Challenge Accepted!

As I sat in my dinky little seat in this cheap cigar of a plane, I watched Tylar stand at the doorway, preparing to jump.  “Look,” I shouted, “you know how high we are? About 20,00 feet up. Look at the fucking ground! That’s a long fall, are you sure you don’t want a parachute?”  I said this with a death grip on my seat belt, of course.  Fuck heights, man. I hate ‘em.  The only reason I was up there was to support my friend.

            Tylar turned slightly, smiled.  “Oh, come on, don’t you have a bit of faith? What’s the fun of a parachute? You know those work.  We don’t know if this will work.  You aren’t living if you’re safe all the time.”

            I shook my head, “No, no. I don’t know that they work.  I’ve seen plenty of videos of people sky diving where their ‘chutes didn’t open at all.  This is crazy!  Sure, danger is exciting, that’s all fine, but I-“ and Tylar jumped out of the plane before I finished the sentence. “Fucking Christ!” was about all I could get out of my mouth as I somehow managed to get out of my seatbelt without unbuckling it and ran to where Tylar had been just moments before.  I held on to the frame of the plane, for all that thin aluminum would help, and looked down, hoping to not see Tylar falling uncontrollably to the ground. 

            But there my friend was, seeming to levitate a few feet below the plane, yet keeping pace with it perfectly.  I laughed despite myself as I looked for anything that might be connecting Tylar to the plane, but I found nothing. It was pure talent. Pure, unimaginable, talent.  “Ok, your turn!” Tylar playfully shouted at me. I took a few steps back, shook myself, and asked myself what the hell I had gotten myself into as I leapt out of the plane.  I’m glad the pilot expected this, we had kind of told him our plan before we got off the ground, so we wouldn’t scare him in case what we did actually worked.

            I fell past Tylar quicker than I thought possible, and began screaming like hell.  I focused on denying that I was falling, and simply accepting that I might be floating, and I slowly came to a stop. I opened my eyes, not realizing I had closed them until I needed to open them, and started laughing somewhat maniacally as I flew back up to Tylar. “You ready for part 2, since we aren’t dieing yet?” I asked. Tylar smiled like the Cheshire cat in acknowledgement, and I pushed myself in front of the plane.  I kept going until I had gained about 3 plane-lengths’ distance from the nose, and pulled part 2 out of my pocket.  It looked like an impossibly black little square, but as I unfolded the wormhole, it took on an altogether otherworldly appearance. It’d hard to explain unless you’ve seen a wormhole open in your atmosphere before, and then there’s no need to explain.  Thankfully, our timing was perfect. Seconds after completely unfolding the wormhole, the plane and Tylar flew straight through it.  I bade the world farewell as I swung myself through, holding the edge to take it with me. There was no returning from wherever we were headed.