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Amy felt a chill creep up her spine as she slid into the car. She had just shut the door and was about to fasten her seatbelt when he approached.
The strange, handsome blond man she'd just met not even two hours earlier was hovering over her driver's side. The expression on his sharply featured face looked odd, as though concerned. He mouthed her name and rapped on her window.
The redhead's eyes widening with alarm, she quickly locked the door. What the hell did he want? He'd been very nice to her and was past exceptionally good-looking, yet he still gave her the creeps. There was just something about him.
"Amy!" the man shouted. She could hear him loud as day beyond her windows and ton of steel of the automobile.
"Leave me alone!" she cried. Hastily, she put her key into the ignition. All she wanted to do was get the hell out of there, drive as far away from this madman as she could.
"No! Amy, you have to get out of the car!" he yelled. He looked absolutely frantic as his hands kept on the vehicle, his green eyes darting and taking in everything around him.
God damn it... He was too close to the car - still actually *touching* it - for her to just gun the engine and speed away. She would certainly injure him at the very least should she just go. She couldn't even hit a bird, much less a human being. Still, she dared to back up the slightest amount, at the slowest speed. She wanted out of here.
"No!!" Not caring about his own safety, Adam actually leapt up on the hood of her car. Amy screamed as she stared at him, disbelieving his actions. He was going to try to get in her car, get to her and probably rape her!
She screamed again as the tall blond man suddenly reappeared at her passenger's side door, his face so close, peering in through the window. Her foot hit the brake, as she was not all aware of her actions in her fright.
She put the car in neutral and reached with her left hand for the lock on her door.
Another scream escaped her at the man's next action - he smashed his fist through her passenger's side window. She could hear him cursing as he reached in to unlock the door. And then he grabbed her.
Amy clawed and kicked, struggling with him as he pulled and yanked on her.
"Look, you have to trust me!" he shouted. "We have to get *out*!"
The redhead didn't reply but also didn't stop fighting him. He was so strong! She had noticed he was muscular, but not too much so, and he was quite lean. But he was incredibly, deceptively strong.
Adam managed to get the struggling woman out of the car, and, holding her up, broke into a trot-run. He ignored the small crowd of spectators that had gathered in front of the restaurant across the road. He had to get her away from that car.
Amy struck out at him with one small fist, barely connecting. She seemed indignant, her fear of him evidently gone as she yelled.
"What do you want out of me?!"
He ignored the question for the time being and kept running, half-dragging and half-carrying her along. And then, they suddenly fell to the ground as an almost sonic boom seemed to shake the earth beneath their feet. Instinctively, Adam covered the woman's much smaller body with his own for protection.
After he deemed it safe, he moved as he felt Amy do the same. He rolled off of her as she raised her head, her hazel eyes wide as she stared with disbelief over her shoulder...
... Where her Dodge Stratus had been parked was now a large fireball... A couple of other cars nearby had apparently caught fire as well. Oh, my God! Her mind reeled. What in hell's name was going on?!
She gasped, in complete and utter shock as she shifted her wide eyes on Adam Copeland.
"Oh, my God! What...? My God, you... You saved my life!"
The tall blond man didn't respond. Instead, after a moment, he stood back up and helped her, offering his right, uninjured hand.
Only then did Amy realize his left was bleeding. She winced and stared with horror.
"Your hand... Oh, my God. I think you need stitches... You..." She once again met his eyes, which now seemed unbelievably calm. "... You *knew*, didn't you? You somehow *knew* what was going to happen."
Adam nodded.
"I did."
She cocked her head, her breathing still fast from the ordeal, as she stared at him. Who *was* this mysterious, handsome man? What had just occurred absolutely took her breath away... It was so surreal. She had about a million questions in her head, but now was not the time to voice them.
She suddenly heard sirens in the distance. They were getting nearer. She looked back down at his left hand, still bleeding due to him smashing out her passenger's side window - to save her life.
The sirens drew still closer. Amy looked in the direction of them, and of her still flaming car and saw the fire trucks. An ambulance was also approaching.
"Come on," she said, her head cocking again as she regarded him. "That hand is going to need medical attention."
The blond man nodded, and then they started walking to meet the ambulance halfway.