This is a quickly done-up short story, commonly known as fanfic. It could probably be used as the first chapter to something.
Written by Tiny Tomo @ Agent Six of Hearts - The Fansite.
Agent Six of Hearts looked fleetingly over the balcony at the 15-story jump to the ground. ChaoSonic soldiers were closing in. He evaded Lerke’s gaze and turned his attention to the twenty or so Eagles pointed at him.
He was going to have to take a risk. Either jump, with the very slim possibility of surviving the act, or let himself be shot. I could give myself up, Six thought, but then they would probably kill me anyway.
“Give up, boy. You have no Kyntak to save you now.” Lerke finally caught Six’s eye, staring him down as if his very glare could kill.
“I don’t need Kyntak.” Six took a deep breath and back flipped over the rails. Lerke’s soldiers fired their guns. Bullets scraped the soles of Six’s sneakers. It was, literally, a close shave.
He didn’t have time to ponder when he could get new shoes. Six fell down, headfirst.
Wind pulled at his hair and blew frost on his face. In the City, winter was even colder than normal, from sea breezes all around. Even the mighty Seawall couldn’t prevent cold air from reaching into the city.
Six closed his eyes as he silently counted the floors by steadily decreasing altitude. Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen…
He heard a shout from above. The voice was Reutini Lerke’s. To Six’s frozen, but keen ears, it sounded like he wanted them to shoot at him as he was falling.
Even more guns aimed at him. The clicking sound of bullets being slotted into Eagles reached Six’s hearing.
Seven, six, five…
Just a few more stories. A bullet singed his left shoulder. I’m travelling at 26.6 meters per second; I could grab the railing, but the act would probably break my arms.
Go! Six opened his eyes and saw the nearest railing. He hurriedly flipped himself the right way up and flung his arms towards the building.
A jolt fizzed through his right arm as he grabbed the rails. Six’s superhuman muscles couldn’t bear the impact and snapped without warning.
Quickly, Six thrust his left arm at the rails.
My right arm’s broken but I survived the fall. It’ll have to do until I can get back to Ace.
He hurled himself onto the balcony. Gathering his mind back from the effect of gravitational pull, he stood.
Six surveyed the area. There was a door right in front of him. He could enter the building there.
But what next? He’d be stuck inside the building, with Lerke undoubtedly coming down the stairs with his soldiers.
The ground was just three stories down. I could climb down a level, he thought. If only my arm wasn’t so useless.
Through the glass door, Six could see the Chaosonic henchmen kicking the door to the apartment.
It won’t hold them for long, he thought as they continued to bash the door. I’ll have to stick to my left arm. The menacing sound echoed throughout the room.
Six slipped quietly off the balcony, his cloak barely brushing the rails.
DISCLAIMER: These are not my characters. They are Jack Heath's characters, from the novels The Lab, Remote Control and Third Transmission.