Dreamless in Early Graves (Vic Fuentes / Kellic) ✔️

Chapter 7: The Jump

"Um, mind explaining to me why we are walking towards a Cessna Skywagon?" Vic asked a little hesitantly as we walked through the tall grass of the field the next day.

"You know your aircrafts, mister Fuentes, ten points for you." I complimented him, patting him on his shoulder while using my other hand to wave at the people standing near the small aircraft.

"My dad collects miniatures." Vic explained. "But you didn't answer my question."

I just grinned. "This is our faster way down." Was all I initially told him.

We kindly greeted the three men that stood near the aircraft, them strategically not saying a word about what was going to happen. I didn't know how Vic was going to react to it, so he wasn't going to be told a thing until it was basically too late to turn back.

"Shit, we're really high up." Vic observed as he glanced out through the small window on the side of the plane. And then out of nowhere, the aircraft shook for about two seconds, startling him out of his wits. "What was that?" He asked, a little panicked.

I bit back a giggle. "Probably just an air pocket, it happens." I shrugged.

"Please tell me nothing's actually wrong." He then pleaded, turning back to me with wide eyes.

"It was nice knowing you, Vic." I murmured in response, grinning lightly. That caused him to become even more scared, which was all the more amusing to me. He was going to hate me for life after this. "Relax, nothing's wrong." I assured him, placing my hand on his thigh to try and calm him down somehow.

If he was already freaked out by flying in an airplane, lord only knows what will happen when he finds out that we're going to be jumping out of it soon. Serves him right for calling me boring, though.

Once we were 'on location' and at the right height, two of the three men -obviously because the third one was flying the aircraft- began strapping us into our gear.

"Um, what is this for?" Vic asked cautiously as a harness was snugly bound around his legs, waist and shoulders.

"It's for the way down." I simply told him.

His eyebrows furrowed together. He looked so confused for a minute. I could practically hear the gears turning in his head as he thought about why in the world he'd need such a weird contraption around his body. Until it finally hit him.

"No." He exclaimed. "No, no, no, no. So much no. Fly me back and show me the way to Nope Town because I am not doing this. Nope."

"Yes you are." I countered.

A sarcastic laugh emitted from Vic's throat as he attempted to step away from the guy who was strapping him in. "Nope, it's just not happening. This is insane. Are you suicidal?" He then asked me incredulously.

I snickered a little at that. "Well, I mean, I am dying anyway. . ."

"But I'm not!" Vic was quick to interrupt a little defensively. "There's no way in hell that I'm doing this!"

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". . . I can't believe I'm doing this."

I chuckled, rolling my eyes. Vic had tried to argue it, but it was useless. So after our gear was on and the two men gave us clear instructions and information about how it was gonna go down, the side door of the aircraft finally opened.

"Are you ready?" The instructor attached to Vic asked him.

"Hell no!" He replied.

But no matter what he said now, it was going to happen either way. The instructor let go of the handle bar and jumped out of the small aircraft, Vic screaming his poor little lungs out as they started falling.

"Jesus fucking Christ I am going to fucking die!" He screamed, causing me to burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, which continued when even my own instructor jumped out of the plane with me.

The rush that went through my body as we descended rapidly was amazing. The pressure it caused on my lungs wasn't exactly great, but I'd deal with it. It was bearable. Either I did this now, or I was probably never going to be able to do it at all. It was all or nothing.

Vic just kept screaming and screaming, random profanities leaving his already hoarse throat. Some of it contained empty threats about how he was going to kill me himself if he survived this. And honestly I just couldn't stop laughing.

At the right height, both instructors pulled on their string and out came the parachutes, hoisting us a few feet backwards before we started descending at a much slower pace. That was also when Vic finally stopped screaming and I managed to get my laughter under control.

"Holy shit. . . holy fucking shit. . . oh my god." He breathed heavily.

I snickered a little. For a tanned guy, even he looked pale.

The instructors stayed quiet, but began to pull on numerous strings, which caused us both to glide downwards gracefully in big circles. That way we were able to look at the beautiful view all around us. There were mountains, streams of water, small roads, and on one side was the edge of the city. It was stunning to see the difference between the vast city buildings and the beautiful nature that surrounded it.

It was so peaceful, too. The tranquility of hearing absolutely nothing but the soaring wind pass by our bodies, while the sun shined bright and the ground slowly came closer. . . it was just amazing.

Once we finally reached the ground, arriving in a field near a skydiving training center and a campy diner, the instructors made themselves land on their backs. I heard the sounds of the hooks that held me to the instructor being undone, and managed to stand up on my own.

For a moment, my body felt so heavy. But I soon forgot all about that when I glanced over, still finding Vic lying on the instructor, wiggling his arms and legs around like a turtle stuck on its back.

I tried to muffle my laughter with my hand as I watched him struggling to get up. "So, still think I'm boring?" I asked him teasingly, once he was finally on his own two feet.

Vic brushed himself off, for whatever reason, and took a deep breath. "No, I know what you really are now. . ." He began. I shot him a questioning look. "You are out of your fucking mind, that's what you are."

I giggled, shaking my head in amusement. "Aww." I cooed sarcastically. "Will some pancakes and a milkshake make little Victor feel a bit better and hate me less?"

He bit the inside of his cheek and then grinned. "It might."