Huff.. Huff.. Huff..
The serenity of the night was shattered by the sound of sneakers hitting concrete. The steps were as light as they were quick, barely grazing the ground. To regular passers-by, it was probably just a trick of the mind. Shrouded by the blackness of the night, only the most keen-eyed of individuals could make out the silhouette of a small figure speeding through the rooftops of Bakerville; and even then, they would question their sanity afterwards. They would claim to have seen Death itself, draped in a torn obsidian cloak, prowling the town in search of lost souls.
Huff.. Huff.. Huff..
The end of the roof was rapidly approaching. No one had made the jump before; rather, no one was stupid enough to try. Three metres was what separated life and death. One misstep and he would plummet downwards to his death. Ten metres to go. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest; his lungs screaming for air; adrenaline coursing through his veins. Only the moon and stars lay witness to the feat he was about to pull off. Five. Any sane person would have chickened out by now. No point turning back now. He closed his right eye and readied himself to jump.
It wasn’t Craig’s fault. The conditions couldn’t have been more perfect: the momentum from his sprint would have been enough to propel him across the yawning chasm and to the other side. He was jumping from his dominant right foot. Though he didn’t have the strongest legs, his diminutive, lightweight stature made up for his lack of strength.
He stopped dead in his tracks, quite literally. The flow of time seemed to slow down, as Craig plunged headfirst into the alley below. As he was falling, he caught a glimpse of the cause of his demise: his jumping foot was caught in a hole of the flat roof he was on. It was fairly unnoticeable but enough to disorient him. Shit. There was nothing he could do to save himself; his body was already descending rapidly. Scraped off a pavement, not exactly the best way to go. Oh well.. A smirk appeared on Craig’s sweat-streaked face. The sickening sound of bone colliding with the pavement filled the night air. At least it was a quick and painless death.
The crimson glow emanating from Craig’s left eye slowly died down. And so did his sight from it. He opened his right eye and readied himself for the leap. However, there was a slight difference this time. He shifted his jumping foot ever so slightly, narrowly missing the indentation in the roof. And then he soared.