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tossed his jacket to his brother, and closed his eyes. The air around him swirled tightly, as if trying to pull him off the ground, and his skin shimmered once before he vanished entirely from sight. His clothes fell, fluttering loosely to the ground.
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    Nate flew in through Kirk’s perpetually open living room window, instantly materializing and landing soundlessly on the carpet. The corner lamp was on, casting sufficient light around the room, and he pushed to his feet as he looked around. “Kirk?” he called, projecting his voice to be heard throughout the apartment. Silence greeted him. He took a deep breath, ignoring the building ache in his head that came from flying across town in his elemental form, and closed his eyes again.
    Gentle waves of air began wafting through the apartment, curving around walls and over furniture, outlining the solid objects in Nate’s mind. And then he finally found what he was looking for, and his eyes snapped open as his feet began moving. He flew up the stairs, barely touching down before he was outside Kirk’s closed bedroom door. He threw the door open and for a moment his throat constricted when he saw his friend lying motionless on top of his mattress. But he was still breathing.
    “Kirk!” Nate called as he came to a stop beside the bed. He reached out to shake his friend’s shoulders before his eyes caught sight of the burn marks on Kirk’s forearm. Kirk’s skin was scorched, blackened in the shape of a handprint. “Oh, god,” Nate groaned as he realized what must have happened. Their largely unknown enemies had come after his best friend and electrocuted him.
    “Nate!” Dean called from downstairs, most likely the living room.
    “Up here!” Nate replied. “I think he’s been electrocuted!”
    Pounding feet preceded Dean’s arrival before he barreled into the room and came to a stop. He was scowling deeply as his eyes landed on the unconscious form of his friend, and he tossed Nate’s jeans to his brother as he moved more into the room. “Put those on and we’ll carry him downstairs.”
    Nate swiftly tugged his pants back on and then the brothers carefully slid Kirk’s limp body off of the mattress. Tense silence weighed heavily in the air as they made their way down the hall, down the stairs, and out to Dean’s illegally parked car. The silence was joined by grunting and muffled curses as they struggled to get Kirk into the backseat. The brothers angled into the car once Kirk was settled and Dean turned around, back the way he’d come.
    Not a word was spoken as Dean sped through town, portable flashing light secured to the roof of his car.
    Logan and Blake were waiting for them outside when they returned, and the four of them had a much easier time getting Kirk out of the car and into the house. Logan set him down on the unoccupied couch and stepped back, coming to stand beside his brothers, to make room for Angela.
    “Oh my god,” Angela breathed, her eyes wide, as she got her first good look at Kirk. Having been Nate’s best friend since they were eleven, she’d known the unconscious man most of her life. And seeing someone who was so much like family in such a horrible condition would make anyone sick. She quickly moved to his side, dropping to her knees beside the couch, and gathered her own power. He was badly hurt, but he was still alive, which meant she could heal him.
    While Angela focused on saving his best friend, Nate turned and made his way to the kitchen. He was mostly recovered at this point, a fortunate side effect of having eaten a large meal so recently, but he was angry. Kirk hadn’t been back in town a month and already their enemies were targeting him.
    “This isn’t your fault, Nate,” Blake said quietly from behind him. There was an echo of familiarity in his voice.
    “Yes it is,” Nate replied sharply, leaning against the counter as he turned to face his brother. “They specifically went after him because of