Superhuman

Chapter 34

After a lot of contemplation, Haechan decides to try to help a bit. He was worried his powers would get out of hand or effect the wrong person.

When he gets up slightly into a crouched position, Haechan can see over the table. There laid some bodies, clearly dead, along with a lot of blood covering everything. The sight of it all made him feel weak and he began to dry heave. He hadn't eaten anything that day so nothing came up. How can he help if he's just going to be weak?

Haechan runs out of his hiding spot to another spot closer to everything happening. He had to momentarily duck as a couple of gunshots were aimed his way. Someone must have occupied the source because they weren't aimed at him anymore thankfully.

He stopped for a moment before returning his attention to the chaos in front of him. His breathing became heavy and his heartbeat echoed in his ears, a loud booming that made it hard to hear everything around him.

Fear encased him, but that motivated him even more to do something. The shouts around him slowly seeped into his ears as he regained focus. He needs to help.

He slowly picks himself up so he's standing. The scene around him was a depressing sight. Taeyong was on the ground behind a wall made from a broken table. He was holding his leg that was bleeding out while still shooting at his opposers. He ran towards him, but was stopped by Yuta.

"Mark," he shouts across the way. "Get Haechan to a safe zone. It's not safe here." Yuta could barely get his words out, before a couple of shots were aimed at the two of them. Mark moves quickly towards the two, but shoots the attacker first with a couple of perfectly aimed shots.

"Baby, you have to get out of here. This is too dangerous."

Haechan could barely get a chance to argue before Mark gently pushed him towards a table on the ground. The older runs off to fire more rounds at the attackers.

The younger was getting frustrated. He needs to do something. They're all getting hurt because of him.

"Haechan."

He looks from his spot behind the table to find Kun running towards him.

"I know what you're thinking, but you shouldn't help with the fight. The guys can take care of it. We've been through this before. You need to stay safe."

"But my powers. I can use them."

Kun shakes his head. "You haven't been able to use them properly for very long. There could be large repercussions if you do. Remember how you ended up in my care last time?"

The frustration grew even more. He wanted to help. He was needed.

Despite how much noise that was coming from everything happening in front of them, there was a deep silence between the two.

"That person I told you about."

Haechan looks curiously at the older despite being angered by him.

"There's a lady in America. She's just like you. She can help you especially with your powers. You can get full protection there."

He listens to Kun and everything about this person that supposedly can help him. It didn't sit right, though. How does he know about all of this?

"How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you aren't setting me up?" He took a glance at his eyes to see if what the other was saying was true.

"There's nothing for me to prove to you. You just have to trust me on this. Please." Kun's pleading began to sound truthful.

Haechan hesitates, but before he could say anything, a sound from behind Haechan stops them. He slowly turns his head to find a person smirking from 50 feet away. They knew who Haechan was. They knew how important he was. Dead or alive.

The click of the gun being reloaded sounds louder than the rest of the chaos going on. Haechan gulps. His heart beat roaring in his ear.