Through the Dark

The next morning, I met Tuukka at the edge of the cliff that was above the HQs.
"I can't believe this. We're going in here...again." I groaned.
"Don't worry, nothing bad happened last time, so nothing bad should happen this time," Tuukka told me, trying to calm me down.
"You said that nothing bad happened last time? Last time I went in there--" I pointed to the HQs. "--I almost got strangled to death!"
"Well, this time you won't since Mitty's with Pekka. 'Kay?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Okay...let's get this over with." I sat on the edge and slid down the rocky cliff to the HQs with Tuukka.
"Alright, now let's be quiet. No noises..." Tuukka cautiously walked over the white building and up the steps. He opened the glass doors and peered outside. He looked at me and gave me the signal to come with him.
I jogged over to him and jumped up the steps, making noises.
"Shhh!!! You're gonna give us away!" Tuukka hissed.
"Sorry, I'm not a ninja." I passed by him into the building.
We walked around the empty, white hallways, only hearing our footsteps.
"This is interesting...the guys who are usually outside around this time aren't outside..," I muttered.
"That's good...make it easier to get through."
"But I mean, doesn't it seem a bit fishy? Out of all the days, they decide to take a day off--"
"Corey, shut up. You're making it seem like this is a bad idea."
"That's what I'm tryin' to get across--this is a bad ide--" I stopped talking when I heard footsteps coming our way. "Shoot, someone's here," I whispered.
"Follow me!" Tuukka grabbed my wrist and began to drag me towards a nearby door, but then he randomly collapsed, making me also hit the cold ground.
"What the hell? Why'd you fall?"
"Ack...my head..." Tuukka was in a child's pose, having his hands on his hair.
"What about your head?"
"Corey...I think we have visitors..."
I looked behind me. There was a guy that looked like he was in his teens with orangish/blond hair, piecing through me with his cold, blue eyes. I didn't know what to say to him.
He took lighter from his pocket and lit it. He placed the flame on his hand and his hand bursted into flames. He slipped the lighter away and gave his other hand the fair share of the fire. Then he shot a streak of fire at me.
I pushed Tuukka and me out of the way, tumbling to the other side of the hallway. I grabbed my gun from my holster desperately and began to shoot at him in defensive, still on the ground. I never missed him, but it seem like my bullets were doing no harm to him. "Tuukka!" I yelled. "Help meeee!!!"
"--Can't!" Tuukka spat out in pain.
"Forget about your stupid headache and get your--" My sentence got cut by a huge ball of hitting me square in the chest. Shoot, I'm dead, was all I could think of.
But I wasn't. Protecting me was a blue shield, kind of like a force field, but it wasn't sphere and it was blue, not purple. What the? I don't have this type of power. I looked ahead and saw that it was Tuukka who was protecting me. Neat. He finally got his act together.
I saw Tuukka getting up slowly, facing the flame dude in courage. "Patrick?"
A sly smile grew on Patrick's face. "Yea?"
"KARI?!" Tuukka yelled. "LISTEN TO MEEEEE!"
"Ei!" (No!)
And like that, Tuukka was back on the ground, having his headache; the force field disappeared.
So I take it that Patrick makes Tuukka have headaches?
Another guy then came into the scene. Nicely groomed brown hair with some facial hair and also cold, blue eyes. What's up with the blue eyes?
"Who are you?" the new guy asked me.
"Who, me?" I pointed to myself.
"Yea, you-- Who are you?"
"Errr...Corey...Crawford...?"
"Come with me." The guy made a motion with his hand, telling me to come to him.
"No," I automatically said.
"No?" The guy cocked an eyebrow.
"Why do you want me to come?" I held my gun at him and Patrick, giving me comfort.
"You'll see...if you come."
I looked down at Tuukka to see if he says it's okay. He was too focus edging towards the two guys with his gun pointing at him. I didn't want to leave him...or would he also join me?
"Is Tuukka coming as well?" I asked.
"Oh yea, that's who I really want to see." He smiled.
"What's your--" I immediately felt like the room was tilting and the floor was bouncing out at me. Then it stopped as fast as it started. "What the hell was that?" I asked.
"Shoot, it didn't work," the guy muttered to himself.
"I can burn him," Patrick told the guy.
"Heck no, we don't want to kill him...I just wanted to control him... There's something different about him..."
"Try again."
I did not want him to succeed. "No!" I cocked my gun and was about to pull the trigger when they both disappeared in a blue streak.
"Did it!" Tuukka was spread out on the ground in relief with his right hand as a gun. "Got rid of them."
I walked over to him. "For good?"
Tuukka shrugged. "I dunno. With Kari controlling them, I doubt it. He knows everything about what he made."
I made a bewildered. "Wait what? That was not Kari, Rask. That headache must've done a number on you because now you think that those dudes were Kari--"
"No, no, no, Corey, you don't get it." Tuukka held out his left hand and I pulled him up. "Kari was controlling him since he has telepathic powers."
"Ohhh...yikes, that's scary." I began to walk towards the exit with Tuukka. "Do you know those guys, though, or were they just random, controlled strangers?"
"Oh, I do know those guys--the fire dude is Patrick, Patrick Kane. And the other guy is Henrik Lundqvist."

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