Free Runner

Prologue

There is one way to describe the feeling of wind rushing past your body, or the exhilaration of a jump. Adrenaline pumps through every vein and your breath is labored and hoarse. You're free, that's all you can describe it as. No other word can substitute it, nor can another replace it.

Freedom was everything to Evan, he loved it, lived it, and breathed it. He was free, the ground could not hold him and fear could not cage him. The city was his to roam. He knew every nook and cranny, every turn and dip, he knew it all.

Running free was his only joy. It was a high he would never experience with stimulants or other narcotics. Only leaping from one place to another could satisfy him, and that was all right by him.

The hammering of feet against cement slowed to a halt. Evan smiled and laughed. There was no end to his constant thrill. He walked to the edge of the building he stood on and judged the distance between it and the building beside it. With confidence he jumped. His heels barely hung off the edge. Evan let out a sigh of relief at his success.

There was a crack following his sigh and panic consumed him. His feet gave out from under him and all he could feel was the wind on his back as he fell further and further from the building's roof. All he could hear was his voice, his thoughts, and then silence. Nothing.