Aly’s POV

I feel the faint tremors through my shoes. It’s not an earthquake. The tremor is too spaced out and getting stronger. It’s as if…

My eyes go wide in horror. 

Crap, I have to act fast or the number of deaths really will be 23! 

I turn around to face oncoming traffic. 

I really hope they stop in time! 

As soon as I spot a lull in the traffic, I hop out into the street and wave my hands and yell so they see me. 

The driver doesn't react in time. 

I end up on the hood of his car; sore, even with adrenaline pumping. At least I knew it was coming and braced. It’s a good thing the city speed limit is set to 30 mph. 

The driver of the car leans out the window shouting as the drivers behind him honk their horns, “Aye kid! If you gotta death wish, do it somewhere else! I got footage of the whole thing you ain’t getting a dime off me!”

I manage a smirk as I nod at the caring gentleman, letting him know he got his point across. I hold my ribs, really hoping that nothing is broken. 

Since only one of the four lanes has stopped, I shuffle into the other lane, this time without incident so that at least 2 of the 4 lanes are clear on the bridge. 

At this point pedestrians are starting to crowd, wondering what's going on. Some have their phones out already recording. 

Drivers start getting impatient and honk their horns. But I ignore them and take a deep breath, much to my pain. I turn to the pedestrians on the bridge. 

“Oi kid, get off the road!”

I utter one word, just before chaos erupts. 

“ELEMENTAL!”

Just then, a shadow drops from the sky and lands in the middle of the bridge. Cables snap under the unexpected weight of the object that shatters concrete on impact and sends some debris flying into the air. The two lanes of traffic that I wasn’t able to stop didn’t have time to react. 

A small dust cloud forms at the impact point, making it hard to see but pedestrians on the bridge run to safety on either side. Out of the dust, a silver car sails into the air and crashes into a red car. The silver car flips onto its hood and slides a distance before stopping. Meanwhile the red car speeds into the railing and hits a lamppost that falls hard onto it’s top and caves-in the driver's-side door. 

Once the dust cloud clears I see the unidentified comet that landed.  It’s a bare, muscle-bound-back of an absurdly large man in nothing but leather boots and a fur pellet around his waist. The large man doesn’t even acknowledge people or his surroundings. Instead, he dips down low then jumps into the air, leaving nothing but a crater in his wake. 

Cars that made it onto the bridge either swerve their way to the other side or u-turn to get back to safety. No one takes a step or dares to drive over a bridge that just got rocked.

All that’s left on the bridge are the 2 cars that crashed. Even the honking drivers behind me have gone quiet. Some have even gotten out of their cars to see the disarray. 

A few cables snap, as the creaking of metal echoes through the city. Sirens sound off in the distance. I stare out at the bridge, watching the shadows fade out one by one.

It looks like my job here is done. I guess the bridge didn’t collapse afterall…

I take a seat on the curb, grabbing my side that's starting to ache even more, especially when I breathe. 

“Oi, ah, kid, you okay?” The driver who hit me finally asks as he comes around his vehicle to the curb. 

Better late than never I guess. 

I nod, “The 1st responders should be here soon enough. It’s best to not go on that bridge until they check it out first.” 

He simply nods repeatedly in utter shock of the situation. Easy to sympathize seeing how if I didn’t stop him, then he’d likely be dead or in a wreck right now. 

Just as I relax myself for a job well done, the crackling of concrete makes me whip my head towards the bridge. The crackling gets louder until a giant tear reaches from the start of the bridge to the end where I’m sitting.