Ignoring the demon, Namys runs over to the accident that he inadvertently caused. He tries to pull the door open to get to the driver, but finds it to be wedged shut from the damage.
"Dad's sweaty asshole!" he says under his breath, and pulls at the door a little harder.
Failing, he climbs up onto the hood, and puts his feet on the fracturing windshield. Pushing, straining, veins showing in his neck, Namys kicks furiously until the glass falls inward. He reaches in, unbuckles the unconscious driver, and manages to pull them free.
Fucking dumbasses getting angry!
((My writing is kinda going downhill tonight, I think it's got something to do with my exhaustion, but have….ver bad response))
Nevaeh didn't even look at Namys as he ran over, her attention focused solely on the man she was cutting out of a twisted and caught seatbelt. Lifting him out with more strength than her tiny body should have had, she maneuvered him into a fireman's carry, moving him over to the side of the street to be tended to. A wail pierced the air then, not a siren but a child's cry.
"Fuck." Her head whipped around, spotting the car the noise came from, and again she was off, at that too-quick speed. It took some work, leaving her with burns on her hands that hissed with pain whenever she touched anything, but finally the child wasn't trapped in anymore. She murmured soothingly to the crying kid, as she climbed into the car to try and retrieve him without hurting him. Something felt rushed, though, like she should be moving faster, to avoid something.
She was right, it turned out. Because right then the engine exploded.
(Not sure what to do now…. I'm assuming that Nevaeh is alright.)
