Make the jump.

From Create Your Own Story

Your willing to take the risk, is possible death better than death; knowing that Nya will just go back to her terrible life from before you'll take the risk.

"Nya, sit up and hold on." You command, with haste she sits fully erect and hold onto the safety bars.

Gunning it with all the muscle you have the needle climbs till your hitting 160 and then, it happens. Like a car with angel wing you lift from the wooden bridge and towards the gap. Everything seems to go in slow motion as you climb into the air, wood splinters spring out in every which direction from your wheels.

The jump seems to take hours, time ticks by till you crash onto the other side, while its not a easy landing the tires slam into the other side of the bridge with a deep thump. Nya's screams mixed with the cracking wood make you keep the gas again leaving the crumbling wooden structure behind.

Stopping the car you take a heavy breath as you whip your head around to see the black car wasn't as lucky as you had been. While the hover cars were better in most cases their ability to jump large distant was limited by their ability to only press forward when they were a few feet off the ground and not sixty, and the crumbling ten feet of bridge that was left in your wake lengthened the original jump.

In a shower of sparks and smoke the car cascades into the valley below the crashing sounds come to a stop.

Sweaty heavily you glance over at Nya who looks as white as a ghost, you sense some anger in her wide eyes but you understand why that is.


Some hours pass before you find a highway again and Nya hasn't so much as looked at you in that time... you understand but it doesn't make you feel any better about not telling her anything about this... it was all about her after all.

Since you got a late start you drive a few more hours after the sun sets before you park in a hotel parking lot. You decided its time to explain to Nya what is going on....

"Nya... I-"

"Nya!" She cuts you off before you can barley get one word out, opening the door she strides out of the car and into the hotel.

Sighing you following in her path but dare not cross her as of yet, she's angry but you wonder just how much of this she understands.


Entering the room Nya leaves you as she enters the bathroom, within seconds you can hear the water running and you know its gonna be some time. Taking up your old hobbie you mount yourself out on the porch and lit up a cigarette. Staring out across the landscape your eyes wander the edges of the open fields and pockets of forests that dot the land; just not as green as it used to be.

"I think... I done fucked up." You joke with yourself with a small chuckle to try and release your stress but it doesn't do much to help.

Hearing the shower turning off you wander if Nya is even going to look for you or just pass out.

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