Traceur

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Autumn's POV
Wilson starts uselessly pulling at my arms, but my elbow is locked securely around his throat. He tries to elbow me, but I'm right behind his head. He'd have to dislocate his arm to get me from here.

The red clouds more of my vision, and I start hoping for Wilson to be able to do something, to be able to knock me off somehow.

But when I look down, I know I can't simply pretend to lose grip. I'm a hundred- maybe even more- feet in the air; a fall that would definitely kill me, even with the super soldier serum. It might enhance me, but it can't do anything to stop my back from shattering on impact. So I cling on, sweat dripping from my brow.

Wilson suddenly dives, and for a second, fear plunged through my chest. Why wouldn't it? We're falling headlong towards the concrete jungle, with nothing to stop us from dying a very bloody death.

But that's not what scares me.

The red mist has mostly taken over my vision, and my fear comes from the fact that I can't tell whether Wilson's dead or alive, and from the fact that I'm losing the battle to keep my head in the game.

Don't die, don't die, please, I find myself wishing, until suddenly, maybe halfway through the fall, he pulls up, rocketing towards a building.

Fuck!

He flies next to it, body horizontal, and starts getting closer and closer to the concrete.

And closer.

My hair brushes against it, and I can tell that he doesn't want to kill me.

"Just get off me and grab the gargoyle!" He yells, and I look ahead towards the looming gargoyle up ahead.

I would've never thought someone would ever say that phrase to me.

"Please!" He begs, looking back. A part of my goggles snap, and they flying off my head and into the oblivion behind me.

"Please!"

I eye the gargoyle; we're about twenty feet away, gaining rapidly.

Ten.

His purpling face and bulging eyes finally convince me. I nod, then loosen my grip.

But I underestimated how fast we're speeding.

As soon as my body loosens around me, he spins to allow me a better angle to leap at the statue, but the spin knocks me right off, and I drop like a stone.

My vision fully submerges in a blood-darkened hue, just as a crushing pain envelops my whole body.

"LEVI!"

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I know this is hella short but I just wanted to leave y'all with a cliffhanger.

Will Levi die? Will the story continue in a grieving Steve's POV? Or will she survive, and continue to fight another day?

This is like one of those story games you can find in the App Store: 1o (I'm not ask'n too much) votes and 5 (really not asking much) comments for the next chapter!

10 VOTES! 5 COMMENTS (plz something other than 'gimme the next chapter or u die')!

LET'S DO THIS!