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I set a foot back for more balance as I carefully wrap my hands around the cold bars, eyes closed in order to prepare myself mentally. I channel all of my energy into melting the metal and I soon feel my hands getting warmer.
"You should stand back, I have no idea how this is gonna go." I suggest to Yoongi and with one quick motion, he's up against the wall at the far end of the cell. I flutter my gaze back to the bars and take in a deep breath before my grip tightens.
"Hey! You!" a loud voice booms through the hall, quickly followed with the sound of shoes squeaking against the tiles. My head darts to the left where I see the guard running towards me with furious anger, his hands trying desperately to take out a gun from its holster.
"Shit." I mumble as my gaze switches back and forth between the bars and the guard, my hands beginning to shake since I don't know what to do.
"Yuna, stop him! Do something!"
I push myself away from the bars and stand tall to face the running man, both hands out straight on each side of my body. I squint my eyes and wait for him to get closer when my palms jerk forward to stop him.
From my point of view, it looks like he bumps into a wall of glass when my force intercepts him and he falls backwards with his hands flying out over his head. He hits the ground with a loud thud and I hear countless of beds creaking; meaning that we just woke up a shit ton of inmates.
When I hear whistles and a few men catcalling me, I hurry my hands back on the cell. With one big groan, I melt the bars and toss away the pieces of metal that come undone in my hands.
"빨리빨리 [Quick, quick]!" Yoongi pushes past me and tugs my wrist in order for me to catch up when a loud siren goes off. Red lights begin to flash at all corners of the hallway, signaling an intrusion.
"All men to the elevator, quick! We have a code red on the P3 level!" I hear a random man call out an order to his troop, probably a floor or two above us. Picking up the pace, we run faster towards an emergency exit and slam our bodies into it; but it remains closed.
"Fuck, they locked it!"
"Stand back." I push Yoongi away and give my foot a good swing to burst the door open. A loud crack echoes in the building before the door falls to the ground into a bunch of different pieces. I lean to the side and grab ahold of Yoongi's arm before we both hurry to the staircase.
