Innocent Bystander

I dunno if I want to make this a longer story or a one-shot. Review with feedback, it'll make a big difference.

I never knew…

I never knew that everythin' was fallin' through

That ev'ryone I knew was waitin' on a cue

To turn and run when all I needed was that truth…

But that's how it's gotta be…

It's comin' down to nothin' more than apathy

I'd rather run the other way than stay and see

The smoke and who's still standin' when it clears

Pandora Papadopoulous let her head bob slightly to the beat of the music blaring through her earphones, blocking out the rocking and creaking of the subway car in which she sat. She paid no mind to the actual song; her mind was preoccupied with her recent heartache. Her two-year relationship with Warren Worthington had ended the previous night.

Over the phone, she scoffed inwardly.

Everyone knows I'm in over my head

Over my head

With eight seconds left in overtime

She's on your mind, she's on your mind…

Let's rearrange

I wish you were a stranger, I could disengage

Just say that we agree and then never change

Soften a bit until we all just get along…

But that's disregard

Find another friend and you discard

As you lose the argument in a cable car

Hanging above as the canyon comes between…

She stood and held onto the handle hanging from the train's ceiling, feeling herself being pulled forward as the vehicle came to a stop.

And suddenly…

I've become a part of your past

I'm becomin' a part that don't last

I'm losin' you and it's effortless.

Without a sound

We lose sight of the ground in the throw-around

Never thought that you wanted to bring it down

I won't let it go down 'till we torch it ourselves…

Letting her music play on as she became a miniscule cog in the multitude of black-clad business people and mohawk-sporting mall rats, she found herself drawn to a tall glass building in the center of the city.

Worthington Labs.

A crowd of people (if you could call them that…) formed a cue around the building and down the length of an entire street.

She sneered at the abnormal beings across the street, and then at the others protesting the new Cure beside her.

Disgusting freaks. I wonder how long it'll be until something around here goes wrong…

She didn't have to wait long to find out. High above her, a pane of glass shattered as a large winged…thing…shot out of the building. Screams erupted from the crowd, human or otherwise. Pandora ducked and covered her head with her messenger bag as the thing swooped just overhead. After it had passed, she righted herself and turned to stare at its large, white wings, its blond hair, it's tan complexion…

Warren?

End.

Alrighty, just review if this story is worth expanding. By the way, the song is Over My Head(Cable Car) by The Fray.