Klaus looked back at the man. Something in him said ‘We have to help him!’, but the other something pushed that reaction down and laughed.
He watches the car as it burns, grinning like a madman. But that something won’t give in. Klaus has just about had enough of the other something. Enough of fire.
There’s a pull at his temples, and he can feel his brain straining to move himself.
“I have to— watch him burn— help!”
Kirk blinked back whiteness in his vision. The world sounded as though it were underwater; everything jumbled and confused. People might be screaming, or sirens maybe? Or just his pounding headache.
He got slowly back to his feet. When had he fallen? Oh, right, the car exploded. THE CAR EXPLODED!
James wheeled around, still blinking wildly to restore his vision as he stared at the orange flames. The world shifted uncomfortably beneath him and the man nearly lost his footing, only just keeping from hitting the ground again.
“‘S everyone alright?” He called out, unsure if he was whispering or screaming.