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Shattered Like Glass: Scene 03Blaze arrived in the front carriage of the train, knowing Sam had run out of room to run. She took a breath, striving to calm herself, as she reached out to her pupil with a fine-boned hand. Abruptly the floor was thrown out from under her, her feet skidding as gravity refused to play, noise pounding her bones as she began to fall.
Crunching, whistling, screaming. The train rapidly decelerated, derailed and fell sideways. Blaze's hand grabbed something solid and she hung on for dear life. Blackness was absolute, and she couldn't see or hear Shockwave. The floor was gone, Blaze swung by one arm from a slick metal rail and she didn't know how much longer she could hold on.
What happened next was far stranger than anything so far. The train groaned and buckled, as somehow it found its way roughly level again against the spin of the derailment. Blaze gasped as her arm muscles tore and she dropped back to the ground. What was going on? Screams from the other passengers, sobs and wails replaced the shattering of glass and the crunching of broken engineering. Could it be over? Where was Sam?
The teenager was curled up childlike, half under a seat. Blood dripped from a bust lip, and she looked like she'd be badly bruised at least. However she was breathing and her pulse was strong as Blaze took the moment of relative peace and tried to coax Sam to waking.
"Sam, come on, wake up," kneeling, Blaze lifted the teen into her arms, brushing Sam's dyed hair back from her face. With a spluttered cough, Sam was suddenly writhing away from her teacher looking dazed.
"What happened?" Sam asked breathlessly, as Blaze took the girl's jaw and tried to see if she had concussion. "I'm fine Blaze," Shockwave decreed, pulling away. "Just tell me what's…"
Her words were cut short by a thud as deafening as a plane taking off, and another one, and another. The whole train rocked with the force of the attack, making the trapped passengers scream and wail louder. Blaze stood, stepping past Sam towards the driver's cab, trying to figure out what was going on.
A wrenching sound not unlike a rusty door being opened or a tooth being pulled filled the air. Sam covered her ears and pulled a face. Blaze couldn't help but wince, holding on to a handrail and watching as the driver's cab was jerked apart. A huge hand, at least twice the size of a normal man's, pushed and pulled at the unresisting metal. The fabric of the train bent like grass in the wind. Blaze realised another mutant was at work here. She turned back to Sam in a flurry of fiery energy and lashings of red curls.
"Get to the back of the train, use your powers. We need a safe exit to get these people out." It was an order, and whilst Sam would normally rile against it for that fact, she too could see a huge red-booted foot kicking in the front of the train. Whoever was attacking the vehicle would be in here any second. Sam ran.
"Listen to me!" Blaze shouted to the other passengers above their own noise and the noise of the mutant still breaking in. "Go to the back of the train! Don't run; help each other!" No one listened to her, too panicked to understand that the twenty-five year old Englishwoman might have a point.
Indignant and afraid, Blaze grabbed the nearest passenger by the scuff of his neck and forcefully threw him to stagger after Shockwave. Further up the train she could hear Sam doing the same thing, getting people to their feet and pointing them to the rear of the last carriage. Finally people seemed to be getting the idea and Blaze could turn her attention back to the events behind her.
She'd barely turned back to the ruined front of the train, bracing herself as a wave of Shockwave's power rippled through the vehicle. A small cheer accompanied Sam's new doorway opening, but Blaze didn't notice as the crushed body of the train driver was flung at her feet. His skull was flattened, oozing blood and brains like a bug that had been stepped on. Blaze gasped, eyes drifting from the dead man to the goliath who wrenched himself free of the last remnants of metal that barred his way…