Volt

New city, same problems

Finally, after a long two days that were like an eternity, Friday came. Kara was excited, not because she was taking her part of the heritage her uncles had left her, neither the nerves of being in a new city. It was her cousins.

Like she explained to Peter, Kara had two cousins, Paul and Hunter. Boy and girl, you know the type of relation that involves that: argues and rows all the time. For Kara, wasn't a problem because at being in same room as the boy for all these years had made them normal. For their parents, not so much. They even went to appreciate more Kara instead of their own children!

Also, Kara had also left friends of her there: Jeanne, Charles, and... well, better not talk of this too much.

The giant and sharped control tower blunted over the two guys when they exited the taxi. They stared at it for at least five minutes when Peter talked:

"Hey, if we keep here, we'll miss the flight!"

"We'll?", Kara questioned him when they were walking into the installation.

"Well, you'll is better.", answered Peter.

The pair entered the infamous rotative doors that are in almost all of the airports, and Peter had to caught all the attention for the first time in a day:

"Hey, Kara, help me!", begged. "I think I'm stuck!"

"Shit, Peter, I'm not going to make it!, she cursed, when trying to help her friend, who was desperately trying to untie her luggage. My instinct kicked her in, so the girl exchanged a glance with Peter, who understood it perfectly:

"All of you! Get out of the doors, this not a simulacrum!"

"Go play with your games to other place, kid!", said to Kara an old woman.

She was going to answer, but her head started to hurt like hell. Kara could sense how the pressure on the doors was ascending more and more until...

"No, you have to get out, this is going to ex...!", shouted Peter, being interrupted by a loud *BANG*. 

The girl went shot to the nearest concrete wall, where she rested, trying to recover for the loud explosion. Kara could sense how one of her eardrums had torn, or so she thought due to the loud whistle she could listen in her ears. When it ended, the girl stood up almost immediately and went searching for Peter:

"Pete, dude, where are you?!", she yelled. "Please Peter, answer me!"

The giant foggy extension that was surrounding her didn't let her see where she was going, so when Kara sensed a hand touching my shoulder, she instinctively grabbed it and threw it above her with all her strength. The thing the girl threw emitted a loud grin at landing. The worst part is we all know who was the author of that sound.

"Pete?", she asked. "Was that you?"

"Yeah", Peter appeared in front of herself, slightly burned and battered. His clothes were torn apart, and his eyes were red cause of the fog, like hers (NOT like if they were crying, we ALL know that, do we?).

 Kara hugged him, not letting the guy another option that return the hug, but he pulled away very fast. Kara saw that he was suffering in pain, so she accompanied him to the nearest seat and went to a security guard that was a few meters right:

"Hey, sir, um, could you help my friend? He's a little bit hurt... Yeah, there he is", said the girl pointing at her best friend. "See, I have to go on a flight now and I was wondering if... You can? Thank you so much sir!"

Kara run to Peter, who was laid down and trying to recover his breathe, which now was painful and choppy. She put her hands on his and assured him that the guard was going to treat him well. Then, they said their goodbyes and the girl run to her gate, hoping to not lose that flight.