It was a pile up.
Cars were uneven and misplaced.
Some were turned on their sides.
Others, on their backs.
Some were even joined and bent together.
Glass was every where.
People covered in blood.
Most were dead.
A young lady stared at a car,
turned on it's back.
Smashed to pieces and beyond recognition.
A loved one was inside.
There was no way there could have been a survivor.
She was speechless.
Suddenly,
A man rose from the rubble,
Large pieces falling from his back.
His gaze found hers.
Fear still in her eyes.
He held his arms out to embrace her,
With a loving smile.
A look of horror flashed upon the young girl's face.
The mans skin began to turn black and rot away,
And black smoke pouring from him.
He looked at his arms,
Which were held out.
Horror was just as evident in his expressions as well.
"I- I just wanted to protect you!"
There's no way there could have been a survivor.
He had protected her,
And become a legend.
But at what price?