ALONE

-NINE-

They crashed. Head on into a semi.

Mea watched the semi attempt to stop as it screech hitting into the front of their car. Mea watched as the car folded as though it were as maluble as dough and the noise of metal on metal rang through her ears like old church bells. She watched the glass of the windshield implode as it rained down on her, though not a single piece cut her. It was as though their was some layer surrounding her. Protecting her. It was Ian.

Thrown from her seat, the concrete came hard and fast. Mea hit her hip first, shoulder second, and then her head followed. Ians eyes came into her view and he seemed to be lulling her softly. Soon the destruction that'd surrounded her moments ago slowly faded away, and the searing pain dulled and was over.

She awoke later to the after mass. She'd been dragged back a few meters, resting in the warm arms of a seemingly unharmed Ian. Her senses flooded back to her and she took a look around. Metal was ripped from the frames of the vehicles as though they were weightless pieces of paper blowing through the wind. They'd skidded on the concrete around us was the masses of the disaster that had just played out, and somehow, Ian and Mea stood centred in the destruction, untouched.

Ian looked into her eyes and Mea knew that he was the one condemning the mass devastation away from them. The one who saved them from being killed on impact in the car. He was able to do such amazing fetes, but he looked merely human. "What are you?" She backed away from him stumbling as she did. "What the hell are you!" Mea panicked. Nobody could survive what they just had. Not a single person. It was too surreal to even have an answer, yet Mea felt as though she already did.

Ian had took a step towards her but stopped when she followed suit in the opposite direction. Then sighed. "The real question, Mea, is what are we." He reached forward and pulled back. Soon wind blew from behind Mea and it swirled leaves around her feet. All but on touched her and as they did they burnt. Ian beamed as they burnt, and caught the last one and it instantly became green again. Impossible.

"You really are like me. How couldn't you have known? Gosh this explains how you were so cold and know so-so," He laughed. "Hot." A smile had formed on his lips.

But none of this registered to Mea. She began to slowly feel the effects of her injuries. Pain screamed through her and her head spun. She distantly heard her name being called, but she feel to her knees as fire seemed to erupt in the midst of her core. Her veins felt like glacier water ran through them, and her senses wonked. All of them felt utterly and completely enhanced. Ian's words echoed and bounced in her head. 'The real question is what are we.'