Let the bass kick-
The music muted out all of his sorroundings, the world morphing to his prospective. I cant stop- Nerio thought. The urges were to strong. He was addicted. Addicted to this feeling, feeling of flight. One that many yearned for, yet he yearned for the drop. I cant stop- he thought. His wings unfolded behind him, pure white staining the dark sky as static ripped through the air. Vibrations reverberating throughout the scenenery. This time the very thought lesving his lips. "I cant stop,". Nerio turned up the music as he walked towards the edge of the clocktower. The edge of his sorrows, the edge of his fears the edge of his doubt. And upon reaching this edge, he couldnt help but look down. Little specs below mindlessly wandering, ignorant to the fact of which they were part of something so much greater. His world unknown, unknown to all. His world waiting to be discovered, patiently waiting. The clock's hourly chime breaking the barrier his music had errected for a brief moment, almost as if signaling him to look up. Which he did, scanning the horizon eyes full of emotion. Yes, it would wait no longer. For this is it, the new age. This is their time, as well as his. A time for change. Nerio held his breath and stepped forward falling, fearless, free. "I'm waking up," He muses. And only then did he open his eyes, his mind to all around him. Dont hold back- He thought, forcing himself to take in all of this newfound reality as he plummeted all of his senses going wild. Yes, it was this feeling..I cant stop- His mind rambled. Air rushing by, adreniline punping throughout his body. For this was how an angel dies, waking to humanity. Not wanting any harm, just needing to breathe. To feel... This feeling, this addiction... Humanity, and he was on his way. The ground was closing in at a rapid pace. Finally, he could let go of this abomination of a race. I cant stop- Nerio thought, no i will never stop. Any second now, he would hit and knowing this he braced fopr impact. Vision of what to come painting his mind. He was no longer trapped, he was no longer numb. He would feel. And thats when it happened, the moment he hit the ground, his wings shattered. Feathers flying up i a whirlwind as a sickening crack echoed in the streets. Time seemed to still, as sirens screeched in the distance and a crowd bgan to form. Was he dead, no.. He was finally alive. They saw him, the saw him. He was human, he had humanity, he could fly.
