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Run away? There was no room to run anymore.

 

They say that some people have a calling, that they are called upon by God to preform a most courageous act. What they don't tell you is that these unfortunate souls become despised for their heroism. In this world there are no heroes. It is a lonely world and people have been completely conditioned to live behind a veil that utterly disconnects them. They are conditioned to hate those that may be able to stand up to the tyranny their leading power has caused. But they are conditioned, what the citizens of this world know is that a hero is someone to hate, to blame. They are the enemy and so because of this the heroes are gone, are afraid to face this evil within their world.

How she ended up here was sorta a long story.  Lillian Wayne had been out on a date with a very nice gentleman.  It was a lovely date, one a girl could only dream for. He was charming, like always. Ever since she's met this prince of her dreams she had been the happiest girl. All of her friends were jealous of course. How could Lillian possibly met someone so perfect and handsome? There was nothing special about Lillian, she was average and a simpleton - lower, lower class. But somehow fate had the two bump into each other at the corner market. He had accidentally knocked her bread she paid for right out of her old fashioned wicker basket. To make up for it he offered to pay for the bread, then one thing led to another and he asked her out. They've been going steady for almost a month now. Lillian trusted him, she really did and for once she thought that she actually felt connected and it made her feel alive. It was an indescribable feeling one that her friends couldn't even comprehend. 

Lillian trusted him enough to tell him her secret. Her secret dreams. However these dreams Lillian has aren't dreams at all but premonitions ones she did not heed them. This date she went on with her prince charming was going well but then when she found herself waking she wasn't on the date anymore. She was dangling from a tower crane between the glowing skyscrapers. Some point during her evening Lillian's prince charming drugged her, brought her up to the crane tied her up and lowered her so she'd be hanging helpless in the air. He left her there of course, all alone. He never planned on being there when she woke up and found herself dangling in the air so high up that she would not survive the drop.

It took a mere millisecond for her to realize where she was and within that small amount of time panic took control. She screamed and she kicked her feet and the rope gave a good foot. Lillian froze and tilted her bed back to see that the rope was coming untied. She tired not to move, sweat prickling across her skin and the wind licking up her skirt cruel and cold. Golden eyes widened, her pupils dilating as she watched inch, by inch the knot unwind. Then the rope slipped and Lillian felt like she floated in mid air before she began her fall. She screamed and it echoed between the tall buildings that hummed with a continuous electrical current through a mainframe that was wired throughout the entire city. The hum of power through the city practically silencing her terrified cry.

'So what do you dream about?'  Strange things. Shadows, shadows that are like obsidian glass and doors. Black doors. I can never open the doors but I don't think I'm supposed too. 'Is that all you dream about? Or do you dream about other things, normal things?' No, not really. It's usually just the same dream. It has been happening more frequently, this dream. Of the shadows and doors. Night after night now. 'Maybe it's just stress.'  She should have known something was wrong after that, he seemed uncomfortable the more she spoke about it so she just stopped. You're right, that's probably it. He hadn't talked to her for a hole day after that! But then he came by to her small house in the blue class district. He had brought her flowers, and he smiled, so sweet asking her out for dinner. Of course she wouldn't say no! She could never say no. She wished she did now, she wished she never met him. Her life, it flashed before her eyes as she fell. 

Lillian's hair caught with the sharp updraft and her skirt flayed around hips. Her life. There was nothing worth remembering, but as she watched it play out in her mind she could see the haze settled in this world. She could see the veil. Everything she knew, everything she was taught growing up it was all a lie. It was a facade. So she'd die for her mistake, for her folly in trusting and thinking she was in love. She was going to die when the truth has been shown to her! Tears were caught off her cheeks and sucked out of her eyes. This was it.

 

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Everyone has a dream, a hope for the world. His had died so long ago. Everyone wanted to no the secrets of the world yet never the bad ones.  Everyone wanted to judge and bag and tag on someone else to hurt and critics yet they could never take what was said about them. Everyone wanted the power of their dreams yet only few go it. Every day was to be lived as your last yet everyday was the same as before. Your entire life could be ignored except for a few certain events or when you went of the rails. Monotony, death, and taxes were all that made up life.  Every day was to be the same, stuck in a job where it takes years to move up, same crap different day, jerks with different faces, go home pay your evil overlords, die in 80 years having never truely did nothing. The thing humanity feared most was death yet they never made their life matter. How many days had he looked himself in the eye through the mirror and give himself this speech? Better to die than be immortal yet at the same time wanting to be immortal, nothing was truth here but nothing was false either. This had been another day.

 Or at least he would've thought so until a woman was dangling above a crane. He had been positive he'd mounted the bastard who'd been dangling people on his fire place. Oh well he'd have to find him later.  He rushed up floors. It seemed to take forever he couldn't let her hit the ground he had to stop her. Yet why was he trying to rush up to meet her? Why wasnt he trying to cushion her fall? Oh yea it wouldn't be as cool nor as fun, besides he didn't have much longer to live anyway, fix the world any way he could yeah? Each step caused a mental Delima why save her? She'd die anyway not to mentntiom someone else would die as well. Aslway blood was spilled. He heard her scream as she finally dropped he kicked open the door to the floor and rushed to the window. He put a bullet in it before jumping through. The lights of the city making him a shadow as he wrapped his arms around her in the midsts of the air. " Why Hello there!" Was all he was able to say as he meet her. His face and head covered. For a second they were suspended above the worlf that  moment of fate, of truth the trial by fire. Theninstead kf going down they went side ways and she acted as his vision as they slammed into the side of a building. Landing in some poor worker's desk.

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Glass shattered like a romantic cascade into the air but there was noting romantic about this demise, nor nothing sweet. It was bitter, it was a bitter and frightening fall until the unthinkable happened. Someone was brazen, idiotic enough to jump through a window and join her in her down fall dance. It was fine though, not like her mind could actually make sense of what was happening, why she was hanging from that crane - why he had put her there. What had she done wrong? Was she so foul that she deserved this? Not really. She was a kind person, she was sweet and shy and she never insulted or was never rude to anyway. She wasn't selfish either, she was thankful for what she had and before this... she had been thankful for finding him. But now things were different, how could she even forgive something like this? No one could really. It was an unfair betrayal. 

She gasped, there was little time for her to say a word or even begin to comprehend what just happened again. This foolish person who jumped out of a window to join her, who could have fallen to death with her instead sent through into another building. Glass shattering ungracefully around them as they were tossed, like gravity just let them go into an office building hitting a desk hard. Lillian had yelled of course but what else could she have done? They were moving to fast, to hard but at least she didn't fall to her death, at least she was alive. Ask her later if she was glad to be alive, right now she'd probably say no. The crash was hard on her, tumbling and rolling through glass wasn't something she did normally. Luckily his body cushioned their landing and took most of the damage. Though slamming into that solid desk wasn't pleasant. What the heck was it made of, steel?

Lillian was seeing stars for several seconds as the world spun dramatically but she was safe. She was safe in his arms against him from the landing and while it took her a second to see properly she was given some insight into her own dreams. Black. He was like a shadow, an obsidian shadow but as he came into focus that changed. Of course she was shooken up and scared. She was almost going to be splattered all over the pavement! Not to mention her hands were still tied by that damnable rope. It was quite stressful. And... of course she cried, she couldn't help the emotions that death lured to the surface. It almost made her realize how stupid and pathetic her measly life was. It was all just very, extremely over whelming.

Outside a few streets away you could hear the sirens of emergency vehicles. Some bystander had called the police. A little late. But then again, the emergency crews weren't like the ones you and I know of today...they were more like a clean up crew. They never came to save or rescue they came to clean up the mess. They cleaned up murders or accidents there was hardly ever a rush to save someone's life.

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He'd done it. He had saved her from complete and utter what ever the after life was. If there was one. His back hurt from the impact it had after all been a steel desk. 

 

  Despite the pain he was still holding onto the girl like they were still in free fall. After that he was kind of scared to let her go. He let out his breath having unintentionally held it during the fall. Although it had been hard not to. He started to gently play with her hair. He deserved a kiss after that stupid stunt.  He was just glad it was all over now. 

He'd to move and he tho when he heard the sirens. Great now he'd have to kill the clean up crew. They were working for the wrong side and clearly didn't care about saving lives. While saving her from falling would have certainly been hard they should've been that distance when someone first realized she was suspended in the air. Which for all he knew could've been a really long time: he pushed her off him to set up for destroying their bechicles engine with that stupid steel desk he'd landed in. Afte she removed the poor employee's stuff.  Making a nice and tidy mess that could be called a pile. 

 

" Your going to want to go now. Definitely now..."

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Sorry for the short post but I need to respond now as some major developments have occurred and thus in case I can't respond I've given you something to work with that won't take forever)

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It could have been romantic, heroism wasn't something that happened. Very unheard of. Lilly wasn't sure what to think as her mind still spun and her body shook from the rush of adrenalin and fear. The stranger.. her hero was still holding on to her. There was a sense of security in those brief moments, everything was fine even though it really wasn't. Her 'boyfriend' tried to kill her! Lilly hardly noticed as he started playing with her long, now mostly tangled hair. She was still trying to figure it all out, but there was nothing she could really remember not even the restaurant they had gone to for dinner. It was all a blur and kissing her savior was the furthest thing from her mind. In fact if she realized he was playing with her hair she might have had a polite fit. A strange man playing with her hair wasn't something she'd think was appropriate, good thing she was distracted by her dilemma. 

From being safe in his arms to being pushed off him, Lillian wiggled her hands free of the ropes as he got up to...Now she was certain that desk was pretty damn heavy, for just one person. What she saw him do with it, move it like it weighed nothing. None of this was making sense by now, her situation, this guy jumping out of a building and then sending them into the next one. No normal person could do that. What he'd use the desk for next, well his actions dismayed her. "Hey wait a minute you're going to hurt someone!" She didn't understand what was happening, why would he try to stop the crews?? What Lilian didn't know was the emergency crews were armed men apart of the secret government military force to take out any opposing threats or mutants to the system. They were the syndicate, they kept order by force for those persons who break out beyond the brainwashing; they extinguish anyone with unnatural abilities.

She quickly threw the ropes aside and got up, pieces of glass falling off her dress as she stood. Lillian hesitated when he told her she needed to go now but her inner gut was telling her the same thing. She needed to get out of there. So she did, she ran. Not even giving a chance to ask his name, or even to thank him. She just ran exiting the room and into a hallway with...doors. Black, unmarked doors. The room she ran out of when the door closed it locked, she heard the click and tried the knob. He was locked in, she was locked out. Lillian kept going down the hall past the doors, her eyes fixed on the green exit sign when all of a sudden the power was shut down in the building and the red emergency lights came on. When the red lights came on a very loud and annoying alarm buzzed throughout the building; with the power off the elevators didn't work. Lillian made for the stairs at the end of the hall and started down. There was a lot of floors to go.

 

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He hadn’t even Considered himself a hero, she just something about her made him move.  Which irritated him, he’d thought offbeat himself as a jaded and bitter person maybe it was the naive glint in her eyes, or the way the wind Caught her skirt, or the youth in her face he didn’t know. However he was absolutely exhausted from running up the stairs then through a window, and smacking into a steel desk. He pushes the desk out of the window, crushing  one of the cars of the people who had been waiting to clean up her bloody mess.

 He began to walk out of the room and into the hall way rather Calmly. He unzipped his jacket, and didn’t find a janitor’s uniform, Darn it, wrong profession today. He sighs as he looked for a Janitor’s closet to break into to find a uniform so it would look like he was suppose to be here. However he didn’t and couldn’t find one. Sighing, he grabbed a screw driver and looked for an air vent to get into, good thing he was looking for one because all of a sudden the power cut out. He only knew this because of the back up red lighted kicking in. Which meant the cleaners were once again after him. He didn’t have any extra Rounds or magizens except the current one in his pistole. Which meant he was going to have to not try and track down this unit’s Captain right now.  

 

Something donned on him once again, he doubted the girl had made it out. And if they found her, no doubt she’d get cleaned up. Of course she may end up far worse if she had powers.  Wait, had she been dangling up here because she was special? This began to stir in his head and he began to fly down the stairs sometimes skipping steps and once or twice and  falling  down the stairs.  He thought he saw her in the stair well but wasn’t Sure* Hey Falling Girl!? * he calls out*

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