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"I don't know why, or how, but I'm good." Lukas answered, sitting down on the floor like he usually did. He watched Brand shut the door and come into the living room. "So, Lukas, you said you saw everything slow down?" The ginger asked. Lukas nodded. "But I was moving at a normal speed. Z what did you see? Was it the same thing?"
"luckily, I live basically right down the street from the coffee shop." Brand said after a few minutes, turning into his driveway. His house was a small blue one, after all he was an only child and his parents were divorced. He lived with his dad. "My dad's still at work, so it's just us." He said, holding the door open.

"How are you doing, Z?" Lukas asked, entering the house first. The house was one level with a basement. There was a small kitchen, a small living room, a bathroom, and two bedrooms. Simple.
Lukas laughed nervously to the paramedic before basically running after the other two. The paramedic watched them leave, shaking her head. "Those poor kids...they're going to get themselves into trouble again." She muttered before continuing her work.

Once the gas station was out of sight, Brand smirked. "First, we're going to get some more coffee." He started, causing Lukas to make a noise of dissatisfaction.

"Dude, seriously? Again? We almost just died!" Brand smirked, shrugging. "Plus you and Z are covered in scratches, and we're all covered in ash!"

"It helped me see the finer points of living." Brand replied, reaching into his pocket before finding his wallet before he realized it wasn't there. "Dammit...." He grumbled. "Scratch that, we're just going to my house. We gotta talk about this. Lukas, you said you saw time slow down and Z said she saw something to. I don't feel right, so something is definitely up. That second blast did something to us."

Lukas made a face at him, looking to Z. "I think he's lost it," Lukas whispered, "zehr verruckt."
The paramedic watched the three teens. "You sure you're just going to go home?" She asked, climbing into the medical vehicle to grab some crutches for Z.

"Yes, m'mam." Lukas answered, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'm sure our parents are all really worried and stuff...word travels fast in this town."

"Well, I guess that's okay. I'm sure you three kids don't want to get hammered by the police with questions." She thought aloud, handing Z the crutches.

"Thanks!" Brand called, gesturing to the others to leave with him. "We're all going straight home!" Even though he certainly had other plans for the three of them.
"Careful." Lukas warned as both he and Brand came over to her. "We'll get you to one of the paramedics, I'm sure they can patch you up." As both of the young men helped Z up, both of them carrying her weight as they fixed each of her arms around each pair of shoulders.

Brand looked back at Lukas. "Even though your skin might be all better...your shirt super isn't. Feeling the wind on your back?" He teased as they started to walk towards one of the ambulances. Lukas just rolled his eyes and kept walking.

People were being treated for burns and such all over the place as police taped off the blast site and/or took statements from bystanders. The firemen fought the flames. A paramedic came over to help Z, telling the boys to bring her over to the ambulance and set her down on the edge. "We're fine, she has a sprained ankle or something." Brand explained to the worker. "He's fine," The medic said, gesturing to Lukas, "but you're still a little banged up. I'll bandage you up once I get her ankle setup." she said, walking over to Z with tape and bandages and making quick work of her ankle.

"Really, I'm fine." Brand said. "We're all just going to go back home after this, and I'd rather not stick around here if I have to."
Lukas and Brand both had a hard time reading her signs, but they got the idea. "I, actually, was going to ask you the same thing." Lukas mentioned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Did you see everything around you stop? Like, stop moving? Like you were trapped in time for a moment?"

"I didn't see that." Brand asked, looking at Lukas in disbelief. "You want to explain how you're okay now?" Suddenly, it heard like the sirens were no longer coming, they were here. Brand looked behind him at all the cops, fighter fighters, and ambulances that were coming. Nearby towns must had sent help as well. "Never mind, we'll talk about this later. We should go."
Lukas screamed out in pain. "M-Make it stop!" He shouted as the buzzing echoed through out his head. His breathing hitched, his back feeling like Hell itself. God must had been listening, because everything stopped. Not only the buzzing, but the pain. Lukas's emerald eyes snapped opened, looking around. He looked up. Z and Brand were on the ground. "Was...was hast passeirt?" He asked, wiping some ashe away from the corner of his mouth with the back of his filthy hand. "Guys?"

Everything around him was frozen.

Lukas looked around. The flames were still. "Guys?" He asked again, looking down at himself and checking his hands. He studied his palms. Where he once had roadburn now was skin. He looked back as his back. Not a single burn in sight. "...the burns are gone?" He looked back to his friends. They were still on the ground, not moving. Even the hairs on their heads were still. Lukas stood up, shaking. "Guys?" The wind wooshed around him and everything started moving, knocking the breath out of the german boy.

Brand groaned, sitting back up. "What the F*** was that?!" He asked, loosing his cool. His glasses were cracked. "You guys ok-?" He started before seeing Lukas standing up next to them. "How are you doing that?" the ginger asked rather calmly, looking up at the blonde boy. "Your back...?"

Lukas shrugged, bending down on his knees. "Are you two alright?" He asked, not even feeling sore. He felt completed healed.
"I'm just banged up, nothing too serious..." Brand replied, looking back at the shell of the truck. There was almost nothing left of the driver to even identify.

Suddenly, what was left of the car started to vibrate and hum. "What the hell-?!?" Brand started before a green light blasted from the truck in a single wave and he suddenly felt himself once again being pushed against the ground by another blast. There was a loud buzzing in his ears, that got louder, and louder, and LOUDER before it suddenly stopped.
Lukas was whimpering from the pain, his pain-torn face against the ground as he grit his teeth. He had been really close to the blast, and his entire back was beyond just 'throbbing with pain', it was killing him. "Call 9-1-1!" People screamed. "Oh my God, what the f***?! Who, what happened!?" Others questioned.

Brand hissed as he sat up from the soot-covered ground. "Z! Lukas! Where are you at?!" He called, shakingly getting to his feet. His whole body ached and bubbled from the heat. There were black scorch marks all over everything, fires were still burning around the gas station. People were dragging the injured away. Sirens were coming closer. It looked like a war zone.

Lukas certainly looked like he had been in a war zone. Brand's jaw dropped as he sprinted towards his backless friend, literally backless. "Lukas, your back..." He gasped, looking over his friend chard piece of meat of a back. It sounded like Lukas was crying. That was when he noticed that he and Lukas were the only ones within 20 feet of the blast zone. Where was Z? "Z! Where are you!?" He shouted, looking around for any signs of the mute girl, standing over Lukas.
"Maybe." Lukas answered, reading her question. He walked over towards the group with his friends. There was a small crowd, but they could still wiggle the way through to the front row. The truck driver was putting gas in the truck, wearily watching the group of super bored folks. "Nothing to see here, people. I'm just getting gas and then I'm out of here."

Maybe it was because someone was so bored, maybe it was just because they were plain messed up, but for some reason that day someone did something that changed Brand's, Z's, and Lukas's life forever.

Everything slowed down into slow motion as Lukas went from admiring the big, heavily armored white truck to noticing a light being tossed at the truckdriver with the gasoline nozzle just as he was taking it out of the gas tank.

"GET BACK!" Brad shouted in an instant, shoving people back as he watched the truck and driver instantly go up in flames. Hot, it was so hot. It was so insanely bright!

Lukas screamed, instinctively covering his face with his forearms as the budding blast knocked him back.
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