"Talking"
'Thinking'
(Flashback/Timeskip)
"Stressed Words"
'Written Words'
AN: Hello again! ~ I'm back with a story that I thought of on 9/11's anniversary, so here you go. It's not going to be a one-shot.
Prologue: Falling
I stared out the window as everyone else on this floor was trying to find a way to contact any help to save us. The date is September 11th, 2001, and two planes crashed into the tower where my father had brought me to show me his work, the World Trade Centers. He died when the planes crashed over a dozen floors below us, when the elevators cut out and fell. I was now just sitting, staring out the window at the New York skyline contemplating things. My name is Albert Krissling; I was born on January 17th, 1985, and am currently sixteen. I have wavy brown hair, which I had slicked back to keep out of my face, only a single strand crossing over my face, and brown eyes. I was wearing a rectangular pair of glasses as my eyesight wasn't good, and a pair of plain jeans and a white tee shirt. I also have no way to save my life.
My life wasn't the best, when I was born, my mother died due to problems caused by me, and my older brother resented me for that. In public school I was teased because I still had imaginary friends, and because I wore glasses. In high school, I was ridiculed even more, and was a social outcast. I have no friends, was not athletic, and have never loved or been loved. I had thought of suicide before this day, but thought of it as the coward's way out. Today though…
Today I was going to die by my own hand, my own way.
Making my decision, I stand up, and I quickly race into one of the offices and grabbed the wooden desk. A janitor saw me struggling to move the desk and came over.
"What're you doing?" He asked, gaining everyone's attention.
I ignored him, pushing the desk towards the large glass plane between my life, and my death. He noticed what I was trying to do, but did nothing to stop me. I barely picked the table up before I rammed it against the glass, causing it to buckle and crack, but not break fully; it broke the second time though, glass exploding and falling from the sky along with the table as it fell 96 stories to the ground below.
"Are you insane boy!?" The janitor asked as he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me away from my escape, "What're you trying to do!? Kill yourself?"
"YES!" I screamed at him, tears coming to my eyes against my will, "Yes I am! I'm not going to die the way they wanted me to! I'm going to die by my own hand! And if you're all sane enough, you'll jump too."
The World Trade Centre was 110 floors high or 417.0m tall; meaning it would take around fifteen seconds to smack the street at over 110 km/h. I took a deep breath, walked to the other side of the room, grabbed my book bag which carried my laptop and books, took off my glasses and put them in my pant pocket, turned, and bolted for the window, jumping as my feet touched the threshold. They say the last few seconds of your life slow down, and the fifteen seconds I predicted took over an hour in my opinion.
As soon as I met the air, I met no wind resistance, but time slowed so I could see everything and hear everything. No wind was whistling in my ears, my life didn't flash before my eyes, and I could feel the wind cause my shirt and bag to flutter. As I approached the smoke from the lower floors, a sorrowful tune reached my ears. It was oriental in nature, and soothed my soul as I accepted my fate, free falling at over 100 km/h. I began to hum along to the tune, a sorrowful smile adorning my face as I entered the smoke cloud in front of me. I opened my arms in acceptance as the world flashed a bright white before my eyes. When I opened them again, I saw not the New York buildings, or the paved streets below, but a large, cliff hill with a large scaffold, a whole city surrounding it.
I did the only logical thing I could think of before my death. Scream.
"SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!"
I began to flail about, arms and legs moving this way and that trying to avoid the scaffolding. I noted, in a state of panic, a large amount of people on the ground at the foot of the hill's cliffside, staring up at me. The ground was now racing towards me, and I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, crossing my arms in front of my face as if it could actually help. I whispered a small prayer, and everything went black.
Woah! Great prologue right? Anyway, this introduces Albert Krissling, as the main character, but not the same as the Herr Krissling from my Naruto story. Guess where he landed and you get a ciber cookie! ^3^