Blaze

Split & Scout

The stinging pain near his right temple sunk in when he wound up on his back. A struggling moan left his lips as he twisted onto his side. A short second later something warm swam into his eye literally blinding him before stumbling to his feet. The second he stood he caught, from the corner of his eye, the man swinging the pry bar toward him again. This time his reflexes didn't fail him.

Swiftly dodging to the side he listened to the bar swing into the wall with a loud thud. Suddenly losing balance Lay's feet tangled into each other and he ended up on the floor again. His sight was distorted with only his left eye making all objects in sight clear. Out of his right eye all he saw was a foggy mist of red.

Clamping his eyes shut he shook his head and wiped the blood away. A quick second later he rolled to the side when the man swung the pry bar at him again. Swinging up he shoved the man onto the ground, sat on him to disable his movements, and fought to wring the pry bar out of his hand.

They struggled for long minutes on end and Lay even felt the muscles in his lower arm cramping up before the pry bar finally landed on the floor beside them. Panting from the struggle he swung repeated punches at the man, who fought to shove him off. When he finally stopped fighting back seconds later Lay stood to his feet, losing balance and fell against the couch. He sat there helpless trying to persuade the dizziness out of his head.

The ringing pain from just beside his forehead didn't stop no matter how long he waited for it to go away. In the end, Lay forced himself to his feet swaying to and fro. His senses brought him a step toward the door, but he stopped when he recalled that noise earlier. Quickly twisting around he stared at the door and to the unconscious man on the ground.

Picking the pry bar up just in case anything happened, he stepped toward the door, first listening for any further noise. Upon hearing shuffling in the room Lay opened the door to see a girl, her arms bound to her sides and a towel stuffed into her mouth.

~_____~

"What are you thinking?" Suho questioned after an intense argument over Namjoo wanting to drive so he could rest.

Defeated in the passenger's seat Namjoo muttered, "About how screwed we are."

Suho managed an amused laugh to brighten up the mood in the car, "We'll be fine."

Namjoo rolled her eyes to his optimism, "Maybe I will, but not you."

"Hey!"

"They're not going to stop even when one of us dies," Namjoo continued, "whether Donghae's their real target or not doesn't even matter anymore. If they spot us in Wonju, it's over. You get it?"

Suho eyed her quietly and said nothing for a few minutes. He knew, he knew venturing out for missions was going to do them no good anymore. There was no choice, but to do so. Right now, sitting back and waiting for a chance to attack didn't sound feasible. They'd be sitting ducks and playing that game was stupidity.

"What are you scared of?" Suho wondered. "Trouble looks for me; it doesn't just knock on anyone's door. Plus, we're the best combo there is. When we get to Wonju, nothing's going to change. Those guys will find us and we'll find them, and we do what we do."

~_____~

Tao couldn't believe this. He felt like an outsider, but the worst of it was that Kris was in the same group. It felt like Donghae had betrayed him. Why couldn't he have been placed in the same group as Suho and Namjoo? What were they going to do that he needed to be placed with other people?

The whole day was going to be dreadful.

As he sat there locked into the backseat of Chorong's car he couldn't repress the oncoming sighs.