You can't do anything. You just can't. You're falling; there's nothing you can do about it.
The man is frozen as you fall down, down beyond the fire escape.
Time is painfully slow; your bain is moving at five times the speed.
What is that? Horror? Remorse? Envy? His face is etched with indistinguishable emotion, but it's so clear as you fall. You can't believe it, but you're taking a moment to note the contours of his face and remember what he looks like. You can also see the stars like crystal drops of universe blood sprinkling the sky, twinkling down bright and clear. The ladder, dripping with perspiration. The brick, chalky and brittle.
Your own hands, small and pale in comparison to the rest of the world, clawing at the black expanse of sky and the taunting relativity of the twisted rungs.
You finally feel the impact. A jolt to your entire body. Slowly, you begin to register the ache in the very back of your mind. Your eyes grow heavy and the stars spin. That head ache begins to spike into a migraine, a pain so skull splitting--
"Clear!"
The whir of an engine, the buzz of a shock. You feel stiff and your teeth chatter, but then you fall back limp, still unable to move.
"Clear!"
It's white.
"Clear!"
It's empty.
"Clear!"
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Futile Trials
AdventureThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
