Nikola Tesla awoke early, as he did every morning. Sitting up, he yawned and stretched, looking over at his desk and sighing. He hadn't done last night's electricity homework. He dressed in his school uniform, a blue and gold number reminiscent of Japanese school uniforms. Buttoning the shirt up, he brushed his hair with his fingers before grabbing his bookbag. He walked downstairs, out of the dormitory wing of the school. Since it was still early, no one was at breakfast except for the other early birds. Eventually, though, more students trickled in, but Nicky preferred the company of himself. He finished eating early, and decided that he had time to run back to his dorm room to grab a notebook he had forgotten. However, just before he entered the dormitory wing of the school, an enormous tremor threw him off of his feet. Letting out a shout, another tremor rocked the school, and Nicky saw that the tremors were actually explosions. Fire filled the main hallway, as well as rubble from the destroyed building. A scream filled the air, from a student farther down the hall. Nicky shakily got to his feet, seeing the student trapped under a beam, fire beginning to encompass the hallway. Without thinking, Nicky ran down the hall, ducking fire and what he could only describe as hell. Adrenaline rushing through his veins, he reached the fallen beam in record time, and reached under it, trying to lever it up. He didn't know the student under the beam, but he didn't want them to die. Guess that electricity homework didn't matter, huh? he thought as he pushed the beam off of the student. "Get up," he said, his heart thudding in his chest. "I'm getting you out of here."