Remember More

Chapter 20

REMEMBER MORE

CHAPTER 20

John let go of Yan's wrist and regretted the decision immediately.

He was falling. He was going to die.

He looked down. He was speeding up.

Within five seconds, he was going so fast the ground was rushing in at him at a thousand miles an hour and he screamed his bloody head off a few times but that didn't help.

"Ahhh!" He screamed anyway.

He flailed his arms about for he didn't know what, while his thoughts were like bullets from a machine gun and ricocheting around inside his head, completely out of control.

All the pathways and gates that he had unlocked up to now were all flying open at the same time. Qi gushed in and out of them like a tsunami let loose. A million smells assaulted his nostrils. Tides of colours and lines flooded into his eyes. Power like the pounding of giants coursed through his arms and legs and threatened to come bursting out of every pore from every part of his body.

The colours. The lines. In the cliff, in the skies all around him and the ground, fast approaching. The colours.

The lines.

The ground. Eight hundred feet away.

The lines of magnetism not only ran along the hard, physical objects like the face of the cliff beside him. They also streamed through the clouds and the molecules of air and the eddies and currents that made up and was the air itself.

Five hundred feet.

The currents in the air. He could see them. Like on a special night and you looked up at the Aurora Borealis and you could see how the charged particles in the night sky were riding along the magnetic fields near the north pole of the Earth.

Two hundred feet.

John looked down. He concentrated. He could see the same lines in the air curving toward the ground and then turning at the last to ride along its surface.

He rounded up his mad qi. He regrouped it, organized it. He focused and directed it all along his arms and legs. And his body too.

And as he neared ground, some fifty feet away from the surface, he picked out a good spot along the curving lines and he just…

…rode on them.

Like off the end of a water slide. Or a ski jump.

John picked out a spot on the curves on the lines along the ground and he rode them back up into the air.

With the momentum from the fall, he was now flipped back into the sky and shot through the air like a bird, like a plane at nearly two hundred miles an hour, like a sling shot, like a football headed for the end zone.

He was flying.

His eyes were the size of dinner plates and his mouth was wide open.

"Whoohooooo!"

He was a human maglev. A monorail without the rail. A bullet train without the train. He was just a bullet. A human bullet slicing through the air.

By this time, he was getting the hang of it more and it really was like riding down a water slide or like one of those Olympic athletes on those tiny little ice sleds, except here, John was whizzing along on his stomach, shooting through the air, head first. He found that he could adjust the qi in his chest and thighs and depending on how much power he fed into these areas, he could adjust for elevation and tilt. Shooting out qi away through his legs and the bottom of his feet made him go faster. And working up qi in his arms helped him steer.