To the Guest that reviewed last chapter: Seriously, you are really good. I was going to have her sister be in the second book, with ice powers, but I wasn't going to have her be a villain. Now that you've brought it up, though, it sounds like a good idea! The question is, why would she be evil or angry towards CJ? What would make her want to attack CJ?

Not a long chapter, but not short either. Not sure if I added enough of her thoughts, but enjoy!

Chapter 10

The two men were staring at her as if they hadn't heard her, or she had been speaking another language. She gaped at them, especially at the man in the chair. Mr. Terrific? "Did you hear me?"

He lowered his eyebrows slightly. "Yes. I did."

She looked between him and the screen frantically. Her voice rose an octave and grew rushed. "Are you kidding? Hurry up and send me down there! They're not going to be in that car much longer. They're going to die. It's tipping over the edge. The fire department won't make it in time, and I don't see anyone else around."

He looked like he was going to object, but she cut him off before he could. "I don't care if I'm not a League Member. Those people aren't going to make it unless you send me down there right now." She knew that the two weren't going to be on that bridge much longer, that it was going to fall. She saw that people could possibly be in danger of death, and that she could save them. What, with a teleporter six feet away, she could save these people. Her gut begged for him to understand. She needed to save those people, because no one else could.

Mr. Terrific looked up at the screen, seeing the accident. He must have seen what she had saw; that there was no time for someone else to save the people in that car. Their only hope was someone who could get there in two seconds. He must have seen it in her eyes, too, because he nodded. "Alright."

CJ nodded back and turned, but a hand grabbed her upper arm. She turned to look into Wallace's eyes. "CJ, you can't do this. You have no training. You could get hurt." She didn't see the worry in his eyes.

She glared at him, upset that someone was telling her not to save someone in distress. He was her acquaintance, but they didn't know each other that well. That was what CJ told herself. "It doesn't take training to smash in a window," she snarled at him. She didn't know why she had snapped at him.

Before he could say anything else, she ripped her arm from him and approached the circles. She needed to save these people. Deep down inside, some part of her was saying that it would make up for what she had done her first few seconds in this world. She ignored those thoughts, though. She was doing this because those people needed to be saved.

She stood on the closest one, then turned back to Mr. Terrific. He was typing away at the keyboard for the moment, then turned to her. In one quick moment he threw his arm out to her, and she saw something small and black sail through the air.

On instinct she reached out and caught it, then looked down at her open hand. It was a small ear piece, some kind of Bluetooth. She looked up at him, questioning. "It's so you can tell me when to beam you back up," he told her. She let out a deep breath, putting the device in her ear. She nodded to him, then waited. She ignored the worry and anxious glance from Wallace. He didn't understand.

Within moments, a white light surrounded her, and CJ looked up to maybe catch a glimpse of where it was coming from. She didn't see it, but instead a pulling sensation ran through her, like her blood was trying to escape her veins. Then dizziness filled her, and she felt she would fall over, that the world was spinning around her. Then, it was all gone, and she was normal again. But she was no longer on the space station.

The bridge looked familiar, and it took a moment for her to remember that she had been teleported to the bridge from the screens. She immediately turned, taking in her surroundings. The many cars stopped, people stepping out of their cars to see what was happening. A few just standing, staring at the crash and the car hanging off the bridge, not doing anything. Some stared at her, seeing her materialize from random white light.

CJ immediately ran over to the silver car when she found it, but gasped at how close to the edge she was. She closed her eyes and shook her head. She was here to save whoever was in the car. She pushed the thoughts of heights away and peered into the car. A woman was in the front, turned, her front half in the back, trying to unbuckle a child in the back. He was staring at his mother, crying. He couldn't have been older than eight, and she was fumbling with the strap, trying to pull at it. It wasn't unbuckling.

She looked up when she saw CJ, and CJ could see her yell, "Help my son!" She had tears in her eyes as well, and was frantically trying to get her son out of the dangerous situation.

CJ snapped out of her daze and grabbed the handle of the door. She opened it an inch before it hit cement. "Hold on." she told the woman. "I'm going to get you out of there." She didn't wait to get a response from the woman.

She urgently ran to the other side of the car, but didn't even bother with those doors. The front one was hanging off the bridge completely, and the back one was crumpled and dented. She ran back to the other side, and caught the woman's attention through the window. "I'm going to break the window," she told her through the crack in the door. The woman nodded, continuing to try and get her son out of the falling car.

CJ wasn't going to bother trying to break the window with her elbows. She had seen it many times in movies, but knew that it wasn't that easy in real life. So instead, she decided to use her powers. Drowning all the background noises out, she closed her eyes and placed her palm on the window. She took in a deep breath, then exhaled. Then she did it again.

Reaching deep down into herself, she grabbed the fire and brought it to the surface, but only in her arm. Slowly, the temperature rose, just enough to melt the glass she was touching. It slowly fell away, and she cleaned it away with her still hot hand. Just when CJ was about to reach in and melt the kids seatbelt away, trying her best to ignore the stare of the bystanders, the car lurched forward.

It began to tip forward, jerking the mother inside back towards the windshield. She and her son both let out screams of terror, as the front of the vehicle gained more weight.

CJ grabbed the car out of instinct, but she wasn't strong enough. Her powers were fire, not superstrength. The screeching of metal against stone hits her ears, and she flinched, releasing the car, being so close to it. In her flinch, the car lurched forward again, leaving a large gap in the cement railing of the bridge.

Screams from the car and the bystanders watching from the bridge filled the air. CJ stared in horror at the gap in the railing and the view of the harbor beyond it. It was only seconds after the car fell that CJ felt herself move forward. Towards the gap, and the water. Some kind of instinct drove her into a run and to leap off the bridge. She didn't have enough time to realize that the lives were lost, or that she had failed. She knew deep down inside that she had to jump after them.

It was crazy. Human instinct was to stay on the bridge, not deliberately jump off of it. She had to be nuts do it. But she had, and she was falling, all instinct as her arms led the descent down.

When she heard the car crash into the water, it seemed to wake her up. She saw the water near, and began to flail. Hitting the water from jumping so high was going to hurt. And she was going to slam into the car. She didn't know why she had jumped. She was seriously going to be injured after this.

She closed her eyes prepared herself for the impact. Where she should have hit the car, or at least the water, by then, she was still in the air. The wind was no longer hitting her face from the speed of her fall. She couldn't feel the pull of gravity. Was she in the afterlife?

She dared an eye open, and gasped at what she saw. She was about six feet above the car, the one that was slowly sinking into the water. She had no idea how she was levitating. Then she saw the fire everywhere, and realized that she was using her powers. Her powers. She was flying. And she immediately knew that she could only fly while on fire. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew.

She also didn't know how to control it, so after about five seconds of the levitation, she dropped to the water.

The water was cold, and CJ immediately rose her temperature and the water around her. She strained to keep her eyes open as she furiously searched for the sinking car. It was only about two feet from her, and with some kicking, she grabbed the open window. The car's weight slowly pulled her and the two in the car further down.

She didn't bother to look for the two, already struggling to keep her eyes open. Besides, she couldn't waste any more time. They were running out of oxygen. Instead, she closed them, and felt blindly inside the car. She felt hair, then clothing, then the strap. CJ's hand, the boys arms, and maybe the mothers, were in the small space that the three of them were trying to occupy. She gripped the strap, up near the top towards the roof, and focused. She concentrated on only raising the temperature of her arm, but mostly her hand.

When she felt the strain loosen, she released the strap, and felt the boy slowly rise, finally free of the belt. She grabbed a fist full of shirt, and gently pulled the boy towards the window. With some struggling, the boy, followed by his mother, squeezed out of the window.

As CJ released the boy, gently shoving the two towards the surface, she felt all the air leave her lungs. She closed her eyes, trying to push the pain back. Only a few more seconds, she told herself, swimming upwards. Or at least she thought it was up. She was pretty sure it was up. She was desperate for oxygen. Her muscles tightened, and the temperature rose within her, fighting for the air. Was her fire taking over again?

She broke the surface and immediately inhaled, swallowing some water in the process. She began to choke, and her head sunk under water once again. She flailed, and breathed air again. She breathed heavily, flapping her arms to stay above water, searching the water around her. She found the mother and boy, perfectly fine, coughing the same as her. The two had swam to the nearest leg that held the bridge up, where there was a small little ledge, a feet above the water line. There, the mother lifted her son up onto the ledge, and she held on so as to not sink under.

CJ was about to follow them when she sunk under water once again. Black dots began to spot her vision. She didn't know what was happening. She was a fine swimmer, and was breathing again. Then she realized that her body had went numb. She couldn't truly feel herself struggling to stay afloat. She tried to continue kicking, but didn't know if she was anymore. She must have stopped all together, because she fell under the water again, completely submerged.

She felt herself roll and shift, and then she was grabbed by the arm. Her face hit air, and she inhaled. She felt someone holding her under her arm, holding her above water. Whoever held her swam, bringing CJ with them. Soon, CJ saw the leg of the bridge, where her rescuer grabbed onto the ledge. Through her hair, CJ could see the mother, holding on to CJ and the ledge, keeping all three of them alive.

CJ smiled weakly at her strength. CJ had gotten them safely out of the car, but this woman was the true hero. She had true spirit to save not just herself, but her son and some stranger as well.

She blinked, suddenly struggling to keep her eyes open. She saw the rise of the sun. The streaks in the sky were so beautiful. And was that a bee? There was a low buzzing, but they were in the water. Did bees fly over water?

Strangely, those were her last thoughts before she slipped into unconsciousness. Did bees fly over water?

If you didn't know: CJ was obviously flying on her way down through the air, on fire, of course. And the whole jumping off the bridge and flying thing was off pure instinct. Yes, normally, her instinct would have been to stay on the bridge. But CJ wasn't normal anymore. Deep down inside, she knew she would have been able to save those people somehow, and that's called instinct.

I'm also not sure if she had burnt that seat belt, would she have rose the water temperature too much? It might have gotten uncomfortable, but hopefully it was possible without hurting the poor boy. Any science geeks wanna pitch in here?