Super

19. fry it

"Holy shit," Kai whispered, as Junhyuk dropped to the floor.

His hands were shaking, like the feeling one gets after getting off a roller coaster. Just a few seconds ago, he had been soaring—as high as the sky, feeling like he was harnessing the power of the sun.

Well, you know what the druggies say. The higher you go, the harder you fall.

A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he dropped to his knees, feeling like the world was swimming in front of his eyes. The crowd parted, and Lucas was at his side in an instant, pulling him up and supporting him at the same time.

"What just happened?" he asked, bewildered, as he looked from Kai to the fallen bouncer, then back again. "Did he get you?"

"No, actually, I got myself," Kai said with difficulty, blinking the stars out of his vision and standing on his own feet after he was sure he could. "So did he, in fact. Dude. Lucas. I think I'm a siren."

"You're a what?"

"What's happening here?" The two looked up at the sound of a third voice, the second, bald bouncer who had just appeared from the crowd and was attempting to piece together what had happened. He pointed at Kai threateningly. "You punch him?"

"No, no, no." Kai shook his head vigorously, stepping back. "He punched himself. You can check the cameras."

"You know the cameras don't work here." The guard rolled his eyes. "Not since the opium trade started."

Lucas narrowed his eyes. "The what?"

"The—" Before the man could continue, someone in the crowd started screaming. He turned, moving to inspect the source of the commotion, but not before pointing to the two and ordering them to stay.

"What do you think happened in there?" Kai wondered aloud, trying to peer over the heads of the masses at the scene. His brain felt like melted cheese. "Hey, look. He's going towards the reserved area. You think your wolf did something?"

"Fox."

"Yeah, whatever. Same difference."

Lucas rolled his eyes and turned away, pulling the mic attached to his shirt up to his mouth. The crowd had begun to clear out, probably because of whatever had happened in the area. If they wanted to get their hands on the guy, they needed to do it fast. "Taeyong, Shao," he spoke urgently. "Come to the bar. Something's happened."

"On it." Taeyong's voice was in his earpiece in an instant. "Tell Shao to go back to the van, she won't listen to me."

"I'm not gonna tell her that. Tell her to go back yourself," Lucas snapped back, not wanting to be dragged into the drama again.

"You're so—" The words were cut off by a squeal of static, and Lucas yanked out the earpiece, wincing.

Kai turned around, raising his eyebrows. "What happened?"

"Interception, probably," Lucas muttered. "Go outside and tell the others that the communication system isn't going to work, and they shouldn't use real names if they try to talk. God, my eardrum feels like you screamed in it."

Kai ignored the last comment, eyes getting big. "You're staying here?"

"I'm the most suited to staying, especially if the Foursaken—if they're all here—have enough tech to take out a private line." He stuffed the piece into his pocket and turned towards the crowd. "Kai, use your siren powers—or whatever they are—to get the people out of here."

The purple-haired man smiled brightly, wiping a fake tear from the corner of his eye. "I think that might be the first time you've used my name."

"Not true."