setting off the police. They would probably figure that we’d simply waltz into their fire and fight them off in my normal style of flashy combat.
Instead, we would stealthily escape out the skylight.
“You boys better be quick.” I told them.
I stood directly under the edge of the hole. Knowing I could get onto the roof easily, I reached up and grabbed the stones with my hands, holding on with a killer grip. I began to pull myself up, but instead of relying simply on myself, there were two strong hands on my waist. Thinking only Rowan would have the nerve to support me, I looked down to see Salah’s hands on me. I was shocked, but allowed him to boost me up and out of the hole. Once under the blue sky, I knelt down on the gravel-covered roof.
“Take my hand,” I mouthed to Salah, and he did. I hoisted him up, and Rowan began bringing himself to the roof. He could do it by himself, I knew, so I let him struggle. Once he was up, I began running. There were a few five-to-ten foot gaps between the buildings, I assessed before jumping.
The police quickly noticed we were on the top of the building and the onslaught of bullets was hasty. I’ve been shot two hundred times, and it’s not a pleasant experience. The feeling of your flesh being torn open as the sheer momentum of a bullet rips through layers of skin was something I hoped never to feel that again, but it’s preposterous to believe in such frivolous hopes, as I would probably be shot again in the next ten minutes.
“Run!” I yelled again, following my own command. The scenery rushed around me as I pushed my legs to their limit, jumping a huge span. The moment in the air was terrifying, yet thrilling – a host of burly officers pointing guns at me from a fifty foot drop onto solid concrete wasn’t exactly my cup of teas. Though it was in slow motion for me, for them I passed by in a blur and was gone. I landed with a loud crack on the first building. I kept going, and heard Salah and Rowan following quickly behind me, along with Dmitri.
“You can’t hide forever Kairee!” Ivanov yelled, “I will get you eventually! Sooner or later you will be at the dangerous criminals holding center!”
“In your dreams!” I screamed back, attracting too much attention from the people on the ground. The next jump was shorter, so I landed closer to the middle instead of the edge. The next stretch was even smaller and I overestimated it. Right before landing, I realized something fatal that I had missed – the top of this building was eight glass skylights with only a few feet of stone in between. Instead of stopping safely on the stone, as originally anticipated, I shattered through one of the skylights. A bone-crushing scream escaped my lips as I crashed down into a room full of construction objects. Bricks and pipes and glass panels all made harsh contacts with my body at frightening speed. Slamming down on the concrete floor, I felt as if I had turned to jelly. I landed on my stomach and felt three of my ribs crack – two in the back, and one in the front. Pain shot through my leg, setting my veins on fire wherever it hit, possibly a broken femur and another break on my tibia from hitting bricks. Attempting to haul myself up, the windows around me exploded. Hundreds of flying silver projectiles sped through the room, all splaying above my head but ultimately landing around me in a grandiose display of titanium. The dagger case on my back was digging into my skin, creating a bruise that would probably stay for while. Some of the glass landed on me, slicing open portions of the skin on my exposed and broken leg.
I heard Rowan’s light footsteps above me and Salah’s hard footfalls behind those.
Rowan, realizing I wasn’t in front of him, sounded nervous when he yelled.
“Kairee?!” He screamed, dropping down onto his stomach on the ceiling above me in order to avoid the bullets.
I moaned as loud as I could manage without hurting my winded lungs. The
Instead, we would stealthily escape out the skylight.
“You boys better be quick.” I told them.
I stood directly under the edge of the hole. Knowing I could get onto the roof easily, I reached up and grabbed the stones with my hands, holding on with a killer grip. I began to pull myself up, but instead of relying simply on myself, there were two strong hands on my waist. Thinking only Rowan would have the nerve to support me, I looked down to see Salah’s hands on me. I was shocked, but allowed him to boost me up and out of the hole. Once under the blue sky, I knelt down on the gravel-covered roof.
“Take my hand,” I mouthed to Salah, and he did. I hoisted him up, and Rowan began bringing himself to the roof. He could do it by himself, I knew, so I let him struggle. Once he was up, I began running. There were a few five-to-ten foot gaps between the buildings, I assessed before jumping.
The police quickly noticed we were on the top of the building and the onslaught of bullets was hasty. I’ve been shot two hundred times, and it’s not a pleasant experience. The feeling of your flesh being torn open as the sheer momentum of a bullet rips through layers of skin was something I hoped never to feel that again, but it’s preposterous to believe in such frivolous hopes, as I would probably be shot again in the next ten minutes.
“Run!” I yelled again, following my own command. The scenery rushed around me as I pushed my legs to their limit, jumping a huge span. The moment in the air was terrifying, yet thrilling – a host of burly officers pointing guns at me from a fifty foot drop onto solid concrete wasn’t exactly my cup of teas. Though it was in slow motion for me, for them I passed by in a blur and was gone. I landed with a loud crack on the first building. I kept going, and heard Salah and Rowan following quickly behind me, along with Dmitri.
“You can’t hide forever Kairee!” Ivanov yelled, “I will get you eventually! Sooner or later you will be at the dangerous criminals holding center!”
“In your dreams!” I screamed back, attracting too much attention from the people on the ground. The next jump was shorter, so I landed closer to the middle instead of the edge. The next stretch was even smaller and I overestimated it. Right before landing, I realized something fatal that I had missed – the top of this building was eight glass skylights with only a few feet of stone in between. Instead of stopping safely on the stone, as originally anticipated, I shattered through one of the skylights. A bone-crushing scream escaped my lips as I crashed down into a room full of construction objects. Bricks and pipes and glass panels all made harsh contacts with my body at frightening speed. Slamming down on the concrete floor, I felt as if I had turned to jelly. I landed on my stomach and felt three of my ribs crack – two in the back, and one in the front. Pain shot through my leg, setting my veins on fire wherever it hit, possibly a broken femur and another break on my tibia from hitting bricks. Attempting to haul myself up, the windows around me exploded. Hundreds of flying silver projectiles sped through the room, all splaying above my head but ultimately landing around me in a grandiose display of titanium. The dagger case on my back was digging into my skin, creating a bruise that would probably stay for while. Some of the glass landed on me, slicing open portions of the skin on my exposed and broken leg.
I heard Rowan’s light footsteps above me and Salah’s hard footfalls behind those.
Rowan, realizing I wasn’t in front of him, sounded nervous when he yelled.
“Kairee?!” He screamed, dropping down onto his stomach on the ceiling above me in order to avoid the bullets.
I moaned as loud as I could manage without hurting my winded lungs. The
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