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Random story (scrap)

Random part of a story I didn't feel like completing.

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Four cops noticed me.

I figured that my ability to avoid detection had been far too perfect, considering how many mistakes I've made just sneaking past these guys.

They're chasing my ass and coming for me with stun batons. No surprise there - I'm not dangerous to the level for them to start using guns on me.

I made a break for the Ley Line Railing Station, leaping over a huge air conditioning exhaust. I fell for 2.5 meters before landing onto the ground - This should deter the untrained, unfit policemen, but none of them look that shabby nor out-of-shape, so hoping for the height to slow them down was wishful thinking.

The rails were about 7 meters away. I kept running. My legs run through the rooftop, like the heavy treads of a tank. These heavy treads let forth a sudden burst of energy, and I hurdled over a fence while maintaining my momentum.

Right onto the Ley Line rails.

My feet plunged like the heavy treads they were onto the electrified tracks, and the overwhelming electricity pumped into my shoes. Even though they were a separate object, I felt the ridiculous surges of electricity flowing through the circuits in the shoes, causing them to involuntarily activate.

The shoes were designed with a safety measure, to store the static build-up in the body as a form of energy, and to activate briefly to discharge that built-up energy. It was designed to use external energy, like the body's natural static, as an alternate form of power. My shoes were, though, custom-modified with better capacitors and a more durable circuit to withstand energy up to 17,300W. It's far from the level to render one completely immune to a lightning bolt, but it is good enough to withstand the high-power 12,000W of energy used for the Ley Line Railing system.

The amount of energy was quite literally, shocking. The boots which were also using LED straps to help discharge some of the energy weren't helping a lot. It felt like I was holding a great power at my feet, one which made me confident... Maybe, too confident. I feel frightened by this amount of energy by my feet, that could barbecue me at the slightest mishap.

I tilted the hover shoes with my feet, and they started moving and grinding along the ley line rails. In less than 10 seconds, I have reached the speed of a maglev train. If not for my goggles, I would probably be unable to open my eyes at all against the roaring winds.

I was moving so much faster than I did simply strolling, or running, or even riding on the top of a truck. The wind against my ears were far louder than they have ever been. The ridiculous increase in power and speed was intoxicating. If I had a complete immunity to electricity, like having my body made of rubber, I would probably have enjoyed this amazing feeling of absolute power.

A train was fast approaching me from about 4 kilometers away.

We would likely meet each other in less than 10 seconds if I stayed on. And having my body crush against such a massive object is bound to turn me into jell-o.

So I leapt, with the overcharged hover shoes.

The exhilarating gush of energy from the leap sent me flying over an entire skyscraper, and towards a marketplace. Using the hover shoes, I cushioned the impact as far as I could by pressing the shoes against the window walls of the hospital to its side, and slowly skid down the building - But it wasn't enough.

Then, on the rooftop I was going to land on from ym current trajectory, was a worker pissing over the drain used to filter rainwater.

I clenched my Fiston hard, and aimed at the worker.

Bam.

I had used the meat body of the worker as a cushion for my impact. I didn't know the guy, but with that, someone innocent was killed by my actions. Once again.

Though, ramming him while I was falling that quickly sure was damn awesome. Enough to get my entire body tingling. Is it with fear? Is it with excitement? I don't know - But I know for sure that the sucker at the unfortunate other end of the stick is in for a nasty surprise.

I think I'll call it Line Grind Ground Pound.

So, whenever I ride the ley lines and pound someone into the ground with this, I would have something cool to scream every time.