Never Forget

His eyes filled with tears as he saw his own people die.

He ran through the streets, passing many of the people who were screaming and running the other way.

He never thought for one moment that he should be running with them.




He was the hero after all.

He had to save them. He had to.




He kept running, never wavering for one moment, since he was strong.

He arrived there in mere moments, going straight into the first tower, not even thinking for one moment that he was afraid.




He ran past the ones who warned him to go back, but he only made sure that they were safe.

He ran up the stairs rather quickly, he didn't need to stop.

He coughed as he accidentally breathed in the ash.

He covered his mouth with his shirt and held his breath.




He had found a man underneath a piece of wall, with his superhero strength, he easily picked it up and saved the man, and he then carried the man on his shoulder down twenty flights of stairs.

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As soon as he made sure the man was safe, he ran up the flights of stairs once more, two at a time, and climbed over thirty before he heard a shriek, from a woman with her husband who was trapped inside the elevator.




He busted it open and saved them both, having to wake up the man who was unconscious.




As soon as they were safe, he was already climbing even more flights, saving more people, but it still wasn't enough.




The building had started to collapse, and America was still inside.

He was still searching when he looked up and saw the roof caving in.

He ran across the room and busted the window, diving out of it and landing in a pile of rubble.

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He was knocked out, yet unhurt.

Countries can't die, so he would be okay.

But as soon as he came to, he screamed in pain, as he clutched his left breast.

He looked down and saw a long gash, and another one was forming.




He blinked back tears and looked up, seeing the second tower fall.

The new one sliced through his breast, and he cried out in pain once more.




He winced at he felt his head, the blood streaming down his fingers for only a moment when the bleeding had stopped miraculously.




The cut had disappeared also, and he felt his forehead.

A tiny scar was fading quickly on his head.

He gulped.




He pushed large pieces of rubble easily away from him, and he stood up.

He looked around and saw his people screaming and he ran, running until he reached the rubble of the first tower, looking and moving the pieces around for any survivors.