Dimensional Descent
Chapter 1
Leonel barreled down a set of spiraling stairs. With a leap, he cleared the railing, foregoing the last of the steps to land in a living room. Jumping over a couch, he rounded a corner into the kitchen to snatch a bottle of foul green liquid.
"Thanks for the daily dose of cow shit, dad. Really appreciate it."
A middle-aged man looked up from his tablet, pushing his glasses up with a couple fingers. He was lounging behind the large glass doors that opened from the living room into the backyard when his son's usual defamatory statements entered his ears.
"In another rush toward failure?"
"I'll succeed this time!"
Instead of launching himself out the front door, Leonel actually made his way back up the set of spiraled stairs.
"That's what you said the last over hundred times."
Leonel didn't wait for his father's next sarcastic statement. He pushed opened the attic doors and swung himself out of the three-story high triangular windows. His actions looked no different from an attempt at suicide, but his hand just barely caught the ledge, swinging himself upward to latch onto a weakening water drainage pipe.
Like a spry monkey, the plastic lid connector of his bottle hanging from his teeth, he climbed to the roof, landing on the angled tiles with a practiced ease.
[Subject: Leonel Morales]
[Infraction Code 118.67.2 - Unauthorized scaling of a residential building. Under the Parkour and Freerunning Act of 2034, this is classified as a Type 1 Misdemeanor]
[It is advised that subject Leonel Morales immediately cease illegal activity to avoid charges]
Leonel ignored the beeping female voice emitting from his wrist, his eyes having locked onto his next target.
The suburb Leonel and his father lived in was decently well off and could be considered a part of the upper middle class. However, the location of their home could only be described as odd. Or, rather, the entire suburb community was out of expectations.
The community existed on a large flying platform that orbited a main city below like the Moon did the Earth. These so-called Floating Paradises acted as a solution to the housing crisis of 2066, effectively fixing the problem by creating more surface area for housing.
Nowadays, only the obscenely wealthy could live on the surface. Leonel's destination happened to be this lofty surface world. Though, while most who lived on these Floating Paradises could only catch a glimpse from time to time, Leonel traveled down almost everyday.
'… 17 seconds.'
Leonel crouched on his home's roof. His and his father's home happened to be at the very edge of the Floating Paradise. Of course, there were several safety measures taken. But, that wouldn't stop Leonel.
Despite his vantage point, he couldn't see the backyard his father had been sitting in. In fact, his home looked completely empty from the outside due to a privacy setting.
He swung his head back, taking a big swing of his dad's green concoction. In that moment, not only did his tongue seemingly light on fire, but even his lungs burned. One would think he was breathing in a raging fire's smoke instead of drinking a smoothie.
yourself this time,
that he wouldn't make it very far. He'd fall three stories and come out with
gust of wind crashed into his body. If it wasn't for its sturdy straps, the backpack to his back would have been
Leonel's ears as he was taken into the
legs spread out, a refreshing smile playing his features as though he didn't realize that he looked
lone man above the clouds, free falling without a care in the world. His
it seemed that Leonel would be falling hundreds of meters to the surface below, his body tucked and rolled, bursting through a layer of white clouds that spritzed a refreshing dew across his face. His last bit of fatigue vanished without a
thump, he rolled across the hard ground. It only took a moment to realize that this wasn't in fact the ground at all,
Leonel
entry to the surface. Under the Sky
been targeted for capture. It is advised that
Guardian
Communication failure. Attempting
official as a father had its perks. For example, any crimes linked to a retiree
by BIP. With his father's name at his back, small crimes like this were directly ignored. Unfortunately, though,
silver framed bicycle hidden in a corner. He leapt from the building's side, swinging his bike's seat between his legs just as he firmly landed on a cylindrical glass structure attached to the side of
interconnected in some way. The skies were filled with glass tunnels, towering structures were sometimes no more than a meter or two
the normal
wasn't
tube the moment you agree to pay those ridiculous fees for
"My name isn't Lenny!"
of nagging. He still didn't know how the old man always managed to know when he arrived and also had no idea where his voice was being projected from either, but he
sped through the dense metal forest far faster than many thought possible. Eventually, the tall skyscrapers began to shorten and Leonel had no choice but to change his tactics lest
three or so meters as a time, hopping his bike from glass tunnel to balcony to light post
his backpack from his back, pulling out a pair of grey slacks, a recently pressed
wear. After leaning a mirror the size of a piece of paper again a large garbage disposal bin, he slicked his hair back with his accumulated
"Refresh."
over Leonel's body. In a flash, his accumulating body odor
his shirt, and slid on his blue blazer. After
he was overly satisfied with his own appearance, though he could be
a tanned bronze, his short hair swept freely in the wind with its dirty
tall and toned, but his frame was both lean and well-built. Despite this, he had a kind and inviting
practicing his smile, they'd think he was crazy. He
time, he hopped on his bike. But, his pace
like the congested communities he had passed through before. It
around, ancient trees vibrantly recovering from the winter months, and winding paths that led to beautiful
place only for the elites
About Dimensional Descent - Chapter 1
Dimensional Descent is the best current series of the author Awespec. With the below Chapter 1 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 1 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com