(This story will lack cursing to appeal to all ages. Sorry if it draws slightly from realism.)
Chapter 1: The Rush
There was a time when John was scared of jumping out of a plane. He couldn't remember when; but he was sure that he almost pissed himself during the first jump. After he was freefalling through the air for a few seconds, he found the rush. Adrenaline was the name of the game.
The Titan he was in reached a suitable altitude. He put on his electric blue helmet before mounting his Pegassi Bati 801. The stunt he was about to attempt was only completed once before - his best friend, "the Dominator", and a guy he called "Hood" had jumped out of the back of a plane on four-wheelers. Sounded like fun to John.
The ramp started to open on the back of the plane. It was time. John revved the bike's throttle. He had a tremendous respect for the machine. He remembered what the seller told him, "This baby can go from 0-60 in five seconds, but it can also go from 60-0 in a fraction of one." He was sure the pull of gravity would take this bike a helluva lot quicker than 60 miles per hour as he plummeted towards the Earth. He put the bike into drive and drove out the back of the plane.
The feeling of the wind passing his face made him feel so free; free from the oppression of the Earth beneath his feet. He pulled back hard on the handlebars, performing a backflip. John let go of the bike and sprung off it it as he would a diving board. For but a moment, it felt as though that bounce would leave him suspended in air forever,but with a graceful flip he found himself plunging again. The air whipped hard as he dove in a narrow, aerodynamic form to pick up as much speed as he could.
When it was time to deploy the parachute, he slowed his descent. Now, John was several hundred feet over Paleto Bay. He had actually fallen faster than his bike, and it narrowly missed him as it nose-dived into the bay below. At least, it was supposed to hit the bay. Instead, it crashed into a speedboat trying to outrun the police, exploding into a huge ball of fire. John winced at the thought that he may have just killed someone, but reasoned if they were running from the police, they were probably a scumbag anyway.
John touched down just outside the Paleto Bay police station, where the sheriff welcomed him with the tip of a hat. He saluted them then mounted his waiting Maibatsu Sanchez. As he drove away he shot Dom a call.
"Hey dude. I just perfected your trick, loser."
"No one beats the Dominator! I'll smoke you in the long run, dirtbag!" he joked.
"Something happened that wasn't supposed to. My bike exploded on a dude's boat."
"It's not like these things are scripted. Don't get all sentimental on me, loser!"
John hung up, feeling kind of guilty for what he had caused.
Meanwhile, a white man emerged from the bay. He was bumped and bruised, but otherwise unharmed. "What. The. HELL!" he screamed. "Well at least the cops are gone...!" he reasoned to himself. "But that fool destroyed half of what we've been cooking up for a MONTH!" A woman passing by in a golf caddy shot him a disturbed look, tow hich he answered by shooting her down in a hail of bullets. "You think this is FUNNY, huh? SCREW YOU!" he ripped her out, and climbed in. "I'll hunt you down, junkie!" he set off, not quite knowing where he was going. "AGH! But first... Damn! First, I'll call Lester to find out who you are..."
(How'd you all like it? If you could leave your thoughts that'd be great, since this is my first story.)
