McKinley's POV

I was in shock. Nothing like this had ever happened to me. Well, of course, it hadn't. I had not known I was a superhero. 

I held my breath as Brady walked throughout the room, hiding in dark places, trying to stay low. I tried not to look over to where he was. If I did, Charlie would and then a huge fight would break out. Let's just say I was not looking forward to starting World War III. 

Brady slowly crept over to the left side of the room. He was wearing this black outfit that gave off a blue hue. His orange hair clashes with the outfit so badly, but that didn't matter to me. Well, it did matter, but considering the situation, it wasn't the most important thing. The most important part of this whole mess was getting Brady and me out alive.

I squirmed in my chair, my palms sweaty. The electricity from Charlie was crackling through the air. The heat from his lightning bolt was almost burning off my eyebrows. I was sweating and start to slide out of the duct tape bonds. The duct tape was a silver color, almost grey. It was actually pretty easy to get out of the straps. All I had to do was wait a bit and then just slide out.

"Let's see if this shocks you," Charlie grinned maliciously.
"I'd rather not," I gulped, chuckling nervously.
I was worried as sparks flew through the air. 

I knew that I couldn't escape yet. Brady wasn't ready and neither was I, so I was stuck here. I was stuck with an insane man about to kill me while my new best friend watched. Well, if he would go ahead and rescue me.

"Not so fast, Charlie!" I heard a voice and saw a mask.
Immediately I recognized the smirk and carrot orange hair behind the mask. Brady had finally decided to not let me die. He was wearing jeans, a navy blue shirt, and a black leather jacket. Brady George had possibly just joined a gang because he was even chewing gum. Was I trapped in Grease?

"Well, well, well, if it ain't Storm," Charlie chuckled.
"Just to let you know, it's actually isn't, not ain't! Common grammar mistake of course," I rambled, smiling nervously.
"Shut it!" Charlie glared at me before he looked back up at " Storm. "
"I'm gonna get your little girlfriend," He smirked. I looked up wide eyes at Brady.

I didn't care what injuries occurred, I just wanted to make it out alive.

A/n: shorter chapter, but I hope you like it! ❤