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Grace towards the opening, supporting her head and
neck as carefully as possible. There was no time for anything else,
no time for stretchers and supports.
    “ Pull
her out,” I called urgently to the faces at the door. “Support
her neck and head.”
    They pulled her carefully to safety as
I saw sparks cracking from the back of the car. “Get out, get out
now,” I heard from outside as I turned to see the driver dangling
awkwardly, her body limp and lifeless.
    I stretched further and reached for her
strap to free her. It was twisted and caught, unwilling to come free.
Outside people were trying to pry open the fused door on the drivers
side, the bent metal locking her in.
    “ A
knife,” I shouted, “I need a knife.”
    I felt for a pulse as the people
outside started searching for a knife to cut her free. It was faint,
her heart beginning to falter. The sparks continued to fly at the
back of the wreckage, each one threatening to light up the fuel and
turn the car into a fireball.
    “ There's
no knife, get out now,” I heard from outside as I felt people grip
at my legs. “You have to get out, it's going to catch fire,” they
shouted as they pulled, inching me further from the woman caught in a
web of metal and fabric, the seatbelt holding her fast.
    I pulled furiously at her, my mind
frantic as I was dragged from the car. She wouldn't budge, wouldn't
move. I looked to the back of the car to see the sparks shooting at
the gathering pool of gas, one of them catching light and quickly
sending the inside into an inferno.
    I tugged once more but it was no use,
the heat beginning to build inside as people outside scattered. The
last two men at my feet urged me to let go, heaving my body from the
car with one final pull as I finally relented. I saw the flames
advancing, licking at the woman's clothes, darkening her skin as my
body was torn from the vehicle, dragged back across the tarmac to
safety as the car was engulfed in flames.
    The faint wail of the emergency
services could be heard in the distance as I looked back to Grace.
Several people were around her offering assistance, checking her
breathing, stabilizing her wounds. My mind was all over the place,
unable to catch up with what had happened.
    Instinct took over as I lurched towards
my bike and pulled it to it's wheels. I realized only now that I
still had my helmet on as I kicked the bike to life, hurtling back
down the highway to shouts from the crowd. Shouts asking where I was
going, why I was going. Shouts telling me that I was a hero.
    I didn't feel like one.  

Chapter 5
    September 8 th 2012
    Cain
    I woke up suddenly, images littering my
brain, keeping me from sleeping, keeping me from eating, forcing me
to drink. I turned on the light and leaned up in bed. It was soaked
in sweat, my body dripping.
    I looked down at my hands, covered in
cuts, covered in bruises. It was a familiar sight, but usually for a
different reason. This time I was haunted by it.
    It had been three days and three nights
since I'd caused the crash, since I'd saved Grace from it, since I'd
seen her mother burn to death in front of my eyes. The news had told
me that, told me that it was her mother, that Grace was stable in
hospital. I was at least thankful for that.
    The news also called me a hero. Some
guy had caught the whole thing on their phone, showing me jump off my
bike and dive straight into the wreckage. It showed me save Grace,
try to save her mom. I looked like a hero, but I wasn't one.
    No one knew it was me though. I never
had time to take off my helmet, didn't have time to think. I was
being called a 'mystery hero', the police urging me to come forward.
I was never going to do that - never.
    I didn't know why the other driver
hadn't told them what happened. Hadn't told them that I'd spun into
their way, forcing them to swerve and hit Grace's car. It wasn't
their fault, it was mine. But I guess they didn't want to be part of
it either, didn't want to get caught with the