Twenty-Two

Leigh wasn't sure where to go. She wasn't even sure if kissing Twelve had been the right choice. It felt like the right choice. Fitting, somehow. Not to mention she had quite enjoyed it. Could Twelve make it out? And Six? Leigh slowly moved out of the way, making sure to be out of the blast radius. Where were the rest of her fiends? On the horizon, she could make out a person being launched out of the window. The person in question was haltingly dropped to the ground, then released a little early and collapsed onto the ground.

"Ow, Twelve." She could hear Six's remark.

Dashing forwards, she scooped him up and pulled him away from the building, which now had fire licking out of the windows. Once they were away at a safe distance, Leigh turned around again, ready to run back into the house to save Twelve.

It was too late.

The building had maximized it's breaking point with the flames. The lower portion collapsed, and then it exploded.