I owns nothings.

Ulrich veered off from Yumi and Jeremy. He ignored their cries of surprise and kept running, weaving through the forest paths. He needed to help Odd. He just hoped that Yumi would stay on Lyoko.

Ulrich vaulted over a low hedge and ran out into the street. A boy younger then he was riding a skateboard. Ulrich took the board, calling over his shoulder, "I'm sorry! I'll give it back! I promise!" He sped away before the boy even had a chance to notice him.

Ulrich sped as fast as he could in the direction of the dying ambulance siren. He heard it, even though he knew he was still about half a mile to a mile away from it. That only made him go faster.

Luckily, the traffic was heavy. Ulrich knew that the ambulance wouldn't be getting anywhere fast, even with the bonus of flashing red lights. Plus, he had a sneaking suspicion that that particular vehicle wasn't heading for the hospital.

Ulrich moved swiftly in and out lanes of cars. He was closer now. Only a quarter mile away. He was almost in sight of it...

He saw it.

The only problem was, there was a bridge between them. And it was going up. Fast. There was no way he'd get to Odd in time if he didn't make the bridge.

Using a burst of energy powered by two-thirds adrenaline and one-third fear, Ulrich rocketed through the last through lanes of traffic. As he was drawing nearer to the ever-widening gap, he closed his eyes, said a quick prayer, and let himself sail over the edge.

Ulrich seemed to hang in the air for a millisecond. He wanted to pull a "Yikes" sign out of his pocket, like in the Roadrunner cartoons. But he didn't have time. He was already over the gap.

And the ambulance was right in front of him.

Everybody should experience this once in their lives. Ulrich thought. It wasn't a happy event; far from it. But the rush of anxiety coupled with fear and pure exhaustion worked in the exact right way to make him go a hair faster then he had been going before.

Within seconds he was level with the ambulance.

This was going to be hard. Ulrich knew that. He had to keep propelling the skateboard while opening the door and getting ready to attack a person who was going to want to kill him. Oh yeah, that was hard.

But Ulrich did it. He had the door open, and was tempted to shout "ready or not, here I come!" but of course, didn't.

Because laying deathly still on a table was Odd. And he was surrounded by three guys, all carrying lethal-looking knives.

Ulrich lashed out with blind hatred. He back-handed one of the doctors, feeling a couple of teeth knock loose. Before the others had time to react, he had kicked one just below his double chin, hearing the satisfying 'crack' of the neck snapping back.

The third one rushed at Ulrich, brandishing the knife. With Ulrich's training , he was able to swat it away easily before giving the guy the best round house kick he could in the confined space.

As soon as he was sure his assailants weren't going to be attacking him anytime soon, Ulrich rushed over to Odd. Smoothing back his friends blond hair, he listened for signs of a breath. Nothing.

He felt for a pulse. Negative.

Ulrich beat his fist against the metal table and fell down, sobbing. Why? How? These were the only thoughts that Ulrich had space for in his mind. He needed to know why Odd wasn't breathing, and he needed to know now.

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