Mist

Thrown into the Deep End

I don’t feel air, I just hear it, I feel like a large plastic bag flowing wildly in the wind. The mountain grows right under me and I open my arms. If anything works, this will probably work. My visor activates and tells me where to land. I don't know how to glide. I wobble my arms back and forth trying to stabilize, but I keep flipping around. I see the same mountain over and over again, flipping up and down and side to to side.

Suddenly I’m stable, slowly drifting down through the blizzard. The giant mountain stares ominously at me, clouds wrap around me, and I’m left in a grey world of silence. I take a deep breath in and out. “I’m not in the clear yet,” I say to myself. I wobble slightly. A flower drifts by me. I shoot through the clouds.

The snow engulfs my visor until it's almost impossible to see. I voice activate the night vision mode. The snow is even more noticeable. The large mountain peaks through the clouds. I know where it’s at, but the tiny ones appear randomly. The snow makes little clicks when it touches my helmet. As I descend, more and more peaks pop up. Rough cliffs and rocks jut out beside me.

I can’t stop myself. I can’t just hit the breaks. I am going at a speed of fast and I feel like I’m on a giant water slide with obstacles, but not for fun. What water slide would have obstacles? I try to focus on the situation, but I can only think about water slides and water slides with obstacles. I notice a small bright light from a side of the cliff. Another one appears, then another and another. Bullets fly beside me. I do my best to dodge them. Sure enough, I flip and lose the glide. I’m plummeting.

At this point, I'm closing in on the ground and really focus as mountains appear even more randomly and bigger. A laser shoots through my wingsuit. Luckily, the wingsuit is made of hard-light, so nothing happens. I laugh as I take a giant turn around a mountain. More and more lights pop up as I continue to descend.

My visor shows big letters, “PULL.” I figure that means pulling my parachute. My body shifts up. My neck fly back and cracks. I shake it off and try to land the parachute. The only problem is I'm too close to the ground to have a safe landing. I prepare myself for the pain.

When I land, it feels like my ankles went up in my stomach and my leg bones left with them. I scream in pain. At least the snow is pretty. It’s small, ball shaped crystals. I do my best to grab the snow and get up. Nothing seems broke, but I limp, A bright red marker shines on top of a mountain many mountains away.  

The rifle stayed on my back. I take off my helmet. Snow gently touches my face and air sweeps through my hair. Lasers continuously shoot all around me. “God speed,” I whisper seeing the black specks of my comrades jumping from aircrafts. I shove my helmet into my backpack and search it. I find a cloth and wrap it around my mouth. I reach for the knife that’s connected to the side of the backpack and retrieve my helmet. I smoothly carve the visor and the gas mask off. I place the helmet back on. I grasp my knife close to my face and run on this cliffside towards the objective.