Thunder

Chapter 6

My eyes go wide in shock. "What?!"

Caitlyn nods her head and looks at me. "Kyleigh..."

I know exactly what she is going to say, the reason we ran back so quickly. "No... No!"

She continues looking at me, pleading with her eyes. I shift my gaze toward the ground. I feel my heartbeat quickening with fear for Kathryn. "Do you really think I could save her?" I ask.

"The real question is do you think you could save her?"

My mind is spinning. I haven't even had my powers for a week. "I don't know..." The firefighters could get her out when they get there, though I could get there faster than the trucks. I don't know exactly how fast I can run but it's fast enough that I'm practically invisible, according to Caitlyn. "Okay, I'll do it. I need something to cover my face," I tell her. "And something to hide my hair," I add, remembering the white streak.

"I have an idea," Caitlyn says and runs into the house. I follow her to her room where she begins digging through a dresser drawer. I go to her closet and find a dark jacket that Caitlyn doesn't use much. I put it on, hoping it will protect me more from the flames, and that it might disguise me better than if I went wearing the bright green t-shirt that I currently have on.

"Here," Caitlyn says, throwing a black ski mask towards me.

I catch it. "Is it alright for me to wear this jacket?"

She quickly nods. "Yeah."

The two of us quickly run back down the stairs and out of the house.

I twist my hair and put the ski mask on, stuffing my hair inside it. "I look like I'm about to go rob a bank, don't I?"

Caitlyn smiles slightly. "You'd better go."

"I'll see you at the bakery." My heart is practically beating out of my chest. I can't believe I'm really about to do this. Taking a deep breath to help calm myself, I begin running towards the bakery, a little over a mile away.

The scenery zooms by, becoming a blur of color, yet directly in front of me, my vision is nearly perfect. I don't know how long I run, but after what must've been only seconds, I arrive at the bakery. I stop in the middle of the street, directly in front of the bakery. To my right, a small crowd stands, and a few of them look at me, surprised by my sudden appearance. I ignore them and sprint to the building.

I pull the door open and step inside. Flames dance inside the bakery, and it instantly becomes harder to breathe. I get into a coughing fit as the smoke threatens to choke me. When I finally get a sufficient breath of air, I analyze my current situation.

A wall of fire blocks my path to the bathroom, which is down the hallway in the back of the bakery. I raise my hands so that they are on either side of my head, palms facing forward. Focusing, I push my hands out in front of me, completely straightening my arms, and a sudden gust of wind blows through the fire, creating a temporary path to the back of the building. I cautiously, but quickly, make my way down the hall. The walls are burning in places and I have to watch my step due to the flames glowing on the wooden floor beneath me.

"Help! Please, someone help me," I hear Kathryn sobbing from the bathroom.

"Hang on!" I shout.

Hearing me, she calls back, with hope in her voice, "I'm in the bathroom."

The wooden door to the bathroom is being eaten away by flames. I grab the doorknob with my right hand, but jerk my hand away when the metal burns my skin.

"Ow!" I look down at my hand and it appears to be fine except for the bright red color on my pointer finger. Ignoring the minor injury for now, I direct my attention back to the door. The fire has obviously weakened the charred wood. Maybe it can be knocked down.