Lance Jackson
BOOM!
Somewhere far away in the city, fire sprawled uncontrollably. A terrible accident had caused a mansion to catch fire, and help was on the way, but it wasn't fast enough. The frightened orphans were blocked by the falling rubble and wood, trapped in a cage of fire with no escape. Outside, the few who had managed to escape were split by the adults, all terrified and crying. Was all hope lost?
One of the supervisors couldn't help but watch aghast, biting his finger in terror. In that moment, he hoped, prayed that help would come quickly. And on that moment, a heavy black cloth fluttered and cast a shadow that clashed against the fire. A lone man walked forward, his golden cross glittering around his chain while he held a bible in his hand.
As if declaring his decree, the mysterious holy man closed the bible and smiled.
"Relax bud, the kids'll be alright." Was all he said, with absolute certainty. The supervisor turned, shocked by the sudden appearance. "Who are-"
Before any other world could be spoken, the coat fluttered like a cape and he came flying into the window like a blurring shadow. Glass glittered against the fire, but it didn't matter. The smoke and flames were nothing but a hindrance, and the crumbling ruins of the orphanage shattered as they hit his body, not even scratching his muscular frame. He dug through the burning ruins, grabbing the burning stone and wood alike and carving a path to the heart of the burning household.
As he searched it, he found a teddy bear, which he picked up calmly. It took little to no time, like he could tell where they were hiding. With a deliberate motion he threw off the massive chunks of stone out of the way opened the door to the dozens of terrified children.
"Hey kids, don't you know BBQ ain't an indoors thing?" He sighed before he picked them all up on his back, an impossible feat for an ordinary man. Then again, could an ordinary man have done any of this? Just as he went in, he carved a path out just in time, leading each of them to safety while picking off the ones lost in the other parts of the burning house.
The moment the firefighters and the authorities arrived, his cross shone across the darkness of the main door's halls. The man stepped into the light, carrying dozens of orphans on his back. They were all safe, and after he left the burning building the kids were let go and hurried to the others, crying terrified, but thankful that a hero had come.
All of them, except one. A little girl tugged at his coat, to which he looked down with a cocked eyebrow. All she needed to do was point at the pink teddy bear for him to understand.
"Oh, I see." He handed it to her, rubbing the back of his head. With that, much to the protest of the others who had a thousand thanks and questions for him, he just left and waved, not even sparing them a second glance. It was just another day for Lance Jackson.
"Take care kiddos."
