Blaze

Near Death

Further shocked from the surprise the papers dropped from Suho's hands and landed on the floor. From beside him Namjoo pulled her gun out and shot at the gas lantern exterminating the light at once. Enveloped again in darkness Suho took the chance for their escape.

Grabbing Namjoo's arm he made a dash in the direction of the door; that was if he remembered it correctly. Namjoo's footsteps stumbled after him and he collided into someone by the foot of the door, his back immediately hitting the flat wall.

A low grunt escaped his lips and he heard Namjoo's handgun slam into the wall. Dark figures traced by the glow of the moonlight allowed Suho to recognize three men in the storage shed with them. Or maybe there were four since it felt like someone was pinnig him prisoner to the wall.

Through the helpless ray of the moon he made out a swish of wind blowing into his face and realized Namjoo was trying to punch someone off him. All the while being restrained from movement his free hand sought for the touch of the doorknob. If he could get just that then escape wouldn't be too far for them.

Quick muttering underneath the men's breathing resonated in the background as they tried to light the room up with whatever it was they had. Perhaps they were trying to revive the gas lantern.

His hand slittered across a sticky web before he finally touched the smoothness of the door and felt the knob in his grasp. Twisting the doorknob to his left he pulled before realizing he should have twisted the knob to his right.

The door flung open and a fresh wind swiped into the room just as Namjoo slammed the butt of her gun into the man's face. Without warning Suho continued pulling her after him marking safety as a first priority. He couldn't forget that whenever he had someone with him, the two of them always ended up injured or either his partner was the one who suffered.

In order to keep from further suspicion of Victoria and her aid team he figured he and Namjoo should escape with the least scratches or if possible, without any scratches.

As they rushed toward the gate of trees and tall weeds they'd crossed earlier they could no doubt hear the men scrambling after them. There were even instances when he heard the men unlocking the safety of their guns so that if a bullet was needed time wouldn't be wasted. A tall weed brushed against his legs as they ran through the gate and he thanked God when he saw his car sitting up ahead.

Clumsy as he was the tip of his foot dug into the grass upon his next step and he lost grasp of Namjoo's arm while his body hurled forward for the fall. A bullet zoomed into the air when he regained balance and twisted around, a repetitious drum humming in his ears. Namjoo's back was to him, her arms straightened out, and her gun in her hands.

"Just get to the car," Namjoo quickly whispered with an edge of urgency to her voice.

Suho's eyes went wide wasting the ticking seconds away. Responsibility and duty told him he couldn't leave her to defend while he ran for safety. It didn't work like that.

"I said go!" An emphasis of more urgency climbed into her voice as she pulled the trigger three times and very fast.

There was a loud grunt of pain as a thud sounded through the night air. Suho's head wavered from Namjoo to the darkness behind them before finally pushing himself to head toward the car. More gunshots echoed behind him from both Namjoo's gun and from the men's.

Curiosity and worry about whether Namjoo would be able to hold up slowed him down until he stopped. His heart finally slammed against his chest when he turned around to see something of small build sharply fly through the air and at Namjoo. Her body was thrust back and she landed on the ground.