Leon Skyil saw Casey, in those brief seconds, when the box on the table exploded with orange-red light, shattering the glass; Casey took two steps towards himself, before she vanished into a puff of ash. An intense pain surged through Leon after that. He felt his feathers being singed by the flames of the blast, but there was something that hurt even more. Leon looked at his stomach. There was a large piece of shrapnel thoroughly embedded within it. His feathers were matted with blood that was escaping from the wound. But he felt invigorated. There was something deep inside him that refused to die. He had to survive. He had to live, it fought every moment of grim hopelessness and won out each time. His body was coursing with what seemed to be endless amounts of adrenaline. Leon felt invincible, and he knew that he was on a timer, before he dies, but he had to survive for as long as he could possibly last.
He ran down the cracked glass stairs, as he saw flames beginning to engulf the entirety of floor 11. The flames had yet to reach the sprinklers, but the damage already began to set into place. The floors were stained with grey silhouettes of smoke and flame. The glass by which Jim was standing nearby just moments prior was now a shattered mess. Jim had fell through the glass from the blast. Leon had no time to worry about Jim, he had to save himself first. He ran to the elevator, which suffered minimal damage due to the fact it was built into the wall, not protruding. He got inside the elevator and immediately pressed the button for the first floor– the lobby. Leon had an administrator card which allowed him access into all areas of the building, but the most important thing it could do at this time is that it could dramatically speed up elevators. Leon was told never to use this function unless it was an emergency, and unless him dying of blood loss was not an emergency, he was going to use it. He took the lanyard on which the card was hanging on, and he swiped it onto the small black glass opening at the top of elevator panel. "Card Accepted" The elevator voice announced, and Leon immediately felt the elevator descend at a faster rate. The pain in stomach refused to go away, and it began to intensify at the fact he had nothing to do but stand for ten more seconds. Blood began to splatter onto the wooden elevator flooring in small droplets, painting the light brown lighter with a red tint.
The elevator door opened, and Leon Skyil ran out slightly faster than his body was prepared to, and he coughed into his hand. There was blood. The shrapnel or blast might have punctured something, but his body refused to die. It continued to pump energy again and again, coursing in throughout himself, it pushed him onward. He wandered through the company's lobby, dirtying up the marble flooring with his blood. He quickly thought about whether to open the front door, but found it easier just to bash it with his body. He made it to the sidewalk and remembered where he had to go next. Talon Enterprises was a large company, so it made sense that their building was located in the heart of the Multiplex. If Leon could just make it to one of the main streets, he would be able to rest and survive. Leon thought about this whole series of events that spanned less than 10 minutes. His dreams- no, visions, of this disaster were all right- except with one detail. He never made it outside the building. In his visions, he would feel the sharp pains of the shrapnel, and he would be able to wander into the lobby, but his body would always run out energy before he could make it to the outside world, and he would collapse, dead, in the lobby of Talon.
But now, he was outside. He felt the pains getting more painful now, and his walk had slowed to a drunken wander on the street. "Just one more street." He thought. He turned the corner and saw people wandering on their daily commute. He managed to stumble his way across the street, until he collapsed, completely drained of energy, halfway across the walk. Mid-fall, he saw people from all corners of the avenue staring at him, and as he lay on the cold, hard pavement, he formed a smile on his face; he knew that he was not going to die, not yet.
