"Perhaps that is a good thing. I would never find a man wonderful as him there. No good man has ever met me there." Drew's eyes flicked over to look at her. Was she just trying to rile him, or did she really think that he was wonderful? It was probably the former. He wasn't wonderful.
His fists clenched as the man raised a hand as if to strike her. Her eyes met Drew's, and he could see the fear in them. The man stepped towards her and grabbed her arm, leaning in to whisper something into her ear. All Drew could think about was the fear in her eyes. He felt anger flood through his body, and he surged to his feet, shoving the man away from Bell. "Don't you dare touch her." He snarled, stepping in front of Bell.
The man raised one eyebrow. "Who the hell do you think you are?" He asked. Drew didn't respond, staring straight at him. Drew didn't see him move, but he was thrown backwards, hitting the floor a few metres away and sliding to a stop. It took him a second or two to get his breath back, but it hit him then that he was just like them. He hadn't laid a finger on Drew, but now Drew was at least five metres away.
By that point, people had started running. Those who were hesitating made up their minds as soon as Drew stood up,his hands ablaze. The man looked over at Drew and raised his eyebrows. "What do you know? We have our own little superhero." Drew looked at Bell, silently asking what he should do.