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It was fun while it lasted, but here at the end of things you've got to admit, it was a pretty silly fantasy-
<span class="mu-s">"Don't move!"</span>
<span class="mu-s">"Hands on your head!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Gyah!-hhhaaaaaa<span class="mu-s">AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-</span>"</span>
The sudden arrival of the police on the rooftop, their hostile demeanor, startles you enough that you lose your footing. After that, well... your entire body, massively elongated body snaps back to form in the direction between the two spires. There's even an audible sound somewhere between an elastic twang and the slapping of flesh, as you are slingshot from the top of the tower and out over the city. The experience is so sudden and violent to you, so much force applied that you mind hasn't the ability to process it. Just an overwhelming blur of color and intense force. Until it is finally that your body catches up with you in an sense and fully returns to form, for some glorious few moments as you soar through the air, free as a bird with the wind whipping your hair.
<span class="mu-b">"-ahah... ahahahahah-haaaaa<span class="mu-s">AAAAAAAAGH!</span>"</span>
Surprise, bewildered, amazed, delighted, such a mixed surge of emotions in your elated heart for that sensation of flying through the air over the world and against a golden sky... until slungshot momentum gives way to freefall. The dreadful feeling as all your pleasant emotions are near-instantly washed over by terror, screaming and flailing as you fall. For what it's worth you did manage a significant distance away from the First American tower, having cleared enough distance that there's a different highrise beneath you. But it's coming up fast and all your panicked mind can think of is how much it's going to hurt when you hit the roof, if you even survive to feel it.
<span class="mu-b">"<span class="mu-s">-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-</span>"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"-gotcha!"</span>
Between your screaming and the intense wind you hadn't heard the approaching sound of a jet plane, or perhaps a rocket. A sudden and violent stop in your fall that utterly bewilders you in its unexpectedness. Not as sudden or as violent as if you'd just hit the ground or the roof, something cushioned and moving. Instinctively and in your panic you violently grab and wrap body around whatever it is, for the few moments you have till landing atop the roof.
<span class="mu-r">"-stop it! I can't fly like this!"</span>
A rough landing as it were, but nothing like falling off a skyscraper. A messy tumble between you and... another person? Whoever it is, the pair of you roughly come to rest after skidding across the rooftop. Perhaps not as delicately handled as your would-be savior may have intended, but your own body ends up dampening most of the impact for the both of you.
