Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters... but I do own the story: P woot!
He had a big wide grin plastered on his face as we started walking, almost running, towards our destination. He smelled of freshly rained on mud, and was already dripping in sweat. I could taste his confidence and it was pouring down on me. His dark brown hair laid flat on his head and his clothes torn up as if he had just stepped out of a slaughter machine, but he didn't care. It was nearing night fall and the sky was beginning to turn into a blackish blue color.
After a few minutes we reached our destination. It was a building more than five stories high covered in what seemed to be white paint. The stairs ascending towards the door had been already chipped off while the once silver railing glowed a rusty maroon almost brown color. My eyes wandered around the area until they fell on the guy beside me. Smiling I gave a little whistle, like a bird choking on berries, it was soft and stuttered every spit second or so. He looked at me, smiled, gave me a tap on the shoulder and started his way up the crumbling stairs. I choked out a word that sounded like a good luck and I heard him laugh, whispering that he'll need it. "Syaoran" I said so quietly that I'm sure that the wind broke it off. Mustering enough guts I cleared my throat with a cough and yelled a good luck but he never looked back nor gave any sign of acknowledgement.
It seemed as if he was nervous or somewhere near that emotion for he kept looking back at me or at the bottom of the steps every chance he got. Each step he made let out a faint crackling sound as pieces of cement beneath his shoes started falling off. I observed him walk up ever so slowly and I felt as if he will never reach the top but eventually he did. He had his skateboard in one hand and his helmet on the other. We were now separated by the cold, white stairs about two stories high. He turned around, ready to make the move and I was at the bottom ready to capture the stunt. He covered his dark brown hair with his helmet "snap" I head the buckle of the helmet echo. My heart gave a loud thump as it started working triple times, scared of my own anticipation. He motioned to me that he was ready to jump. Faking a smile I started recording with the camera in my hand and gave a thumbs up.
I blinked; he jumped with his skateboard under his feet, an incredible jump as if he was being pulled by a pair of wings. I blinked again but this time the wings fell apart. There was a scarlet colored liquid contrasting the pale white floor and his helmet falling, rolling down. I thought I lost my voice when I couldn't hear myself as I cried for help. The sun was gone now and all I heard was the deafening silence.
That's it for now... will continue when my laptop gets fixed...
I know it's not that well constructed… but I'm just starting to write again…. Oh well its not like my other ficts were well constructed: P