Be my Superman [Niall]

[Avery Nevaeh Atalaya]

AVERY NEVAEH ATALAYA
Her shoot had concluded two hours ago. For the first hour, she swam in the lake and for the second hour, she napped in the backseat of her Honda Civic with the radio on low. Naturally, she had no idea that the area would soon flood. She had no idea about the danger that she would soon be in. It wasn't until the water began to soak the ends of her dress that she woke up with a slight jerk. "No, no, no..." She whimpered, drawing her knees close as her pale eyes went wide as saucers.

In the pit of her stomach, she knew this wasn't good. Any idiot could discern that. After all, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. A part of her wanted to open the windows and bellow until her voice grew hoarse and her throat began to ache while another part of her was too scared to move from the corner she was in. Fear had frozen the young woman. Shaking fingers wrapped around the cross that dangled from her neck. There was only one thing to do now: pray for one helluva miracle.

A tear slid down her cheek as her lips moved silently, uttering the inaudible prayer that could easily be considered an act of desperation. Almost instantly, a feeling of peace consumed her and although she was scared, she found comfort in the little things that surrounded her. The scenery was pretty, the music was soothing and if nothing else, she'd be...no, she musn't think such dark thoughts. There was always hope. Moving a few inches and sitting a little straighter, she opened her window a mere fraction of an inch and drew in a deep breath. "Por favor, ayuda!" She wailed as loud as she possibly could as the water level continued to rise, rapidly filling her small car.

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[niall keegan donovan]

The storm warning had come through clear and loud, and suddenly, the entire station was active. No one was sitting at their desks any more, and as storm clouds billowed overhead, people headed off to their homes – and others headed out on safety patrol. Niall, was one of the ones who was now donning one of those ridiculous fluorescent orange vests, and was announced on safety patrol. He hadn’t been expecting this when he’d gone to work this morning, sure the clouds had been almost black and the air was thick with moisture, but no one had expected the hurricane that had swelled as the afternoon had rolled around. Now though, the rain was falling thick and hard, and the droplets were landing on his head, and cheeks, spattering him, and soaking him to the core. This was not just your average storm.

He piled into his four wheel drive, and headed down onto the roads carefully, fog lights on, and the police warning lights signalling as he made his way through the town, watching people in action. Buckling down things on the front lawn, others boarding up windows, putting sandbags at the front door, and ushering their kids into safe houses. Already, the water was beginning to swell, drains were overflowing into the street, and bubbling up in a murky mess. The roads were slippery, definitely not what he’d expected when he’d gotten in the car, there wasn’t much time for him though, he had to keep driving, to make sure people were off the street of the small town. But there was one place he had yet to check, the one place where he water was bound to be overflowing into the streets. The lake. Niall, headed down the road, turning corners, and drove on carefully towards the location of his choice. out of the street! he called to a group of children who were playing in the water in their yard, jumping in puddles and squealing in delight as though nothing was wrong. But the lightning and thunder over head was speaking different levels.

Finally, he arrived at the lake and found himself staring at a car that was quickly being enveloped in water. He jumped out of the truck, landing in ankle deep water, staring at it a moment, he started making his way down the slight slope to the other car, the voice catching his attention as he arrived. are you alright? he called, as he yanked on the door, it was stuck with the pressure of the water alright, I want you to wind down your window he called, his irish accent thick as he spoke wind it down, and I’ll get you out through here, hurry, I need to get you to safety! he was yelling over the thunder, the water was swelling and already he was being weight down by it.

[Avery Nevaeh Atalaya]

AVERY NEVAEH ATALAYA
Right, the window. Where was the damned button? Through the haze in her mind, she didn't even remember so she did the one thing that made any sense. Shifting in her seat, she got on her knees with some amount of effort and smashed the window with her elbow. With the adrenaline rush that raced through her system, she didn't even feel the initial burst of pain. "Muchas gracias.." She said quietly, her voice hoarse from her wild, desperate cries.

She knew she should have gone home when everybody else did, but she never enjoyed returning to an empty apartment. It just didn't feel like home to her, where as her home in Madrid was just right. Feeling somewhat numb, she drew in a shaky breath and rested her temple against the door's frame. "What now, señor?" She queried, waiting for his instructions. Coughing, she finally released the cross that she had held in her hand for dear life. The metal pendant had made an impression in her palm, and there were a few cuts where it had dug into the flesh but beyond that, she almost felt as if her prayers had been answered.

Perhaps, she should have paid more attention when the priest spoke in the stark white chapel. She moved once more in her seat on instinct, pressing the small of her back against the door's interior. Her quivering fingers dug into the top of the door's frame,and she arched her back, pressing against the opposite door with her feet. "Pull.." She said after a moment of silence, realizing that the water weighted her dress down. "Take...take my hands and pull, I'll push." It seemed logical to her and that's what they did in most cases like these.

She had briefly debated on just removing the dress but that wouldn't be very proper of her. She could certainly get away with it, simply because she had the body for it. Where quite a few of her coworkers had eating disorders to obtain their bodies, she did what they had told her to do in grade school: eat healthy and exercise. When she ate healthy, it wasn't salads. She wasn't afraid to eat her portions in moderation. Her thoughts began to drift, and she feared how her manager would react if he caught wind of the wrecked rental. In her defense, it certainly hadn't been intentional.

It wasn't like she had woken up that morning, declaring that she would wreck a car that had been rented by her modeling agency. After all, they had been nothing but good to her. They even provided her with a translator when she struggled more than she usually did. Well, truth be told, in the past year, her manager was her translator. The older man treated her like his daughter and always hovered with that concerned look of his. Knowing him, he'd probably be relieved that she had survived the ordeal. The false anger over the loss of the car would come later and only because it was part of his job description.

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