"What…"
Everything seemed to slow down. The car began to fold and topple, metal screeching as the roof caved inward. Adam, crammed inside the wreckage, didn't bother with the doors. He practically ripped the car in half, tearing through steel and upholstery with his bare hands, and then gently grabbed the driver along with his entire seat to keep the man from being crushed like a rag doll.
"Hold on!" He hugged the seat close as momentum carried them through the air, landing hard against the brick wall of a nearby building, cracking it with his boots. Adam dropped to the ground, the driver still strapped into the seat in his arms.
"Hey. Hey! Are you okay?" He looked at the driver, but he was completely knocked out. He carefully checked his pulse—unconscious but fortunately alive.
Adam sighed, then quickly looked around him. They were in the middle of the city, and there were people everywhere, all of them looking worried, hands over mouths, eyes wide.
