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Dark sprinted down halls upon halls, trying to get Evolveds off his tail.
Powers ricocheted off the walls. Knocked over paintings, crumbled corners, melted doors.
There were stairs ahead.
Dark seethed, his lungs burning, chest aching, heart racing.
High Evolveds had incredible stamina, but it could only benefit them for so long. The chase felt like hours—nothing like the night Mark ran away. He didn't know how much longer he could keep running.
He reached the stairs.
Dark grabbed onto the railing and used his momentum to swing himself up. He slid down the rails, cloak flying behind him, wind rushing past his face.
"DOWN THERE!" someone shouted.
Dark jumped off and stumbled to his feet, landing on the stairwell. His cloak fluttered as he spun around and leaned over the railing, gripping onto it tight. The ground was a dozen flights down, and his vision waved and split.
He could jump.
Footsteps thundered close by. Dark looked up. Huffed.
Now or never.
He grabbed his bearings, swung his legs over the rails, and jumped.
Flights and flights sped into a blur. Wind roared in his ears.
The ground grew closer in seconds.
Dread pounded in his chest, and he flailed in the air, reaching for something to grab onto.
His fingers snagged rails. Missed.
Shit.
The ground was close. Closer. Close—
His cloak flew up and snagged in railing.
The ground below him lurched, and Dark's body whiplashed at the sudden stop. He gasped and clutched himself, catching his breath.
Ripping sounded above, and he glanced up, eyeing his cloak lodged in the rails.
The fabric began to tear.
Dark hung there, tangled in his garments. He cursed, hands fumbling, and grabbed the railing right as the cloak teared. It fluttered down a few stories before landing on the ground.
"Where'd he go?" echoed voices way up high.
Dark adjusted his grip on the railings, the wood slippery. He looked around, heart racing, and spotted the stairwell below. He'd have to jump again.
He began to swing—back and forth—back and forth—gaining momentum.
He focused on the flight below, took a deep breath, and jumped.
His feet hit the ground, and he lurched forward with the force. He tumbled and grasped at the floor, caught his footing, and stood up with a flourish.
"Well, find him!" a voice yelled. "Antinstine's gonna be pissed!"
Dark ran his hands down his back and lifted what was left of his cloak, frowning. Half of it had torn from the fall. He combed a hand through his hair, pressed his hand against his collarbone, and felt the metal, tear-shaped clasps there. He huffed in relief; at least those were still there—the emblem his mother once wore.
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Fanfiction"I have tears from presidents, kings and queens, even servants. From them, I have power. Not the power of reigning over nations, but the power of knowing one's secrets." ➿ Mark, a renowned serial killer, murders celebrities of all kinds. He makes i...
