor or this is actually real and he is a superhero.

'Why did you save me?' I asked. I decided to believe him since his face was quite offended because I didn't.

He raised his shoulders. 'That's what I do. I save people'

'Thanks' I said 'For saving me'

He smiled warmly. 'No problem'

'What's your name?'

'Danny Jones, what's yours?'

'Tom Fletcher but I mean what's your superhero name?'

He laughed. 'Just Danny'

I narrowed my eyes and looked at him. He wasn't anything like I imagined a real superhero would be. He wasn't extremely muscled or wearing a special maillot. He doesn't even have a hero name!

'You're not real are you?' I asked and he frowned.

'Of course I am'

'Alright than.. catch me!' I said and jumped of the roof. While I was falling I realized how stupid that was. Of course he isn't going to save me! And if I'm not dead already I sure am going to be now.