Super

20. angel

"You said it would be fine!" Kai yelled.

Baekhyun was on the floor on his knees, held up by a stony-faced Taemin. "It's fine," he whisper-said, blinking at the ground. Shao took a step back, noticing the line of blood that flowed from his nose, dripping down his lips. "I've just never...never used so much before." He brought up a hand to wipe it across his top lip, leaving behind a red smear. "They'll be fine."

"I don't know about that," Ten observed from the window, glancing back at Baekhyun worriedly. "Even if they survived the original blast, the fire's going strong. The smoke should be enough to do them in, if they don't get out in time."

"They'll be back in time, though," Mark said, and Shao noticed that he was turning a pencil over and over between his fingers. "Right?"

"I don't see them," Ten spoke quietly.

Shao was a risk-taker, but usually not for other people, and never for people she had met only days ago. She was content sitting in the spaceship with a bucket of popcorn and watching the action unfold, but she couldn't help thinking of the fire.

She had seen people who died in fires before. Hell, she had been in a fire before, surrounded by flames that licked the ceilings of the dome, crying out for people she knew would never come back out of the red-hot.

Fire.

"Jesus," she muttered, climbing on top of one of the chairs. The Supers stared at her, mystified, as she grabbed the edge of the open panel on the roof of the aircraft with both hands and swung herself up and out of the hole. Mark gasped, stepping closer to the hole to look up at her. "Well, aren't you coming?"

"You could, like, wait for the door," he said, frowning. "Like a normal person."

"It's not easy being a normal person when you're surrounded by literal superheroes. Y'all are rubbing off on me." She raised her eyebrows. The surface of the plane was slippery and cold, with no grooves to hold on to, and she didn't want to slip. "Besides, it's too hard waiting for the slow-ass hatch."

Saying this, she slipped off the side, sliding over the smooth surface and jumping off one of the wings. The fall was at least ten feet, but she had a rich history of jumping off high places, so ten feet wasn't a lot.

The contact with the hard floor sent a familiar jar through her, and she got to her feet nimbly, smiling to herself as she heard the hatch open with a hiss. Clouds of smoke were billowing from the bar, though it wasn't a lot, and she guessed that the fire hadn't started spreading yet. There was still time, but not enough of it.

"Come on," she muttered, looking back and realizing that no one else was out yet. "Five Supers, and not one of them knows gymnastics?"

Apparently not.

Wait, I have the comm thing, she realized, pulling the device out of her pocket from where she'd put it when Taeyong had handed it to her. She had no idea if it would work with the previous static, but there was nothing to do but hope. Lifting it gingerly to her lips, she put the earpiece in her ear. "Big guy?" she spoke. "Lucas?"

No response.

She pursed her lips and glanced back, beginning to walk. No one was there yet. "Any help?" she called out as loud as she dared, stuffing the transmitter into the pocket of the jeans. Any longer, and Taeyong and Lucas would be grilled.

She squinted at the building again. Yup, the smoke was definitely growing.

"Useless superheroes," she muttered viciously to herself. "I have to do all the work around here."