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Scott Hunter looked in the mirror as he finished tying the dark blue tie that Alexa had picked out for him to wear to dinner. Normally, he wasn’t a suit and tie kind of guy, but tonight was an important night. He and Alexa would be joining her parents at AnGio, one of the hottest and most exclusive new restaurants in Lost Haven. It was a night that Scott had been dreading. Alexa’s parents, particularly her father had been adamantly against their relationship from the very beginning. They did not believe that Scott was a good fit for Alexa, that because he didn’t come from money he was beneath her. He knew that he was in for an evening of passive aggressive insults from her overbearing father and slightly more tolerable mother, and with recent events still playing fresh in his mind; he knew that he was just not in the mood. However, he knew that this was important to Alexa, and because there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her, he was going through with what he knew would be a nightmarish night.

“Scott, you’ve got to see this.” Alexa’s voice came from the living room. Scott took one last look in the mirror to straighten his tie and give himself one last look over before heading out into the living room to see whatever it was that she wanted to show him. 

He found her standing in front of the TV with an agonized look on her face as she watched whatever it was that was unfolding before her. 

[i]What now?[/i] he thought to himself as he joined her in front of the TV. When he saw what was unfolding before him, his heart sank. The image on the screen showed an old warehouse, which had been the venue for a rather large rave engulfed in flames. 

“San Francisco fire fighters have been working tirelessly to contain the blaze, but are losing ground. Reports are coming in that there are a number of people trapped on the second floor, unable to escape because the makeshift staircase that was in use has collapsed, trapping them on the second floor. I spoke with--” Scott tuned off the television and met Alexa’s gaze.
“Go.” She said, knowing that he couldn’t just let those people die. “Do what you do best. I’ll cover for you.” With her blessing, Scott made a dash to the bedroom where he quickly changed into his suit.

Emma Kershaw knew that she was going to die. What was supposed to be a fun night out at the rave had become a hellish nightmare. She had been upstairs watching DJ Testa spin the way that only she could when it all started. Between beats in the music she thought that she had heard people screaming, but wasn’t sure if it was a part of the song, or if something was actually going on. Soon, she noticed people had started making their way toward the stairs, but before she knew it, the entire upstairs had filled with smoke, making it impossible to see in front of her. 

She could feel the temperature rising inside of the warehouse as flames shot upward, igniting the walls and ceiling. She pushed through the smoke in the general direction of where she believed the staircase had been set up. She was determined to escape this fiery deathtrap; however, her hopes were dashed when she heard the wooden pallets that doubled as the staircase to the first floor fall over. She let out a cry the reality of the situation hit her, and she knew that she would not get out of the warehouse alive. A surprising sense of calm washed over her as she accepted her fate, and she reached into her pocket and produced her cell phone. 

“Mom, I’m going to die. I love you.” She typed into her phone’s digital keyboard. Then let out a whimper as she pressed “send.” 

As she still pushed forward, not knowing where she was trying to go, hoping to find any break in the structure that would allow her to escape, she felt someone brush past her before collapsing to the floor. Suddenly, Emma felt strange. She became lightheaded and found it harder and harder to draw breath as she was overcome by the smoke. 

[i]Well, this is it…[/i] she thought to herself as she found herself unable to move any further. So she did all she could do, she reached over and put her arm around the person who had been overtaken just in front of her. She could tell that it was another young woman, and her breathing was very faint. She knew that it wouldn’t be long before the smoke and fire claimed them both.

“It-it’s alright…” she said weakly as she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, she heard a loud crash. She had assumed that it was a part of the warehouse collapsing. However, the influx of fresh air caused her to stir a bit. She looked over to where the sound had originated from, and for an instant thought that she was hallucinating. She saw a man hovering in front of a hole in the side wall of the warehouse, and then realized that her prayers had been answered. The floating man was not a hallucination at all. It was Icon, and somehow he was there to save her. 

Icon knew that he didn’t have much time. The people trapped on the second floor had already begun to be overcome by the smoke. So he moved quickly to get as many people out of the inferno as he could. First, he noted a young woman laying on the floor with her arms wrapped around another, as if she was trying to shield her and comfort her in their final moments. Icon raced toward the two women, grabbed them and threw one over each shoulder. 

[b] “It’s alright, I’ve got you.”[/b] he said as he flew them back out of the hole that he had punched in the side of the building, and delivered them to a waiting ambulance where the paramedics were waiting with fresh oxygen. He didn’t stand around for long. He put his hand on the shoulder of the young woman who had been cradling the other for an instant, as his way of giving her even the slightest of comfort, and then raced back into the burning warehouse to do what he could do for the others trapped inside.

Emma watched the blue and silver clad hero race back into the inferno just seconds after dropping her and the other party-goer off at an ambulance where she immediately had an oxygen mask put over her face and encouraged to breath. Even though she was in a bit of a haze, she knew that Icon had provided the miracle that she had been hoping for.

“Thank you.” She said breathlessly as the hero vanished from her view.