It was ten in the morning when I felt something ignite in me. I'd felt something like it before when I'd save that guy from the mugger or when the sniper targeted me, but this time it was a lot stronger. It was almost overwhelming, a discomfort that ran through my entire body and bordered almost on pain. What triggered it? I didn't know, but what I did know was that somewhere in the city something big was about to happen.
As I got to the door leading out to my tiny little garden, I felt it again. This time it almost stopped me in my tracks, a screech of metal and something that sounded an awful lot like screaming. There was also something else, a dull thrum that caused my heart to thud inside my chest and the hairs to stand up on the back of my neck.
I took to the sky in a blur and used my incredible hearing to pinpoint the exact location. A train, hurtling far too fast down a track. It was booked out, filled to the brim with passengers and at any moment it would derail. As I got close