Dimensional Descent

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.

Really outdid yourself this time,

far. He'd fall three stories and come

If it wasn't for its

ears as he was taken into

he didn't realize that

clouds, free falling without a care in the world. His clothes whipped against his

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

across the hard ground. It only took a moment to realize that this wasn't in fact the ground at all, but rather

Leonel grinned,

Sky Island Act of 2071, this is classified as a Type

for capture. It is

classified as a minor. Guardian Velasco Morales

Communication failure. Attempting

a retired Tier 5 government official as a father had its perks. For example, any crimes linked to a retiree of such prestige was directly handled by the

his father's name at his back, small crimes like this were directly ignored. Unfortunately,

leapt from the building's side, swinging his bike's seat between his legs just as he firmly landed on a cylindrical glass

in some way. The skies were filled with glass tunnels, towering structures were

to school the normal

rang out as though there wasn't a several

the moment you

"My name isn't Lenny!"

man always managed to know when he arrived and also had no idea where his voice was being projected

forest far faster than many thought possible. Eventually, the tall skyscrapers began to shorten and Leonel had no choice but

he dropped three or so meters as a time, hopping his

backpack from his back, pulling out a pair of grey slacks, a recently pressed white shirt, and a

leaning a mirror the size of a piece

"Refresh."

a flash, his accumulating body odor was killed off,

and slid on his blue blazer. After putting

wasn't because he was overly satisfied with his own appearance, though he could be considered to be quite handsome. Rather, he was

tanned bronze, his short hair swept freely in the wind with its dirty blond almost

only tall and toned, but his frame was both lean and well-built. Despite this, he had a kind and inviting disposition. His

he was practicing his smile, they'd think he was crazy. He was more than charming enough,

he wasted anymore time, he hopped on his

didn't have long to go. The streets leading to his school were nothing like the congested communities

around, ancient trees vibrantly recovering from the winter months,

third ranked academy on Earth, a prestigious place only for the