Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Chapter 9- Heat

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I press my lips together, considering. "You have to get out. Promise me." Jordan continues, stepping closer to me. I wrinkle my forehead, struggling with this. "No. I'll do it. I'm not letting you risk your life." He sighs "Did you ever think that I might want the same for you!? You are in no shape to do this. I'll get him. I can't lose you!" he yells over the still blaring alarm. I can smell the smoke now. And I know we are running out of time. "Be safe Jordan. Please." I say, my voice breaking. I can't lose him either. And I know there is a good chance I might lose him and my brother. And if I had to choose, I would choose Jordan, because I've already let go of Percy in a way. And I also know Jordan isn't backing down. I have no choice but to leave him now, as much as it will kill me to do so. I stare at him for a moment, a tear running down my face. How can I do this? Just let him risk his life for someone he knows even less than me?! Then he kisses me abruptly, pressing his lips to mine before I can say another word. I can hear the cracking of the building above us. But in that moment, it doesn't matter. He does still love me. And now I might lose him for good. He pulls back "Go. Get out of here." He whispers, pained. I bite my lip, squeezing his hand. Then I force myself to tear my eyes away, and walk away. As soon as I have, it's easier. The adrenaline takes over and I break into a run, hurdling down the stairs, despite my muscle problems. That's the beauty of fear, I guess. But still, as I run, every inch of me say to turn back, to make Jordan come with me. Because I might lose him. Because I love him.

*Jordan's POV*

I bolt towards the stairs as soon as she's out of sight, pushing my fear aside and doing what I know I must. I have to get him. Even if it's just for her. Even if it wasn't, I couldn't live with myself knowing I had the opportunity to save a little boy and I didn't. So I push on, sprinting up the stairs two at a time, ignoring the intensifying heat. I kissed her. And she kissed me back. So it's happening then. I finally get to be with Ali. That is, if I don't die today. But I know I can do this. I have to do this.

The smoke starts to cloud the air as I reach the door, and run into the hallway. I cough, but keep going. The alarm has almost faded into the background, only a faint reminder that this is life or death. For me, it's fail and die. Or, fail and hate myself forever because I couldn't save Percy. Neither of those is an option. Failure is not an option. I slam through the door to his room, taking in huge breaths of air to try and make up for the decreasing oxygen. I look over him for a moment, but a loud crash from a floor or two up sends me hurdling forward again, desperately ripping out wires and tubes. I hope none of those are too important, because I'll have to leave them for now. I'm sure he can survive until we get outside. Assuming we do get outside. My heart pounds as I pick him up and start running again, choking on the thickening smoke. The heat has also grown higher; feeling almost like it's searing the hair on my arms. I don't see flames yet, but they are necessarily the biggest threat. Percy is very light, I think as I reach the stairwell, spinning around the railing and continuing to run as fast as I dare down them. I can't afford to trip, nor can I slow down. I breathe hard, and the smoke stings my eyes. But it gets better as I go down, away from the fire. Thoughts of Ali drive me forward; thoughts of my fans keep me going. I know I can't die today. But there is still a doubt as a boom echoes from above.

*Ali's POV*

I stand panting as I reach the bottom floor, running out onto the street. People gather in huddles around the building, some crying, others praying. Ambulances wail and fire trucks come blaring down the streets. Paramedics yell back and forth and people scream as fire pours out of the top floor windows. So many people in that hospital. Ones who couldn't run. Ones who couldn't get out. And all of us down here, knowing we did nothing to save them. Living with the guilt. Everyone except Jordan. Jordan. He's still in there. He's in danger. A lot of danger. My heart continues to pound, not so much from exercise, but from fear. Fear of losing the one person I have left. I'd rather he get out than neither of them. But I hope, with every fiber of my being that the best happens. That he will come strolling out of those doors with my brother, unharmed and smiling. But I know that's a slim chance. It only becomes slimmer when the top few floors go, crashing to the ground 100 feet below. A woman screams someone's name. Probably someone living on that floor. Someone who is nothing but ashes now. I don't even notice the tears pouring down my face. Jordan might be ashes now. Charred and burnt and dead on the stairwell. Percy might be lying still on his bed, suffocated from the smoke. Like nothing even happened. I feel myself choke on a sob as these thought run through my head. I want them to stop but they won't. I want him here, with me. I want him to live. Please let him live. I love him. I love him and I can't lose him. Please, I can't lose him.

"You alright?" an EMT shouts as he runs by. I nod blankly, knowing that isn't at all the truth. He waves and keeps running, into the building, along with many other firefighters and medics that are finally doing something. Maybe they can find him. Minutes tick by, every second is agonizing. Waiting, just waiting. Not knowing is the worst part. All I want to see is his face. His smiling face walk through that door. So it's understandable that I fall to my knees when it does.

I clap my hands over my mouth, tears of joy pouring down my cheeks and over my hands. He's alive. Percy's alive. And Jordan. He's there. He's not gone. He's here. With me. A medic runs forward and takes Percy from his arms, running him back towards the ambulance. I know he's in good hands. So my eyes only see Jordan, standing there in shock. Of course he's shocked. He should be dead. I don't know how he did it. His gaze finally shocks me to my feet, and I sprint forward, throwing my arms around him. I laugh, tears streaming down my face. "You're alive!" I say into his shirt, drenched in sweat. But I couldn't care less. "I'm alive." He repeats, almost in disbelief. He laughs and wraps his arms around me, squeezing me to him tightly. I don't think I can ever let go. It's like he's the only thing keeping me from drowning.

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