Post by Xaier McCaine on Dec 2, 2015 22:02:56 GMT -5
The final bell rang and finally Xaier was released from school for the day. He had been itching to leave for a while now. He had stayed up a little too late last night playing video-games and had not gotten nearly enough sleep. On top of that, the weather was incredibly dreary, dark clouds had been rolling in since the afternoon and it had begun to sprinkle out shortly before the school day ended.
As he exited his classroom and began to scroll down the hall, his right hand moved down into his pocket and grasped his phone, which he had felt vibrate a million times in his pocket while he had been in the middle of class. When he pulled it out though, his heart sank. It was from his father, who was currently overseas. At least 6 texts were sent, all essentially the same.
-Xaier, this is important! Get home and find 'the box'. Your mother had to have stashed it somewhere in the house!'
The emerald eyes of his widened. He had heard his father mention a box before one day when they had been fighting and he had been eavesdropping on their arguement. He honestly had no idea what it was, or why it was so important. But Xaier's father had never been anything but serious for most of his life. There had to be a reason. And the urgency the texts seemed to convey worried Xaier enough that he immediantly dropped the phone back into his pocket and began to run down the halls until he had reached the exit. Tearing across the courtyard, he hit the sidewalk and booked it in the direction of his home.
What could this possibly mean!? His mind was racing as fast as his feet were running. Xaier knew his father ranked higher in the military than most, but his dad had always been tight-lipped about the work that he did. His mother had slipped up once and told him he was involved in the intelligence sector, but that was as much as he had gotten. And why had his father chosen to contact him? Unless.. No! PLEASE BE OKAY, MA!
The thought of his mother in trouble make his heart beat even faster, those emerald hues widening as his lungs began to burn. He continued down the streets, cutting through alleyways here and there. Leaping over trash and other various items and weaving in and out of the crowds of people that walked the streets. He didn't know exactly how long he had been running, but he had made record time, that was for sure. Eventually his house came into view and his vision practically tunneled toward his doorway. Without heading the traffic, Xaier burst across the street. The screech of tires and blaring horns sounded out as he made his way through the street and up onto his front porch before slamming his shoulder against the door and turning the knob to rush inside.
Still trying to catch his breath, Xaier began to frantically search his house for this mysterious box his father had texted him about. Where is it!? Where? where!? WHERE IS IT!? Almot nothing was left unturned, if it could move it was moved. If it could be flipped, it was toppled over. He had pretty much destroyed his own house in search of the unknown, until it finally struck him as to where it was likely hidden. The safe room. His father had it built in case of any kind of emergency, however he had only seen it once before. Tearing through his apartment, Xaier would open the basement door in the kitchen and jump the staircase, hitting the floor hard and releasing a pained grunt, before turning those emerald hues to the far side of the basement.
It has to be in there! Almost as soon as he had yelled that in his mind, he could hear loud banging from above. The sounds of someone or something crashing against his front door. His nerves were shot now. His eyes glanced about for a quick exit strategy and then he moved toward the large wooden bookshelf which his the entrance. Sliding it over, he began to scrape his brain for the keycode. It took him two tries, but eventually the door beeped and the entrance to the small 15 x 8 foot safe room opened.
Once inside he looked around. His parents must have used it as storage because there were countless boxes of memorabilia strewn about. After tossed a few boxes a side, he would discover one filled with a bunch of his father's military stuff from his early days. After shifting through it rapidly, he would unveil a black tool-box. His heart beat in unison with the echoing sounds of banging from above. Reaching down, he unclasped the tool-box and let those emerald hues study the contents within.
Apart from a few pictures and other various documents, only two things specifically stood out. A phone-like device, looking closer to a walkie-talkie than an actual phone and a small black rectangular stone on a black chain. He would stare at them blankly for a few seconds before he heard glass breaking in two different directions from upstairs and footsteps in the kitchen above him. Hopeing he had found what he needed, Xaier would scoop them up, throw them inside his back-pack and immediantly take his leave.
Without bothering to close the door to the safe room, the silver haired teen would think back to his escape plan. "You, check upstairs! You, check out this floor! I'll search the basement.." His basement was only partially subterranean. The windows were nearly ground level and his plan was to use them and he knew he had to act quickly. From the faint words he heard, his time was limited. Rushing toward the closest windoe, he would unlock it and push it open. Reaching up, Xaier would pull himself up on the windowsill and slither through like a snake. "HEY! MOVEMENT DOWN HERE, THE KID JUST SLIPPED THROUGH THE BASEMENT WINDOW!"
And Xaier had thought it was impossible for his heart to thump as hard as it was, without it breaking through his chest. He had managed to clear the window and make it to his feet, into the alleyway beside his house. But he heard his back door swing open off toward his left side, signaling to him that whoever had broken in was now indeed coming after him directly now. Taking only a few seconds to figure out his options, instead of running in the opposite direction in the alley eway, Xaier focused on climping upward.
A few quick steps and the silver haired boy launched himself up into the air, his hands grasping ahold of the fire escape ladder, his upper-body muscles working to pull him upward just in time for his assailant's fingers to only brush the heels of his shoes. A short wave of relief washed over him, but was pushed aside as he continue to climb the ladder and heard the tell-tale signs of his follower copying his own movements. Xaier had the advantage though, because this wasn't the first time he had taken the 'Roof-top Express'.
"The kid is taking the fire escape to the rooftop of the apartment building next door!" Up and up Xaier went, doing his best to ignore the guy following him. He knew that as long ashe had faith in himself, there was no way they could catch him. Xaier had come into his own as a Parkour practitioner and he wasn't about to let these assholes, whoever they were, catch him before he even knew what the hell was going on. Having reached the end of the ladder, Xaier hoisted himself over the rail and began to run up the narrow, rickity metal fire escape, corkscrewing his way to the top as fast as he could.
Once his feet hit the gravel laced rooftop, Xaier ran straight ahead and leapted without thinking twice. Over the edge of the rooftop, five stories high, Xaier would fly and drop, landing hard on the next buildings fire escape. Taking a few seconds to catch his breath and sooth his burning lung, he swept his sweaty silver hair out of his eyes and once again made his way toward the roof. When he reached the top, he turned to look behind him and toward the other rooftop he had just jumped from. His emerald pupils focusing upon the male that had been following him.
He was pale, his hair was dark brown and shaved short. Similar to a traditional military haircut. He could see the guy giving him the 'death-stare' before he touched what looked to be an earpiece. However he couldn't make out what he said. It wasn't english. And if movies were acurate, he guessed the language to be Russian or a similar European dialect. This made him even more nervous than before. What the HELL did you get me involved in, dad!?
As he stood there staring across toward one of the men that had been chasing him, the boy would continue to show his defiance through a universal method. Lifting his right arm high, Xaier would flip-off his pursuiter. "Eat my shorts, you jerk! You'll never get me!" Of course instead of deterring the now angrylooking russian guy, it only served to egg him on. Because the guy ran and jumped to the fire escape below him. Uuggh! Gotta keep moving! Xaier screamed inside his own head as he turned and ran toward the other side of the rooftop he stood on once again.
Repeating the same process as before, Xaier landed on the next fire escape. This time though he would move downward. Down and around he went until he hit the ladder. Grabbing the sides and using the arches in his shoes, Xaier would slide down the ladder until he hit the bottom and dropped to the ground. Above him he heard the Russian land and his feet hammering away as he made his way down. Wasting little time, Xaier booked it toward the alley exit and out into the open street.
Much to his surprise, when he lookwd to his left, two other people were running down the sidewalk toward him. Jesus christ! Give me a second here! Whoever these people were, Xaier knew he must have been in possession of something important to them. Whatever it was, it was clearly important to his father as well. There was no way Xaier was going to give it up easily.
He was extremely tired at this point though. His lungs felt like they would explode and his legs were burning from exertion. But he soldiered through it, like he knew his father would have wanted. Turning left, the teen began to run again. Lucky for him he was not too far from a strip-mall. That would be his chance to get out of sight. As he neared the mall, he almost shouted with glee at the amount of people he saw christmas shopping. Shouting, he would jump into the crowd and keep going.
Straight through he ran until he reached the opposite side, auickly dipping into one of the retail stores. He moved with haste, toward the back of clothing store he had entered and took it upon himself to hide within one of the dressing rooms. Sitting down, hands on his knees, Xaier sucked in air deeply in attempt to calm his tired lungs and settle his nerves. He wasn't out of hot water yet, but it was finally cooling. Wiping away the sweat on his forehead, he pulled at his damp clothing as he rolled the events thst had taken place, over and over in his head. I-I did it dad. I got away. I didn't let you down! Releasing a heavy sigh, Xaier leaned back and closed his eyes, taking this time to recuperate. He would let a good fifteen minutes pass before he would leave.
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As he exited his classroom and began to scroll down the hall, his right hand moved down into his pocket and grasped his phone, which he had felt vibrate a million times in his pocket while he had been in the middle of class. When he pulled it out though, his heart sank. It was from his father, who was currently overseas. At least 6 texts were sent, all essentially the same.
-Xaier, this is important! Get home and find 'the box'. Your mother had to have stashed it somewhere in the house!'
The emerald eyes of his widened. He had heard his father mention a box before one day when they had been fighting and he had been eavesdropping on their arguement. He honestly had no idea what it was, or why it was so important. But Xaier's father had never been anything but serious for most of his life. There had to be a reason. And the urgency the texts seemed to convey worried Xaier enough that he immediantly dropped the phone back into his pocket and began to run down the halls until he had reached the exit. Tearing across the courtyard, he hit the sidewalk and booked it in the direction of his home.
What could this possibly mean!? His mind was racing as fast as his feet were running. Xaier knew his father ranked higher in the military than most, but his dad had always been tight-lipped about the work that he did. His mother had slipped up once and told him he was involved in the intelligence sector, but that was as much as he had gotten. And why had his father chosen to contact him? Unless.. No! PLEASE BE OKAY, MA!
The thought of his mother in trouble make his heart beat even faster, those emerald hues widening as his lungs began to burn. He continued down the streets, cutting through alleyways here and there. Leaping over trash and other various items and weaving in and out of the crowds of people that walked the streets. He didn't know exactly how long he had been running, but he had made record time, that was for sure. Eventually his house came into view and his vision practically tunneled toward his doorway. Without heading the traffic, Xaier burst across the street. The screech of tires and blaring horns sounded out as he made his way through the street and up onto his front porch before slamming his shoulder against the door and turning the knob to rush inside.
Still trying to catch his breath, Xaier began to frantically search his house for this mysterious box his father had texted him about. Where is it!? Where? where!? WHERE IS IT!? Almot nothing was left unturned, if it could move it was moved. If it could be flipped, it was toppled over. He had pretty much destroyed his own house in search of the unknown, until it finally struck him as to where it was likely hidden. The safe room. His father had it built in case of any kind of emergency, however he had only seen it once before. Tearing through his apartment, Xaier would open the basement door in the kitchen and jump the staircase, hitting the floor hard and releasing a pained grunt, before turning those emerald hues to the far side of the basement.
It has to be in there! Almost as soon as he had yelled that in his mind, he could hear loud banging from above. The sounds of someone or something crashing against his front door. His nerves were shot now. His eyes glanced about for a quick exit strategy and then he moved toward the large wooden bookshelf which his the entrance. Sliding it over, he began to scrape his brain for the keycode. It took him two tries, but eventually the door beeped and the entrance to the small 15 x 8 foot safe room opened.
Once inside he looked around. His parents must have used it as storage because there were countless boxes of memorabilia strewn about. After tossed a few boxes a side, he would discover one filled with a bunch of his father's military stuff from his early days. After shifting through it rapidly, he would unveil a black tool-box. His heart beat in unison with the echoing sounds of banging from above. Reaching down, he unclasped the tool-box and let those emerald hues study the contents within.
Apart from a few pictures and other various documents, only two things specifically stood out. A phone-like device, looking closer to a walkie-talkie than an actual phone and a small black rectangular stone on a black chain. He would stare at them blankly for a few seconds before he heard glass breaking in two different directions from upstairs and footsteps in the kitchen above him. Hopeing he had found what he needed, Xaier would scoop them up, throw them inside his back-pack and immediantly take his leave.
Without bothering to close the door to the safe room, the silver haired teen would think back to his escape plan. "You, check upstairs! You, check out this floor! I'll search the basement.." His basement was only partially subterranean. The windows were nearly ground level and his plan was to use them and he knew he had to act quickly. From the faint words he heard, his time was limited. Rushing toward the closest windoe, he would unlock it and push it open. Reaching up, Xaier would pull himself up on the windowsill and slither through like a snake. "HEY! MOVEMENT DOWN HERE, THE KID JUST SLIPPED THROUGH THE BASEMENT WINDOW!"
And Xaier had thought it was impossible for his heart to thump as hard as it was, without it breaking through his chest. He had managed to clear the window and make it to his feet, into the alleyway beside his house. But he heard his back door swing open off toward his left side, signaling to him that whoever had broken in was now indeed coming after him directly now. Taking only a few seconds to figure out his options, instead of running in the opposite direction in the alley eway, Xaier focused on climping upward.
A few quick steps and the silver haired boy launched himself up into the air, his hands grasping ahold of the fire escape ladder, his upper-body muscles working to pull him upward just in time for his assailant's fingers to only brush the heels of his shoes. A short wave of relief washed over him, but was pushed aside as he continue to climb the ladder and heard the tell-tale signs of his follower copying his own movements. Xaier had the advantage though, because this wasn't the first time he had taken the 'Roof-top Express'.
"The kid is taking the fire escape to the rooftop of the apartment building next door!" Up and up Xaier went, doing his best to ignore the guy following him. He knew that as long ashe had faith in himself, there was no way they could catch him. Xaier had come into his own as a Parkour practitioner and he wasn't about to let these assholes, whoever they were, catch him before he even knew what the hell was going on. Having reached the end of the ladder, Xaier hoisted himself over the rail and began to run up the narrow, rickity metal fire escape, corkscrewing his way to the top as fast as he could.
Once his feet hit the gravel laced rooftop, Xaier ran straight ahead and leapted without thinking twice. Over the edge of the rooftop, five stories high, Xaier would fly and drop, landing hard on the next buildings fire escape. Taking a few seconds to catch his breath and sooth his burning lung, he swept his sweaty silver hair out of his eyes and once again made his way toward the roof. When he reached the top, he turned to look behind him and toward the other rooftop he had just jumped from. His emerald pupils focusing upon the male that had been following him.
He was pale, his hair was dark brown and shaved short. Similar to a traditional military haircut. He could see the guy giving him the 'death-stare' before he touched what looked to be an earpiece. However he couldn't make out what he said. It wasn't english. And if movies were acurate, he guessed the language to be Russian or a similar European dialect. This made him even more nervous than before. What the HELL did you get me involved in, dad!?
As he stood there staring across toward one of the men that had been chasing him, the boy would continue to show his defiance through a universal method. Lifting his right arm high, Xaier would flip-off his pursuiter. "Eat my shorts, you jerk! You'll never get me!" Of course instead of deterring the now angrylooking russian guy, it only served to egg him on. Because the guy ran and jumped to the fire escape below him. Uuggh! Gotta keep moving! Xaier screamed inside his own head as he turned and ran toward the other side of the rooftop he stood on once again.
Repeating the same process as before, Xaier landed on the next fire escape. This time though he would move downward. Down and around he went until he hit the ladder. Grabbing the sides and using the arches in his shoes, Xaier would slide down the ladder until he hit the bottom and dropped to the ground. Above him he heard the Russian land and his feet hammering away as he made his way down. Wasting little time, Xaier booked it toward the alley exit and out into the open street.
Much to his surprise, when he lookwd to his left, two other people were running down the sidewalk toward him. Jesus christ! Give me a second here! Whoever these people were, Xaier knew he must have been in possession of something important to them. Whatever it was, it was clearly important to his father as well. There was no way Xaier was going to give it up easily.
He was extremely tired at this point though. His lungs felt like they would explode and his legs were burning from exertion. But he soldiered through it, like he knew his father would have wanted. Turning left, the teen began to run again. Lucky for him he was not too far from a strip-mall. That would be his chance to get out of sight. As he neared the mall, he almost shouted with glee at the amount of people he saw christmas shopping. Shouting, he would jump into the crowd and keep going.
Straight through he ran until he reached the opposite side, auickly dipping into one of the retail stores. He moved with haste, toward the back of clothing store he had entered and took it upon himself to hide within one of the dressing rooms. Sitting down, hands on his knees, Xaier sucked in air deeply in attempt to calm his tired lungs and settle his nerves. He wasn't out of hot water yet, but it was finally cooling. Wiping away the sweat on his forehead, he pulled at his damp clothing as he rolled the events thst had taken place, over and over in his head. I-I did it dad. I got away. I didn't let you down! Releasing a heavy sigh, Xaier leaned back and closed his eyes, taking this time to recuperate. He would let a good fifteen minutes pass before he would leave.
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