AN: I keep forgetting to put up disclaimer but hey, I think we all know I dun own Twilight. If you didn't, I pray for your mental well-been. : P

By the way, I forgot to thank everyone who has read E.T.S and reviewed or alerted or added to favourites!

Now on with the story...

Previously on Edward the Saviour:

The floor beneath her became weightless again as the crack spilt, causing the lockers and three students to fall to the fire-filled floor below.

Coughing, cracking, blasts, drumming...Edward Cullen tried to make sense of the surrounding noises. Realising the drumming was within his own ears, the bronze-haired boy identified each of the other noises as he sat up, shrugging debris from his hair as he did.

Crackling...fire.
Blasts...fire.
Coughing...Bella...from the fire.

Finding new energy, Edward rose to his elbows, through hazy eyes he looked at his surroundings. A white glow attracted his attention, from it stepped forward a figure he never thought to see again.

Mam?

"Edward...get up!" Her voice was demandingly kind, like it used to be when she called him for school, or demanding he tried to tame his hair. She stood before him, a faint white glow surrounding her, growing dimmer as his sight focused.

"Edward...get up!"

In a blink of an eye, his mother disappeared, Alice Brandon standing in her place. Giving up at trying pulling Edward to his feet, Alice panicked in the fire filled room and did the first thing she thought would get Edward up.

Smack!

Rubbing his cheek, Edward felt a bolt of adrenaline from the shock, and slowly climbed to his knees. The last of blurriness left him, allowing the bronze-haired boy to fully see his environment for the first time.

And to see how terrorising it was.

Standing up shakily, Edward took one slow step, then another, though he heard and saw Alice's frantic gestures aimed at the falling lockers, his mind just wouldn't registered them. His mind was fogged, clouded by the image of his mother.

Did this mean he was dead? Or was it all just a terrible nightmare?

"EDWARD!"

Bella's scream pulled him back to reality. Shaking his head slightly, eyes squinted through the smoke, he moved as fast as he could in his injured state to where the lockers fell.

Pulling debris off of the metal, Edward soon discovered her door; one corner was bent out, allowing him to see inside clearly. Pressing his face against the heated steel, his eyes scanned the darkness, fear flowing through him.

Emerald eyes met chocolate brown, both showing the terror each other felt.

Silence filled the car park, leaving the two first years to stare, one in shock, the other in fear.

"Amanda?"

Waiting for her friend's reaction, Melinda Black dreaded Amanda's reaction to this shocking revelation. Amanda still stared though not really seeing, eyes glazed over in shock.

"Amanda?"

Mel waited, knowing how dangerous it could be to approach the unstable blond. Suddenly, snapping her head up sharply, Amanda Cullen finally spoke.

"You're a Culchie?"

Gulping, Mel nodded once, still watching for any sign of violent or angry outburst. Seeing none, she waited for Amanda to speak again.

"I don't like Culchies..."

Leaving the sentence hanging, Amanda eyed her friend evilly. "I'll give you to the count of three-"

"But Aman-"
"3"
"But I-"
"2"
"AHHHHHHH!"
"1"

Mel ran, Amanda hot on her heels, running for her life back towards the school.

"Edward it's not budging!"

Inside her steel prison, Bella Swan cried out to her friends. Both Alice and Edward had tried pulling, taking turns kicking and in desperation punching the door but it still wouldn't shift.

Why must I have the most secure locker in school?

Panicking, Bella tried too to move the door, once again failing. Outside, the fire climbed the wooden doors of the toilet cubicles, swallowing everything it met in an intimidating crack.

Choking from the smoke, Bella pulled her school jumper over her nose and mouth in an attempted to breathe successfully. Alice and Edward had copied her moments later, barely being able to see let alone breathe in the thick, throat clogging smoke.

With eyes stinging, Edward focused once again on the locker began to panic, watching the fire creep up the wall and surround them. For one slight second, her survival instinct told her to bail, to leave Bella. Shaking her head franticly, she made up her mind.

I have to stay.

As though reading her mind, Edward turned to face her. Looking up from his kneeling position, his voice was a mere whisper. "Get out of here Alice." Looking upon Edward, Alice had a dilemma, his voices said go, but his desperation cried out for her to help him.

I have to stay!

Glaring at him, she showed her decision by kneeling down next to him. Eyes locking for a moment, the two friends resumed their rescue attempt. A thought struck the tiny pixel, one that could free her friend.

Jumping to her feet, Alice ran to the side of the locker. Crouching down, she clasped the bottom of the steel and heaved with all her might.

It didn't budge.

Edward looked up from the door, eyebrows rose in confusion. Knowing she needed help, Alice quickly explained her plan. "If we get the lockers out of here we can spend the whole of next week breaking Bella out!"

Edward couldn't help but smile at this new hope.

Quickly jumping over the set of lockers, Edward stood opposite to Alice. "On 3!" Both took in a deep, smoke-filled breath. "1!" Edward tensed, ready to try lifting the enormous weight.

"2!"

Alice gripped the end of the locker tightly, feeling it slip slightly through sweat soaked fingers. The intensity and heat was boiling her alive, now her main goal was making sure her friend didn't suffer that literal fate.

"3!"

Both jerked up sprightly, taking the full heavy weight of the steel lockers in their hands. Alice walked backwards, closest to the door. She could see the brighter corridor just beyond the doorframe. Edward pushed the locker set into her stomach, urging her to move forward faster.

But sadly, they were not fast enough. The fire crept along the ceiling, burning through the remaining support beams of the third floor. As the fire raged, the beams began to fall.

Fall...onto the three students below.

Okay, I must make an announcement...I'm addicted to cliff-hangers!

I just loooove them so much!

Anyway, What will happen? How will the gang escape now? Edward haliucinating? What will happen to the newly known Culchie? And what about Mr. McTag?

Find out, only on...this fic! Lol ;P

Mel out :)