All three boys threw themselves into the doors—which splintered open at last. With all three of them pushing through the splinters, they finally got them open. The first floor fire roared up at them. “Go!” Dwight yelled, looking around at the fires that was spreading. “Go get them or something, I’ll clear a way out if I can!” He walked to the nearest fire extinguisher, kicked the glass open and took it out. Logan reached in next to him and pulled out the axe.
Blaine stared at him as Logan approached with the axe. Logan gave him a look. “I’d like to say it’s for breaking doors open, but if I have to…”
Logan made a single swift kick right at Adam’s wrist. There was a sickening snap as the knife went flying and Adam howled in pain, grasping his wrist. Julian cried out in rage, grabbed Adam by the jacket and threw him off Blaine. Blaine scrambled to his feet, stumbling backwards on his hands and knees, right into Kurt, who caught him as Logan, barely seeing what he was doing—everything was going too fast—swung the axe around with the blunt side facing forward—
There was a wet crack as it met Adam in a brutal blow right between the shoulder blades and he crumpled to the ground.
Dalton | CP Coulter