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

leap. At first, it seemed that he wouldn't make it very far. He'd fall three stories and come out with a broken leg if he

it wasn't

Leonel's ears as he was taken

refreshing smile playing his features as though he didn't

clouds, free falling without a care in

meters to the surface below, his body tucked and rolled, bursting through a layer

wasn't in fact the ground at

score." Leonel

Sky Island

17, has been targeted for capture. It is

as a minor. Guardian

failure. Attempting

a father had its perks. For example, any crimes linked to a

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

up, grabbing a silver framed bicycle hidden in a corner. He leapt from the building's side, swinging his bike's seat between his

and the obscene price per square footage, almost every building on the surface was interconnected in some way. The skies were filled with glass tunnels, towering structures were sometimes no more than a meter or two apart, and personal vehicles were incredibly

school the normal way,

laughter rang out as though there wasn't a

start taking the tube the moment you agree to pay those ridiculous fees for

"My name isn't Lenny!"

always managed to know when he arrived

Leonel sped through the dense metal forest far faster than many thought possible. Eventually, the tall skyscrapers began to shorten and

his usual back alley, he dropped three or so meters as a time, hopping his bike from glass tunnel to balcony to light

his backpack from his back, pulling out a pair of

piece of paper again

"Refresh."

body. In a flash, his accumulating body

pants, buttoned up his shirt, and slid on his blue blazer. After putting on his bag, he stood up

because he was overly satisfied with his own appearance, though he could be considered to be quite handsome. Rather, he was testing to see which smile came off

his short hair swept freely in the wind with its dirty blond

was not only tall and toned, but his frame was both lean and well-built. Despite this, he had a

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

beeped once more. Realizing he would be running late if he wasted anymore time, he hopped on his bike. But, his pace was much slower this time, not wanting to

long to go. The streets leading to his school were nothing like the congested communities he had passed

recovering from the winter

academy on Earth, a prestigious place only for