17 June 2012
(read part 4 first)
New York. It never seemed beautiful from down there. But now, up here, he could see everything. The beauty of lights reaching through a wispy layer of cloud. No noise from cars. Just a blur. A blur of the busy lives of the Americans bellow. He himself wasn't American. He was English. Sent to America because of his health problems. They couldn't help. No one could. He looked down. From the hight of the Empire State building he could only guess what was going on bellow. A helicopter emerged from the low layer of cloud. A large spotlight was fixed underneath. It scanned over the area. Matt only sat in terror as the helicopter passed. He jumped up and ran down the sloping roof. He slipped as he reached the edge almost loosing his balance. What to do? What to do? He searched for answers. Balance wasn't on his side at that moment and so why shouldn't he use it to be on his side, or at least that's what he thought. He let himself fall. Wind gushed past. His vision blurred. The helicopter was directly bellow. It would rip him to pieces. He fell. As he was about to hit the blade his disease kicked in. He grabbed the blade using it to swing him round. His fingers started to slip but his strength kept him on. He let go and flew off towards a building. Landing with a roll. Well that time the disease helped, he thought. Of course he wouldn't have been there if not for it. It had saved him many times. But only seemed to save him from itself. He glanced towards the helicopter now shaken from his stunt. He gasped realising he hadn't been breathing. He relaxed. It's all done. I can go. I can escape. He thought. But that thought didn't last long as wind ruffled his hair. He looked back to see a helicopters light blazing in his face as it lifted above the building. "give it up boy!" the commander shouted.
ShadowKnight Part 5 • Opuss № I