--=Jack's + POV=--

The look on Felix's face itself made me want to bolt back to the car he called his own. The thing was already booked and since we got here quite on time she said we'd be the next ones to go. Teeth hooking onto my lower lip, I sighed, hoping Felix wouldn't notice how god damned nervous I was.

There was no green around the edges of my vision, no feeling of hatred or anger stirring inside of my stomach, I was totally okay. Though if my hands could stop fidgeting and moving that would help quite a bit. Closing my eyes slowly, they snapped open right away without intention and a lump in my throat formed to see the plane coming down. 

My hand being intertwined with Felix's, my attention whipped over to him and I almost smiled to see him so excited. He rushed over to see some people cheering with parachutes already out sprawled across the ground. They yelled something about needing to go again and booking another one of these sessions as soon as possible.

Why would they want to go again? Wasn't it terrifying? Furrowing my eyebrows not connecting the feeling of adrenaline with terror, my body was pulled forward by Felix and we ended up sooner than later by the feet of the helicopter. Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I stared at Felix's beaming face and tried to shove away the fear I held.

Or at least hide it as best I could.

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As soon as the legs of the helicopter got off of the ground and we lost all connections to anything solid, my heart slipped out of it's place and wrapped itself heavily around my ankles. Legs shaking faster the higher we went, Felix adjusted his gear explaining to me he knew everything about the gear since he's always longed to do this.

One of the doors to the helicopter was open, and it only made it that more terrifying. Eyes the size of plates were stuck on my face, not blinking, they stayed wide open. The wind that came out of the door sucked out the air from my lips and the feeling of suction made me feel as if I were supposed to be dragged out of it.

I glanced nervously at Felix, hoping he had the same look on his face but instead of absolute horror I saw excitement and adrenaline. Of course I had to go do something dangerous with an adrenaline junkie, couldn't have just went to his house and watched anime with him. I want to do that so badly right now, I don't want to be here.

The straps of the parachute were on his shoulders now, and with one last click Felix stepped back confident and gazed at his work. Pride clear by the way his shoulders were posed, Felix turned and began making conversation with the pilot. His hands shook, I noticed for a second but I knew it was for different reasons than my own.

Adrenaline had already shot through him. I, wasn't as lucky. I want to be down on the ground right now, probably with Mark, and we would cuddle and go back to bed. This is the worst idea I have ever heard of! And I agreed to it!

'Kill him if you live.'

I'm really thinking about it.

The voice laughing, I forced a freaked out smile and stared towards the door.

'You might as well get it over with.'

Vision flashing green, my heart oozed off my ankles and all over the floor in a panic when I felt myself take a step towards the door. Fear twitching, I whipped my head in the direction of Felix but he was still putting his shit on. Opening my mouth to protest and catch Felix's attention I lost my voice when they took another step.

Rushing my eyes in the direction of the door, I struggled to back away from it but I couldn't control myself. Scrunching my eyes shut hoping they wouldn't do it again, sure enough I could feel them take another step and my eyes snapped open turning my vision into a filter of murky green.

Don't you fucking dare....

'Oops! I'm quite clumsy today. You can shout whenever you feel like it.

Another step. Desperation etched into my features and this time when I went to look at Felix he flashed me a smile and gave me a thumbs up.  Uneasiness writhed throughout my entire body, I could see, hear, feel, but I can't control. Shutting my eyes tightly trying not to freak out, I noticed the pilot looking worriedly at me through the mirror.

"You can look from there if you like, but do be careful, we don't want you falling out." Felix laughing and making a joke about me falling out, my insides felt as if they were crumpling up like a paper ball. Folded and mashed up, I was just about ready to throw up and then another step took it's place instead.

'We really don't.'

Hairs on the back of my neck shooting straight up, I looked between the two of them as I could feel my legs stroll around lazily, turning itself so I was looking the opposite way from the door, I bit my lip to see the green vision as I leaned against the wall literally inches away from the door now.

Not about to hold on, not able to warn or yell them, not able to throw up or cry, not able to be on the ground. I'm stuck. Panic steeping through my body, the green suddenly vanished and I took a breath of relief. Walking away from the wall and pushing myself off of it I opened my mouth to join in on the conversation but in a flash the green was back and my heart skipped a beat as I felt myself trip and fall out of the helicopter. 

Felix's shouts the first thing to hear, I saw him try to dive after me but the pilot yelled and held him back, closing the doors on him. The pounding sounds of Felix's fists connecting with the door made me flinch, but it was too late as of now. Eyes wide open, the helicopter shrank and shrank away as the air kept rushing and pushing me around. 

Flipping and spinning, I realised how quickly the world was turning. The wind pushed me so I was face first diving down. Screeches ripped out of my lungs, and the air I had been trying to breathe in was burning my throat going too quickly to catch.

 Thousands of feet below me lied the city. Citizens travelled with cars and busses and on feet and on bikes.  I noticed a few screaming down below as they pointed at me, alarms rushing and the sounds of cars sped by all trying to get out and see.  A few got out and opened their doors to see me. 

The closer I got the more they shrieked in terror. Cars beeped their horns and some of them swerved hurriedly to the sides all bolting out as soon as they could to stare. The bright lights of red and blue caught my eye, and I shifted my gaze to see cop cars circling all around buildings as they chased after me.

Tears falling from my face due to the harshness of the cold, I sprawled myself out arms, legs and all trying to catch a good flow and slow myself down by a little bit but with hardly any difference, I could feel hope drain away as quickly as it had started. The flame gone, the green in my vision gone.

I was completely left alone. The helicopter continued to float, but I couldn't pay attention to that anymore. My anxiety was tipping me over, making it harder to breathe than it already was. Two seconds later, and my lungs finally cut themselves off. When I opened my mouth no breath came out and none came in.

Some sense of calmness over came me, and as I gazed at the chaotic mess of people something had clicked inside of my head. Heart swelling and whining needing air, I shook my head trying to explain to my own organ what was going on but I couldn't make a peep so with tears stuck to my eyes I shook my head wildly.

Salted water slid out of my eyes and upwards into my hair where it was quickly tossed off by how rough the wind was being. I didn't have much time. Not wanting to see how close I was to the ground, I flipped myself over slowly and surely, and kept my eyes open until black had snapped away my eyesight entirely.

And the splattering of heavy liquid and shrieks were the last thing I had heard.