Blaze

The Shocking Truth

"The hell..." the driver muttered before shifting gear and started in reverse.

Losing balance, Suho's knee knocked into the window and hit the windshield with his forehead. A split second later the tires churned against the concrete, a scream of the wheels splintering into the air as a gun shot went off. Alarm split in Suho's head and losing focus rolled off the hood of the car.

The car skidded to a quick stop as Suho rolled across the street and just when he lifted his upper body up, a car from down the road headed toward him. A large probability that he wouldn't be able to get up in time shook his bones and his eyes slightly widened in fear.

From the corner of his eye Chorong turned away from the Toyota averting her aim to the new car intending to blow up one of the wheels to save him. Before Chorong pulled the trigger Lay dashed out into the road with his arms extended out. Suho's heartbeat raced wildly at all that was going on.

A sense of relief panted through him once the car screeched to a halt and the driver threw his head out of the window to scold Lay. Taking his chance, Suho rose to his feet just as the driver of the Toyota stepped out. The other man stepped out with the girl in his hold, a gun in his hand.

"Uh-uh," he shook his head Suho's direction.

Coming to a quick halt Suho lightly turned his hands into fists by his side. A cry shuddered out of the young girl and Chorong reaffirmed her grip on her gun. Suho wondered why he hadn't brought one with him.

He turned in a semi-circle when the two men moved to his left. Suho was adamant on keeping them in his view. He couldn't lose sight of them at this point, not after having defied orders. What would the meaning of all this be then?

Tension stilled the air as they eyed each other anxiously waiting for either side to first pull a move. Suho carefully glanced out the corner of his eye to observe his surroundings measuring the amount of space he might need if he were to make a jump attack and if they were to get into a ramble. As he observed, he realized Lay was nowhere to be seen.

Where was Lay?

Suho turned away from the empty road with a tiny frown before Lay abruptly jumped onto the hood of the car and lunged at the man holding the young girl captive. Wrapping his arms around the man he clung on tightly even when the man tried to shake him off. Suho watched Lay grasp the gun, but the man refused to let go making the head of the gun turn every which way dangerously.

Suho's eyes concentrated on the gun, cautious to move out of the way if the gun went off. The other man tried going over to his aid, but Chorong pointed her aim on him; her eyes clogged with threat to shoot.

Gulping, Suho remained in a standstill; the only one left with options to choose from. His eyes once again landed on the gun and naturally looked up to glance at Lay. This time, he caught Lay's eyes gesturing toward the ground and Suho caught on after another second.

Taking a step back cautiously, Suho waited. Lay's fingers fought forward and he leaned into the man even more, his face straining with struggle. The lines from his frown creased his face with effort and he ended up biting his lip to hang in there. Finally clamping his hand over the trigger he fought to aim the gun at the ground, but the man struggled to twist the gun into Lay's face.

Nervously watching on, no one moved.

Sweat seemed to trickle down Suho's face. Time slowed down and what took a minute felt like an ensuing hour. At last the gun went off; the bullet flying into the concrete at Suho's feet and he lunged forward. Grabbing the lower body of the gun he twisted it toward the air and listened to the deafening shots of the gun before managing to wriggle it out of the man's hold.