Explosion - OPEN!
He was fighting just to keep conscious. The black out was brief, but the heat from the explosion was still washing over the area.
The teenager coughed, though he heard nothing. He was looking at where his house was from the street, black smoke quickly rolling up into the sky as the fire flared. He was confused. Then bits of tile landed around him, crashing loudly. The smell of acrid smoke, the sound of wood crackling, the fall of ash and burning rubble, the roar of fire... his eyes widened in comprehension.
His lips moved, mouthing the denial. Then he was stumbling to his feet awkwardly, still cuffed. "MOM!"
But again, he was powerless and hardly able to stand. Someone whipped him around before he fell, and Teddy was staring up at a much larger Skrull. The red and yellow eyes held his gaze steadily, almost seeming to swirl and waver.
"Sleep."
The stunned teenager sank obediently, eyes glazed and seeing nothing.
The Super Skrull stood over him, surveying the burning house and judging for survivors briefly. Then prepared to leave.