Deacon had never been in a situation this bad in his whole life. He was really regretting picking up this paper route. After all, the reason it paid so high is because it required him to cross the DuSable bridge spanning the Chicago River on his bike and drop a massive stack of papers at the downtown Marriott. However, at this very moment Chicago PD and Private Security Contractors carrying assault rifles were rushing around to erect what looked like barricades and spikes strips all the way across the bridge. It had been clear literally ten minutes ago when he crossed the first time, now he was going to be late for school because he wasn’t allowed to leave.
“I heard there’s a terrorist that threatened to blow up Trinity tower!” a poorly concealed whisper said, “and that there’s a bus speeding right this way!”
“So, I’m stuck at a suspected terrorist attack” inwardly groaned Deacon “well at least Mrs. Strinski might actually let me off for this, right?”
Deacon wheeled his bike to the far side of the crowd and waited for the ordeal to be over and for the Police officers to let them leave. Unfortunately, right as Deacon got slightly comfortable leaning on his bike, a massive Greyhound bus came roaring down the road from the south towards the bridge.
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The Bus first hit the many layers of spike strips laid out before the barricades, and they worked as great as organic bug spray, which is to say, not at all. the bus was traveling so fast that it cleared all of them within seconds and only started to turn and flip as it reached the barricade the force had put up. It smashed through it with the ease of a child crushing an ant and continued to travel towards the crowd. Pandemonium ensued as everybody in the mass of people tried to get out of the way as quickly as possible; All except for one boy with a bike.
“Time to move Delray, can’t be anywhere near that bus when it gets here.” Thought Deacon.
Then just as Deacon resolved himself to move, he spotted her. A girl his age, with big dorky glasses that seemed to amplify the tears in her blue eyes, brown hair in a ponytail, and very much in a wheelchair. Deacon froze for a second as his mind processed the girl struggling to move and the greyhound bus rolling at them at high velocity, and then he moved. Deacon swept the hood of his sleeveless hoodie up and flashed at incredible speed to the girl and then the impossible happened right as the bus was about to crush them both. Deacon jumped with the girl in his arms and flew, 50 ft. straight into the air and .... right into the Chicago river.