He took to the sky, hoping he could recognize a landmark or something! Maybe a massive statue of a woman with a pointy crown and fire in her hand… no… he lit higher and started to circle the village it was so small… a tight knit community no doubt! He lowered himself down a few altitudes, though he had neglected to shield. He touched down on a small flat building, definitely a condo; it looked so out of place in this little town! He slid off the plywood rooftop and onto the nearest balcony and leaned over the ledge. There was a police station across the block. He cupped a hand on the side of his goggles and zoomed in the focals.
"Breton… Police" he paused and sat back. He was physically the farthest place away from home he had ever been… he closed the zoom panel in his goggles and pulled up a search panel. "Breton" he entered, "location" he entered in again to refine the search results.
So, he could be in many locations! Hopefully not in Cape Breton! He was terrified of water, well at least drowning anyway. He remembered something about Daniel saying something about a large city.
A crackle filled his helmet and his eyes started to water. The sound invading his brain and his eyes snapped shut unconsciously. He was frantically trying to right himself while flying blind his ears flexed irritably picking up the sound of a car nearby and his limbs worked to jam off his helmet. A few short minutes later, the small headgear had finally vaulted from his head and fell to the ground though the ground seemed much closer than it had before… or it might have been his imagination. He took a sharp turn to aim for the sound of a vehicle, it would be a much softer landing if he could coordinate himself just right.
Felix stuck out his feet, trying to right himself, and felt them jerk up into his chest, he was thrown back and flipped head over heels off of the vehicle before he slammed hard into a small tree in the ditch. He groaned in pain, once he had his bearings in order and cupped a small hand to his forehead.
Some kind of warm red liquid drained between his fingers and into his lap. Thankfully, his suit wasn't as defective as his helmet and cushioned the blow. He patted his side and felt his hip was dislocated, wonderful… and he had skipped out on his specialty healing classes to fix these kinds of things! Though thankfully, he could feel his magic working over the small dislocated joint and slashed open head, it was painful, but livable.
He looked to the vehicle he had landed on and pushed himself up to look at it properly. The small yellow and black taxicab had crashed as well, rolled too, under a small bridge and jammed into the river. The front windshield was smashed open, and a rather chubby man wearing a turban was strewn out across the river, his neck, twisted in a 180 degree angle. Felix winced how heavy was he when he landed?
He crawled over to the wreckage and looked inside the vehicle, there was a person inside, alive and clinging to the seat ahead of them, female by how slender she looked. He reached to his holster, drawing a buzz baton from his side. He pressed the safety on and started to ram the rear of the baton into the glass window, watching it shatter with the second blow. He crawled inside, a small hand outstretched.
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Jenipher thumbed through her iphone pictures, checking her mail.
'Leave me alone you psychotic little.. .' she clamped a hand over the phone and shut it off, she could feel her eyes water. She had always had issues with her boyfriend, never any good kind of issues. She would get jealous of him and his mass of friends. But it had been three months since they last spoke, and it still felt like it was yesterday the two were talking on the computer and hanging out together. She punched her seat and rubbed her forehead, he was moodier than her on PMS, and that was a feat in itself.
" I love you too" she whispered and sighed. As soon as the last breath of sigh escaped her lips the car's hood was suddenly smashed in. a pair of holes appeared in the windshield and something crashed into the roof. It seemed to crumple around a small form, as if there was a tiny invisible man who had fallen from four hundred feet in the air! The car suddenly careened to the left, then right and the driver let out a confused scream.
Everything went quiet, it was all silent, all Jenipher could see was the airbag, exploding into the cabdrivers seat, his body rocketed out of the car's windshield. She felt her seatbelt tighten around her chest and pull her back into place, as the car slammed against the ground and fell over the side of the now destroyed bridge. It tumbled bumper over bumper into the water, and came to a stop on its roof.
Her chest heaved violently panting and gasping for air, she looked around frantically, her neck hurt, a lot. She grabbed onto the seat ahead of her, trying to get a grasp of what just happened. Windshield broken through, cabdriver gone, no seatbelt obviously… and crumpled in roof. Speaking of roof, her head and shoulders were rubbing against the soft material. A few moments later, the glass blew through to her right and she shrieked a small hand reached in. She reached a hand out to take it and the moment her fingers touched the hand she fell unconscious as if by an invisible force, it felt… pleasant.