"Look out!" Somebody yells as I begin crossing the street. My dark, dirty blonde hair, tucked under a black beanie, had obscured my view of the street, making me oblivious to the bus making its way toward me. Paralyzed, I can't move out of the way as the four thousand pound hunk of steel bears
down on me. Suddenly, a mass slams into my stomach, knocking me out of the street onto the wet Cincinnati pavement. 'Someone tackled me out of the way...' I think to myself as I struggle to regain my breath. Whoever tackled me is incredibly heavy, and they lift their head from my stomach, looking me over with coppery-brown eyes. "Are you okay, miss?" The breath is knocked from me again.
My savior is Mark Edward Fischbach.
