The night sky exploded in the brilliance of colors. The brightest blues, golds, pinks, and reds. It quivered and shook him. He tumbled in freefall. The violent cold wind ripped away his borrowed clothing. Naked and unprotected against the elements of his fall. So cold his skin felt as if it were on fire, turning red and blistering.
Another explosion, this one closer flaming fodder flew, smaller pieces peppered, and clawed at his back, chest, and legs.
He violently flung side to side, head over heels. Hair flailing wildly enough to smack his eyes. His vison blurred from the cold wet burning his eyes.
Spreading his arms and legs out, hoping beyond hope he could steady himself. Right now, everything was chaos and a blur. Another explosion, closer. He tensed, feeling the heat of the massive blooming bluish flower swallowing him in its hot embrace . And another went off below him. Sending plumes of suffocating heat that seared his flesh.
It sounded, it felt like a battle.
Once he'd recovered, he looked down at the lights of the city, the bay and ships docked and those farther out to sea. With each hard stinging slap against his face, wondering how…..as he watched everything below hurdling towards him…at an ever increasing speed.
He knew when he hit the surface of the water , it might as well be concrete. Even with his healing ability he wouldn't survive. Nothing but a pancake. A skin sack filled with crushed bones and emulsified organs. A bag of chunky soup.
Feeling numb he used every ounce of strength to smirk. No longer looking down at the inevitable he raised his head looked towards the horizon. At nearly five miles and falling, the distant horizon was beginning to glow purplish orange.
You there…he growled, licking his cold numb lips. Hey, are you there I said. doing his best to yell…but more like mumbled.
Yes….an answer came to him.
The voice was close. It had no emotional value. No sense of worry or care for the situation. Unemotional, cold as the wind stealing the heat from him.
I did what you said..
Really…..a pause…silent and distant. A sigh uncaring disappointed.
And what was that…to fail…to end up falling from the sky like an angel cast out of heaven…laughing aloof. Is that what I wanted. For this failure…welll….what to be expected of a failure but to fail. Rather forthcoming don't you think…a sense of superiority rolled in a surge of cold wind.
Fuuuucckk you…yooouuu ssaind If i..
If you killed her then…I would what….how worthless. I got you on to the Island…hid you from them…and what…you played around instead of getting to the mission. If you'd just have walked up to her and did the deed. Then all would've been as it should have been. Then you would not be in this position. You disgusting, failure of a monkey…I need her dead. She needs to be dead…why is she not dead! What I wanted and paid you to do was not fall from the sky? Monkey! With out her…then she would be…..silence, something forced and irritated as if the voice had said too much.
Get me out of here and I'll finish the job….i promise!now
What are you going to do….fall on her…here a little help then…it giggled.
His body shifted, drifted forward….hey! hey!
A little more….and this should be….oh crap…never mind
Huh….
His body jerk, a wet slapping caught in the cold wind filled his ears. What…the?…his body shifted, wobbled feeling out of balance, he reached down his right leg…nothing, warm, wet, and sticky. He brought his warm wet hand and looked at it. Streaks of blood flapped from his fingertips, splattering across his face and away with the wind. Something warm streaked by his face leaving a smell of gunpowder and quickly disappeared. Again…and again. Small explosions surrounded him. Not like the large fireworks going off around him, lighting the sky in colors. something smaller.
A bloody flash, stinging his eyes. He blinked until he could see again….blood streamed up and away from the bloodied stump that once was his hand. His eyes aching. wet and cold opened and wild stared in disbelief. How is this…
His body twisted unnaturally, as if he was punched on his side. The smell of burning flesh and blood wafted and quickly carried away.
He looked down below again…the lights of the city, harbor and ships flickered among the fireworks. And he saw them. Steaks of tracers rising from the city. Not from one position but three. Triangulating their attack.
Ggetttt meee out offff heerrre.. before they….
Too late….said the voice without a shred of care.
Youoou..could heealll mi. You have the….
Yes, I do…..
He could tell by the tone his employer was smiling.
I swweeartttahttahththiiff I survvvie I will…..
You will do nothing….
He jerked hard, again and again and again. Large holes filled his massive chest and abdomen. If it weren't for those wounds he might have noticed his other leg was gone. Rising quickly straight up and disappearing in an explosion of crimson.
He began to spiral…blood spraying out like a hose…losing consciousness. Body already cold and numb turning deep shades of blues. In his last moments of consciousness, he could hear his employer mocking him, laughing at him…complimenting the fireworks.
He was almost gone when more rounds ripped him to shreds, sending his head quickly rising higher just high enough to see the colors of the horizon softening to pale oranges and pinks then nothing.
