Here I Am Not

I walk along the sidewalk, crowded with people as usual. People push past others, the honking of cars drowns out conversations, babies are crying, all is as usual. Except this time, the adults are screaming too. Everybody is running in one direction, literally climbing over each other in an attempt to flee the danger. The honking is more frantic, but most people have deserted their cars in their haste. There is only commotion and chaos.
But then there's me. I walk in the opposite direction as those fleeing. Nobody seems to notice. It's almost like I'm passing through them, which makes sense, because I am. I step over a trampled body, even though it's not really necessary, but the idea of stepping in dead people makes me want to gag. And then, at the end of the crowd, there aren't as many people running. The sick, the tired, the elderly, they all are trying to keep up but they just can't. I don't have time to stop and help them, but if I do this right, I won't need to.
Once out of the crowd, I solidify into visibility, and begin to run. I look up to see the ship of all ships, crashing into buildings, breaking off into burning pieces that fall and shatter cars. A tiny man in an iron suit pushes up against the ship, trying in vain to slow it down. But all he can do is yell at a large green figure to help him. On the ground, a man is firing arrows to blow apart the falling pieces before they hit the ground, hitting most but missing a couple. A man with a shield runs around throwing his shield at things in an attempt to cover for what the arrow dude can't get. And a lady with red hair rushes to try and help the civilians, while another redhead works magic to slow the falling pieces. All in vain.
I run up to join the men on the ground. They seem surprised at my approach.
"Get out of here kid," one turns to me while his shield is in the air. "Run!"
"No."