A rush of exhilaration flooded Baron's system as he let himself ride the wave of euphoria that preceded a shift. He held it back today though, letting the adrenaline course through him while being careful not to let the shift overtake him. It was a narrow line to tread, and for those that mastered it, it allowed them to push their human forms well beyond their normal limits.
His skin was slick with sweat as he barreled down a back alley. The alley was narrow, and he had to time his movements with precision. Too soon and he would fall short, too late, and he would collide with the back wall.
One, two, three. He jumped, and used the side wall to push off from to spring himself forward and towards the opposite wall, and from there he jumped again towards the building ahead.
He landed on the roof of it and let his momentum carry him into a roll that he came out of at a run. He counted steps knowing just when to jump, when to pivot, and where to vault. He had run these streets and roofs hundreds of times, and he navigated them with a seemingly effortless ease. For those that did not know him anyways.
He felt the searing heat in his knee flaring with each jump, each impact, each-
What should have been a practiced jump fell short. One moment he was hanging from the side of a building and the next he pushed off the side and was airborn. He twisted mid air to position himself to catch the edge of the roof on the opposite building, but he wasn't going to make the grab.
He collided with the wall and pushed back off it. He had lost his momentum and rhythm though, and he slammed hard into the side of a fire escape. The metal creaked alarming from his weight, before the railing broke free and sent him plummeting unceremoniously to the ground below.
From the state of the fire escape, the nearby dumpster, the cracked bricks on the wall, and various blood splatters, he had tried and failed the jump more than a few times.
And each one left him seething with a burning fury.
Fucking Rowan.
It had become something of a mantra at this point.
Fuck Rowan. Fuck the Scions. Fuck - just Fuck.
He picked himself up off the ground and was about to start his run again when a passing motorcycle engine caught his attention. He was only a few buildings down from his house, and he started down the street towards it to where Skye was pulling off.
His skin was slick with sweat as he barreled down a back alley. The alley was narrow, and he had to time his movements with precision. Too soon and he would fall short, too late, and he would collide with the back wall.
One, two, three. He jumped, and used the side wall to push off from to spring himself forward and towards the opposite wall, and from there he jumped again towards the building ahead.
He landed on the roof of it and let his momentum carry him into a roll that he came out of at a run. He counted steps knowing just when to jump, when to pivot, and where to vault. He had run these streets and roofs hundreds of times, and he navigated them with a seemingly effortless ease. For those that did not know him anyways.
He felt the searing heat in his knee flaring with each jump, each impact, each-
What should have been a practiced jump fell short. One moment he was hanging from the side of a building and the next he pushed off the side and was airborn. He twisted mid air to position himself to catch the edge of the roof on the opposite building, but he wasn't going to make the grab.
He collided with the wall and pushed back off it. He had lost his momentum and rhythm though, and he slammed hard into the side of a fire escape. The metal creaked alarming from his weight, before the railing broke free and sent him plummeting unceremoniously to the ground below.
From the state of the fire escape, the nearby dumpster, the cracked bricks on the wall, and various blood splatters, he had tried and failed the jump more than a few times.
And each one left him seething with a burning fury.
Fucking Rowan.
It had become something of a mantra at this point.
Fuck Rowan. Fuck the Scions. Fuck - just Fuck.
He picked himself up off the ground and was about to start his run again when a passing motorcycle engine caught his attention. He was only a few buildings down from his house, and he started down the street towards it to where Skye was pulling off.
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