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The silence following the "99% Crash" wasn't peaceful; it was unformatted. The air in the valley was a thick, grey haze of Dead Pixels and static. Every time the wind blew, it made a sound like a corrupted audio file—a rhythmic, digital stutter that scraped against my nerves. I didn't wait for the elevators. I threw myself from the command center balcony, using a localized Gravity-Bypass to slow my descent as I soared toward the glassy crater where Xander lay.

I close my eyes as my body plummets to its death. The breeze stirs my hair, and my body is pelted by falling rubble from the wreckage of the floor. Just as I think I’m about to crash into the ground, a bright light fragments around, separating me from Taylor’s hold. I can feel my body now. The overwhelming feeling of falling through the air overtakes me. I yell out my distress as I continue to fall through the blinding light. My arms move in front of me to block the outstandingly bright light. I close my eyes and take a deep breath when my body finally lands on the firm ground. However, I don’t feel a stitch of pain. All I feel is my body bouncing on some unknown surface.

“This will keep your momentum steady. If you want to go faster, you can do an accelerated free fall, which involves bringing your limbs together and assuming a diving position.” Without asking my permission, I felt her clip herself to my harness as she brought my arms to my side and kicked my legs together. As I opened my eyes, she dipped her head next to mine, and our speed accelerated. I thought I would be afraid, but as I took in the scenery below, I stopped freaking out.

Alexandra was unsure. Yes we came together and we look after one another as well as responsible to one another so let us go back and find him." "What?" While she experienced the pull of gravity to her body, she saw the the cear sky as felt it getting farther from it, many things had been playing on Brianna mind as she rapidly fall from the nest. As she felt she is close to earth she brace her self for the impact of her fall. 0

**Free Fall** The wind screamed past their ears as Ethan and Sophia plummeted through the sky. It was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced—their bodies weightless, tossed around by the rushing air, all sense of direction lost. For a split second, time seemed to stretch, and the world below blurred into a distant, unrecognizable mass. Sophia’s heart raced wildly in her chest. Every instinct in her body screamed for survival. She clutched Luca tightly against her, desperate to shield their son from the chaos. “Ethan!” she shouted over the deafening wind, her voice barely audible.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

"Now." The window was painted shut. I didn't bother opening it. I punched through the glass with a fist wrapped in violet void, the shards freezing in mid-air, suspended by the particular gravity of a power that didn't acknowledge physics. We dropped two stories. I slowed our fall without thinking about it, the void reaching down into the earth and pushing back up, a cushion of absence. Austin hit the ground rolling. I hit it standing. "Since when can you fly?" he gasped.

Rafael wrote F = ma on the notepad and showed it to him. Al nodded. “That.” Rafael picked up two bottle caps from the console, one small metal one and one plastic. “If two objects are dropped from the same height in a vacuum, and one is heavier than the other, which one hits first?” “Same,” Al answered. Gabby nodded. “No air resistance.” “And Earth’s gravity is approximately?” “Nine point...” Al started. “Eight,” Gabby finished. “Nine point eight meters per second squared,” Al said, annoyed that she’d stolen the ending.

The camera fell to the ground with a loud thud. Tyler shielded the photographer from his line of sight and coldly uttered, "Scram."

Ok let’s do this. How are you going to jump all that way without any momentum? You’d be like an anchor. Thanks for the motivation! Totally wanted to envision myself as an anchor falling to the bottom of the floor. You’re welcome! I huffed as I tried to gain the nerve to jump, I can do it! It’s only three meters. I closed my eyes and leapt away from the edge. Oh god! My eyes snapped open as I felt myself began to plummet. I glanced towards the vine like pipes on the gorge sides. I thrust my arms outwards and grabbed it as hard as I could. The skin on my palms shredded against the rough surface as I slid down the pipe. The blood coming from my hands acted as a lubricant causing me to slide dow