Protect me - Luke Hemmings Punk

3.8 - Catching fire

Luke's P.O.V

My heart was in my throat.

What do I do now?

The voices from the door came closer and closer and there I stood, dumbfounded in the middle of the inventory with the chip in my shaking hands. I bit my lip and looked around, desperate for a way out.

They need to have an exit right? I mean what if the inventory caught fire or something stupid like that?

Catch fire.

I heard the door open and that was my cue to quickly run down to one of the corners of the huge room. It might buy me some time to try and figure this fucked up situation.

Catch fire.

What if the inventory caught fire?

"Boss!" One of the men yelled. I guess they found Brad by the vault by now. That means they're only a couple of aisles away from where I am standing right now. I felt down my leg and grabbed the gun.

With careful steps I moved down the aisle, making sure to read on each and every box, just in case I needed something inside of them.

"HEMMINGS!"

I quickly stopped and felt the hair on my back stand up. Brad had woken up from my shot and was furious. I dried the sweat on my forehead with the back of my shaky hand. I don't get why I'm scared shitless, I'm suppose to be used to situations like these. With small steps I continued to sneak down the line of boxes.

Get your shit together Luke.

"Let's search the whole mansion. Calum and Michael are in the top tower with the women."

"Well, kill them both!"

"We already have Calum, sir."

Once I heard those words I stopped again. Calum. They fucking captured Calum?!

Catch fire.

I looked up and saw a box with the words "GAS" written over it. I looked around me and reached up. I had to get up on my toes to get it, but once I had it in my hands I quickly placed it on the ground and opened it.

2 huge tanks with petrol.

Now all I need is a lighter and I might be able to escape. I began feeling my inside my jeans pockets, but no lighter.

Why does a smoker not have a lighter? That's stupid.

I went on to check my leather jacket and... BINGO. In my inner pocket I found a small lighter. I smiled to myself and placed it inside my pockets once again.

I began walking down the aisle with the tanks in my arms, and let me tell you, they were heavy!

I let out a loud sigh and desperately glanced around me to find anything that could catch fire.

"The door is locked, sir. He won't be able to get out." One of the guys yelled from across the inventory. I smiled for myself and licked my lips as I continued to make my way as far away as possible so I could empty the tanks.

"Speak for yourself." I muttered and chuckled as I rounded a corner of boxers.

Yes, the boxers was made of paper. This would be great.

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A few minutes passed and I had placed the tanks in one of the corners. A huge puddle of gas was lying on the ground, but I had no idea what kind it was (that if it was explosive or not) so I had ripped off paper from the boxes and laid them after each other to they build a line down one of the aisles, in noticeable of course.

My plan was simple. Spread more gas up on the boxes and then make the small paper cuts catch fire whom soon will lead to the petrol on the floor.

Hell, this could go wrong.

I guess we'll have to wait and see.

As I placed the last piece of paper on the ground I stepped back and looked around me if anyone was around, but no. They were still trying to calm Brad. They might be considered professionals, but damn were they stupid.

Well, now what?

I pulled my out lighter and bend down to the papers. Without thinking too much I lighted it in fire and the small papers began crumbling and lit each other. 

"Maybe it will explode?" I muttered and looked how the fire reached the petrol.

My eyes widened, but it was too late.

*BOOM*

A loud bang echoed through the inventory as an explosion appeared from nowhere.

I flew backwards.

"BOSS!" 

An intense beeping sound filled my ears and took out my hearing. The explosion must've damaged my left ear drum. I closed my eyes and rolled over so I was lying on my stomach. With a heavy movement I managed to get up on my knees and take a glimpse behind me.

The fire was big.

It took only a few seconds for it to spread up high and reach the ceiling. I grinned to myself and hesitantly stood up. The only thing I could hear was my beating heart and the small voices that came closer and closer to me.

But I didn't care.

I was exhausted. 

The heat from the explosion had burnt sides of my face and hair and my head pounded from the collision with the stone floor. I reached my hand up and gently caressed the sides of my head. 

"Ow." I hissed and quickly pulled away and saw my hand. Red. Blood. I widened my eyes and suddenly even more pain struck me. The adrenaline slowly started to fade and I could feel it all.

For once I could feel it.

"Luke Hemmings!" Someone yelled behind me. I turned around and squinted my eyes to see whoever called my name, supposing it was Brad or someone. But my blurry sight from the collide and the smoke made it impossible. Instead I hugged the chip with my hand and stumbled the opposite direction. 

"Stop!"

"It's no use. We have to get out of here or we'll die."

"No, he has the chip!"

"Brad, he will die in here anyway! The fire is uncontrollable." 

And so the familiar voices faded and I was left alone in the dark smoke and fire.

A/N

Hi! this update might come a little late and such, and I might not have been able to be online, but I have gotten all your positive messengers and I have red them all! Thank you!

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