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The sound came again, louder now, the baby’s wail shattering the stillness. Ember forgot to be careful. She rushed forward her chest tight with hope. She fell. The red goo swallowed her instantly. It hit her mouth first, then rushed into her ears and eyes, thick and suffocating. She flailed, choking, her limbs moving but getting nowhere. It was like swimming through wet concrete. The weight pressed against her ribs, her skull, every inch of her like it wanted to crush her into silence. She tried to scream, but it filled her throat. Panic surged through her.

"I'll be quick. I just need to ask the prisoner why he's so afraid of the dark." THE HEAVY DROP LEO’S P.O.V. I didn't take a cable. I didn't fly. I just fell. I stepped off the ledge of the sub-basement and let gravity take me. Usually, falling feels like flying. The wind rushes past, the stomach drops. But now, I was dense. I weighed four tons. I didn't fall; I plummeted. I cut through the air like a depleted uranium sabot. The wind

getting close, and then it rings in my head what she’s about to do. “Oh, sh*t, no!” But she’s jumped off the floor. The air is so freezing and running past my skin with such coldness that I thought it would cut my skin. My cheeks are almost numb, and when I try to open my eyes, tears are slightly escaping from the harsh effect of gravity. I see that we are actually going to fall, and that means we’re going to get crushed by the ground. It’s too far. “What the hell? What the hell? Oh, my heavens, we are going to die.” And we land on the ground.

The lack of sun was palpable, as Emmet felt himself suddenly stumbling around blind as he failed to hardly see anything, everything far too dark, and everything suddenly far too sharp, from the table edges to the floorboards that he quickly made contact with as the bones of his good knee hit the side of some wooden pillar and he found himself without a surface to balance on. Instinctively, Emmet had thrown out a hand to try and grab at something to try and get a grip and perhaps, maybe, prevent the increasingly inevitable plummet towards the earth, with the palm of his good hand just about slamming down on a wooden surface - a wooden surface, albeit, too far away, causing his centre of gravi

Without the Heart to power the anti-gravity engines, Alcatraz Island—a billion tons of rock and steel suspended in the stratosphere—remembered that gravity existed. "Hold on to something!" Marcus screamed, diving to grab a support pillar. The sensation of weightlessness hit them instantly as the entire island entered freefall. K-CHUNK. The Cradle tilted forty-five degrees. Jack slid across the floor. He slammed into Catherine’s ice block. He wrapped his non-cursed arm around it, digging his blackened fingers into the floor to anchor them. "Got you," Jack gritted out, blood dripping from his chin onto the ice. "I got you."

He froze when he saw Lyra drifting near the ceiling. "Emma! She’s doing it again!" Félix squeaked, nearly dropping the tray. He set it down frantically and lunged for the baby, catching her in mid-air and tucking her securely against his chest. "Lyra, we talked about this. Gravity is a friend. Gravity keeps us on the ground where the snacks are." Lyra just gurgled, reaching out to grab a handful of Félix’s blonde hair.

Every muscle in his body was straining. “Don’t look down.” Emily shook her head weakly. “I’m slipping.” Alexander tightened his grip instantly. “You’re not falling.” The metal staircase creaked again. A sharp crack echoed through the structure. Ryan watched from the street below with horror. “Oh my God…” Daniel grabbed his shoulder. “They can still climb up.” Ryan shook his head. “That thing is about to collapse!” Thirty floors above them… Emily tried to pull herself upward. Her arms were shaking from exhaustion. Her shoes scraped uselessly against the broken metal.

He continued to pull me further away from the hospital until we found a small park just close by. There was a blanket spread out over the grass under a huge tree with a bag on it. "Surprise," he said, "I know it's not much but I can't exactly take you anywhere far from the hospital considering your condition," he said sheepishly as we both sat down. "It's still perfect," I answered. "I really missed the Sun," I smiled. "Anything is seriously better than being stuck in that hospital room." Nick chuckled, "I thought you'd say something like that. Hence I made it even perfect by getting you this," he said and removed the whole Fallen boxset from the bag.

I accepted the one time offer to return to earth by taking the hand of the stranger. Easily, I opened my eyes to be greeted by the harsh smell of drugs. I had a dismal view of a lemon green coloured room with a navy-blue door. Turned my head in the opposite direction, an old TV set hung on the wall. Just below the TV was a window that provided me with a view of the world. In the corner were two chairs, frayed with wear and tear. On one of the seats was Pastor Vivian giving her feet a rest, resting her head against the chair handle.

"And how do you plan to do that?" "Well..." Amber searched in her purse and pulled out two small papers. "I have this thing called tickets. To a movie. And I want us to go together. I mean, if I had a boyfriend then I'd rather take him instead. But, apparently, the gods have decided that I be single. And you too. So..." She wiggled her eyebrows at Vanessa.