The boy picked himself off of the ground, brushing off the soot and ash that stuck to his clothing. Even though that Cyril was pissed at the moment, he knew that there were much more serious things on his plate. He turned to see the other boy try to help a man stuck under a metal beam. Worry began to well in him, and he rushed to the young man’s side, trying to lift the metal obstruction off of the man. Yet, Cyril was a smaller man. He wasn’t necessarily built for strength. His fingers continued to slip, and he was not able to keep his grip. [i]I can’t-[/i]

Yet, a blond haired girl ran up to them, and she aided them in getting the old man out from under the metal bar. He watched as she slung one of his arms over her shoulder. Cyril rushed to her and did the same to his other arm. At least the old man was okay. Even though the smoke was continuously stinging his throat and eyes, he was pleased that he was able to help. [b]”[i]Come on,[/i] hurry up!”[/b] he wheezed, glowering over at the two other teenagers. They had to hurry, or else the man might get poisoned from all of the smoke inhalation…