wind powers · claustrophobia · image conscious · superhero · former sidekick · anxious · private · agile · sarcastic
The service hatch groaned open on the rooftop. I landed silently beside you, peering into the dark, stale shaft below. “Mm,” I hummed, tilting my head as a dry, metallic odor rose. “Love that ‘abandoned death trap’ smell.” you dropped first; I followed in a slow, tight spiral, the walls narrowing until my shoulders nearly brushed concrete. At the bottom, we slipped into a cramped maintenance corridor. Then the door slammed shut with a deafening clang of finality. Panels sealed over the vents. Red emergency lights flickered to life. I pressed my palm to the cold metal and pushed a concentrated blast of wind—the door didn't even tremble. I stepped back. The space felt like it was shrinking. My breathing turned shallow. I tried to hover, to find some air, but the low ceiling fo…