Action scene! Kind of. :)
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The heat was blinding.
It didn't matter that Kurt could withstand the temperature of the sun; the bright and angry flames were still causing chaos everywhere he looked. Heat waves obscured his vision, making the obliterated metal of the crashed cars shimmer like an illusion. Taking in a deep breath was a mistake. Kurt inhaled a load of smoke, and he doubled over, coughing and spluttering. For a brief moment, he grabbed blindly for some sort of support. His hand landed on the searing hot metal of a black car, and he jerked away reflexively, regardless of the absence of pain. His breathing was becoming quick, and smoke flooded into his lungs. Eyes watering, Kurt stumbled through the wreck that surrounded him.
He tried calling out – the reason he'd come here in the first place was to save someone. The words stuck in his throat. So did the thick air. Close by, someone was screaming… but Kurt heard nothing. Darkness enveloped him in its stifling embrace, and Kurt began to fall. The ground rushed up to meet him, but before he hit the glass-covered road, large hands made of rock wrapped around his delicate waist, holding him. Through half-closed eyes, Kurt looked up as Dave carried him to safety. He tried to protest – to say that no, there were still people that needed saving, they had to go back… but no words came. He was barely conscious by the time they escaped the wreckage.
"Kurt!" A strangely relieved voice reached Kurt's ears, and he strained to look at Blaine, who was running over to him in his torn supersuit, eyes red.
"Hey, hey Kurt." Blaine put a soft hand on Kurt's cheek as Dave lay him down on the damp grass beside the road. Kurt's porcelain skin was tainted black with ash. "Come on, stay with us. Whatever you do, stay awake. Come on, Kurt."
Kurt's eyelids felt like lead, and he needed to sleep. He needed air, too. Lots of it. Suddenly, Kurt curled into himself and started coughing viciously. Blaine jerked away, still on his knees. Dave was leaning on a nearby tree, overlooking the situation.
"Oh my God. What the hell happened?" Santana became visible, seemingly appearing out of thin air, and crouched beside Kurt as he continued to cough uncontrollably.
"Smoke inhalation. He was in the middle of the wreckage for too long." Dave commented from his spot, a few metres away. His voice sounded indifferent, but his eyes were telling a completely different story. Santana eyed the tall man with suspicion, but shortly returned her attention to Kurt.
"He was in the wreckage? What the hell, Blaine? Why would you let him go in? Those cars are like, five seconds away from exploding." Santana muttered angrily at Blaine, who shrank back, sitting with his legs crossed and his head in his hands. He said nothing, but shook his head in self-disappointment.
"I don't know what happened… one moment he was there, and the next…"
Blaine would've been crushed if it weren't for Santana. The 3 tonne hunk of metal came flying from behind Blaine, speeding through the air with impossible speed. Out of no-where, Santana knocked him into the ground, covering both of their bodies in a glowing force field. The bottom of the trailer scraped the magnetic field, taking a hit at Santana's strength.
"Watch where you're throwing things, dumbass!" Santana screeched at a shocked looking Dave, who stood a few metres away, having just pelted the half-truck at Blaine. He began to yell apologies, but Blaine waved him off, frustrated. Up ahead, the trailer had landed, and had been set alight with a burst of electricity from Von Doom. Out of the wreckage he strutted, cloak fluttering in the wind.
"And I actually thought this might be a challenge."
With a smirk, Von Doom began raising his hands, causing the street lamps to flicker and explode, surrendering their power to the man. Blaine ducked and rolled as various metal objects began falling all around him, and shards of glass tinkered onto the road. Obviously without much thought, Dave sprinted past Blaine and barrelled down the tar toward Von Doom. With a chilling laugh, the man struck Dave with a bolt of electricity strong enough to reduce Blaine or Santana to ashes. Dave fell backwards, stunned, and created a large crack in the road.
Blaine got an idea, and sprinted forward. He stretched his legs, skyrocketing upwards as he grew taller and taller. The skyscrapers on either side of the road were decorated with numerous flagpoles and window ledges. Perfect. Blaine's stretched fingers gripped one of the lower flagpoles and he pulled himself up to it. He was now sitting atop on it, legs on either side as he looked down at the chaos below. Santana was haphazardly throwing force fields at Von Doom, but they were being deflected with ease. Blaine swore – he could see her strength wearing thin. Where the hell was Kurt?
As if in answer to his thoughts, a bullet of fire sped past Blaine, almost knocking him off the flagpole. Kurt landed in front of Von Doom in a crouch, slowly standing up. Blaine couldn't see him well from this distance, but the man was on fire – he was bound to look some level of scary. Blaine didn't hear any of the conversation that followed.
"Ah, finally. We've all been waiting for you, you know. Nice of you to finally show up." Von Doom removed his gloves and smiled approvingly.
"Where is he?" Kurt's voice was low and menacing.
Von Doom raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Who?"
"My father. Where. Is. He." Kurt was almost shaking with rage, and the flames all over his body flickered in response to his growing emotion.
"Oh, yes. I remember." Von Doom drawled. "You'll have to find him yourself…" he trailed off, gesturing to the chaos of fire and metal that sat behind him.
Kurt's fire-filled eyes widened, and without a second thought, he sprinted into the mountain of cars that were trapping, if not killing, his father. All Blaine's plans flew out of the window the second Kurt ran into the wreckage. Panicking, Blaine gripped the flagpole once more, swung so he dangled under it, and stretched his arms and legs in order to reach the ground as soon as he could.
"KURT!" he screamed, running towards the fiery mountain.
Von Doom made no attempt to stop him as he ran, simply watching on with interest. When he reached the ominous pile of metal, Blaine tried in vain to get closer. The heat was insane, and it seeped into every fibre of Blaine's body.
"KURT!" he yelled again, squinting through the heatwaves. He was just about to take another step toward the wreckage when an impossible force began to pull him backwards. Not a moment later, an explosion shook the night, knocking Blaine and Dave onto the ground. Blaine yelled and fought against the rock-hard arms around his shoulders as he was dragged away. Tears clouded his vision, and he couldn't help but think that Kurt was dead. He would've survived the heat, but not the chunks of metal that had flown in all directions.
Choking on tears, Blaine's voice cracked as he whispered Kurt's name once more.
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