Silence followed, broken only by the sound of sirens. Kaelen sat behind the fountain, his heart hammering at a thousand beats per minute, sweat pouring off him. A girl standing nearby blinked, looking at her hands. She had been in the direct path of a falling brick, but now she was standing five feet away, safe.
His lungs burned. Every breath felt like inhaling fire because his body was processing oxygen faster than the air could settle. His vision began to blur at the edges, a sign that his "speed-well" was running dry. lightning_speed
Should this be the start of a or a standalone mystery? Silence followed, broken only by the sound of sirens
Kaelen searched for a solution. He found a high-tension crane cable, snapped and whipping through the air at a snail's pace. He grabbed the frayed end—the heat of it searing his palms even through his gloves—and began to run. He looped the cable around a structural pier, then back up toward the falling shard, creating a makeshift web of steel. She had been in the direct path of
Should we focus on the of his powers on his health?
Kaelen leaned his head back and closed his eyes. To the world, the disaster had lasted twelve seconds. To him, he had lived an entire afternoon in the blink of an eye. He stayed still, waiting for the rest of the world to finally catch up.