Everything on Lex burned, from his legs to his lungs, and his breaths came out in ragged gasps as he felt blindly behind him for a wall to slide down. He felt the rough brick of whatever building it was scratching at his back through his shirt, but that didn’t stop him from sinking down against it. His ears were still ringing from being in such close proximity to a gunshot, and his voice sounded foreign to his own ears. “What happened out there?” he asked, knowing in his mind that she probably hadn’t gotten a chance to see anything through the chaos.<br/><br/>He felt sick, and his stomach was revolting against him every second. It was quieter, but it almost made him miss the noise. All of the silence just reminded him that Marcus wasn’t with them. Hopefully he was with their mother, though, for both of their sakes. Locked inside the house, with their guns and their warmth. Or maybe Marcus would get the speeder running and the four of them could just leave. Or at least, drive for as long as the fuel tank would allow.<br/><br/>Lex pressed his back against the brick wall and pushed himself to his feet, dusting the back of his pants off before dragging his hands back through his hair. He always kept it long enough so that it could obscure his eyes, but sometime in the ruckus it had fallen from his ponytail and now it was just suffocating him. “We can’t just stay here. We need to get somewhere safe.” Marcus would find them; he was pretty good about that. But right now, Lex and Blue were in danger, and they had to be alive for Marcus to swoop in and rescue them.