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Gordo neared the Celica, his heart thumping in his chest. Kate hadn't been particularly his favorite person. She'd always been incredibly smug throughout middle school and during high school. But as his eyes roved the wreckage he hoped...what exactly he was hoping he wasn't sure, but he wanted her to be all right.
He shone the beam onto the roof of the car, then darted it to the windows.
"Shit," he muttered.
A curtain of blonde hair covered the head resting her on the skinny arm.
"Kate," he called, watching her anxiously for a sign of a response.
She didn't' budge and he sighed, looking around for a sign of help. He knew that when someone had a fall or some kind of accident, that they shouldn't be moved. It didn't look like anyone who knew what to do would be coming along soon.
Biting down on his bottom lip, he stared at the car, then a faint, foreign smell crept towards his nose. Gordo sniffed the air his mind turning over many possibilities. He finally placed it, a smoldering burning smell. His heart raced he knew that he had to get her out. That smell wasn't good, he knew he needed to get her out before whatever was smoldering could become a fire, and a fire mixed with her gas tank...He shuddered and refused to think about what would happen if he didn't get her out.
Gordo quickly leaned down and cast the lone glow of the flashlight into the windshield. There was no possible way to open a door to get her out. He'd have to get her through the windshield.
"Kate," he called, tempted to knock on the window. He surveyed the car, if it had landed on the roof, she'd be dead...
Somewhere in the distance, the sky let out an angry rumble.
A foreboding sense of urgency washed over him as he quickly walked around the car. "Kate!" he bellowed, almost desperate to catch her attention.
The figure inside the car did not move.
Gordo stepped back and looked around. He pulled his foot back and propelled it though the windshield. It took several tries before it finally gave and a shower of glass sprinkled onto of Kate. A gust of wind ruffled his hair. "Kate, damn it, please move," he mumbled. He reached inside the car and grasped her wrist. The limp limb in was cold to his touch and he closed his eyes. "Kate, we got to get you out of here," he murmured.
He leaned inside the car, sliding his hands along her arms. He struggled with the flashlight, her seatbelt was off. Gordo shifted his arms tossing the flashlight out onto the road. He grasped her firmly under her arms, cupping his arms to get a grip. Bracing his feet against the road, he eased her from within the car. Kate's head lulled to the side her gently eased her body onto the road.
He pushed the blond locks away from her face. "Kate, Kate," he murmured, his hand gripping her chin and cheeks as he gently shook her face. His fingers slid to her neck, praying for a pulse.
When he felt the soft, steady rhythm he resisted the urge to cheer. He grabbed his flash light and looked back inside the car. For once in her Queen Bee days, Kate had actually been alone.
Gordo stood up, the muscles in his knees twitching in protest. He stretched and looked around. There was no one around, and he couldn't leave Kate he on the road.
Once again, he angrily pulled out his cell phone, but still no signal. His eyes searched the black sky for answers, answers he knew he wasn't going to find in the sky.
Suddenly, Gordo felt himself flung forward as a brush of heat swept over him. He flung himself over Kate as he whirled around and his eyes drifted over the fiery ball that had once been sleek, silver Celica.
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Gordo neared the Celica, his heart thumping in his chest. Kate hadn't been particularly his favorite person. She'd always been incredibly smug throughout middle school and during high school. But as his eyes roved the wreckage he hoped...what exactly he was hoping he wasn't sure, but he wanted her to be all right.
He shone the beam onto the roof of the car, then darted it to the windows.
"Shit," he muttered.
A curtain of blonde hair covered the head resting her on the skinny arm.
"Kate," he called, watching her anxiously for a sign of a response.
She didn't' budge and he sighed, looking around for a sign of help. He knew that when someone had a fall or some kind of accident, that they shouldn't be moved. It didn't look like anyone who knew what to do would be coming along soon.
Biting down on his bottom lip, he stared at the car, then a faint, foreign smell crept towards his nose. Gordo sniffed the air his mind turning over many possibilities. He finally placed it, a smoldering burning smell. His heart raced he knew that he had to get her out. That smell wasn't good, he knew he needed to get her out before whatever was smoldering could become a fire, and a fire mixed with her gas tank...He shuddered and refused to think about what would happen if he didn't get her out.
Gordo quickly leaned down and cast the lone glow of the flashlight into the windshield. There was no possible way to open a door to get her out. He'd have to get her through the windshield.
"Kate," he called, tempted to knock on the window. He surveyed the car, if it had landed on the roof, she'd be dead...
Somewhere in the distance, the sky let out an angry rumble.
A foreboding sense of urgency washed over him as he quickly walked around the car. "Kate!" he bellowed, almost desperate to catch her attention.
The figure inside the car did not move.
Gordo stepped back and looked around. He pulled his foot back and propelled it though the windshield. It took several tries before it finally gave and a shower of glass sprinkled onto of Kate. A gust of wind ruffled his hair. "Kate, damn it, please move," he mumbled. He reached inside the car and grasped her wrist. The limp limb in was cold to his touch and he closed his eyes. "Kate, we got to get you out of here," he murmured.
He leaned inside the car, sliding his hands along her arms. He struggled with the flashlight, her seatbelt was off. Gordo shifted his arms tossing the flashlight out onto the road. He grasped her firmly under her arms, cupping his arms to get a grip. Bracing his feet against the road, he eased her from within the car. Kate's head lulled to the side her gently eased her body onto the road.
He pushed the blond locks away from her face. "Kate, Kate," he murmured, his hand gripping her chin and cheeks as he gently shook her face. His fingers slid to her neck, praying for a pulse.
When he felt the soft, steady rhythm he resisted the urge to cheer. He grabbed his flash light and looked back inside the car. For once in her Queen Bee days, Kate had actually been alone.
Gordo stood up, the muscles in his knees twitching in protest. He stretched and looked around. There was no one around, and he couldn't leave Kate he on the road.
Once again, he angrily pulled out his cell phone, but still no signal. His eyes searched the black sky for answers, answers he knew he wasn't going to find in the sky.
Suddenly, Gordo felt himself flung forward as a brush of heat swept over him. He flung himself over Kate as he whirled around and his eyes drifted over the fiery ball that had once been sleek, silver Celica.