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Jesper Fahey is currently 100 feet in the air.
He is sitting in a heavy duty crate as the wind whips at his legs and dark brown hair. The Ketterdam skyline fades into hazy dark colors, but the view isn’t why Jespers up here. The rush is.
Jesper is currently on a crane, being moved upwards by the second. A new hotel is underway on the outskirts of Ketterdam, rumored to be ten stories high and have a fantastic gambling hall. It's already well on its way, but Jesper couldn’t wait for its completion. Plus, how could he do this with tons of crowds watching?
His heart pounds as the crane finally pauses at its climax. Adrenaline seeps into his stomach, like it always does when he’s about to do something thrilling. Placing down a bet, aiming his gun, jumping off cliffs that nobody should be able to survive, wondering if his luck will ever run out. Well, Jesper is sure his luck has run out at the tables, but luck hasn’t stopped him before, and will never. He stands up, a gust of wind almost knocking him over.
The crate sways, it's going to start moving again soon, or more likely someone's going to notice him. He had thought of an idea of what to do on the drop down, because after the fourth or fifth cannonball it starts to get repetitive.
He has decided on just jumping and flipping in mid-air, maybe trying to set a record of how many flips he can get in before he miraculously gets saved.
A deep breath as he hears the creak, an obvious warning the crane will be moving in a second. Adrenaline fills his senses and he can hear his heart pound in his chest. It happens every time, and Jesper wonders how long it will take until he never feels it again. Maybe he never will.
Then he jumps up and over.
Jesper's stomach plummets in the state of free fall, an excited yelp escaping his lips. He tucks his head to his legs, flipping as wind gushes past him in all directions. 1. Another, 2, one more, 3, he pauses. His head already feels tingly. He glances down, getting closer, and closer.
Jesper never stops the rapid thoughts that overwhelm his brain when he gets closer to the floor.
Is this where nothing happens?
Is this where I die?
This is really stupid.
I think I left the oven on.
And then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees movement. A net, hooked up to a support beam. He notices a burly guy lean on it, and the net shifts directly in his fall path.
Jesper hits the rope fabric with straight momentum, tearing through it, but it slows his fall. He falls directly into an open truck, filled to the top with mattresses. He breaks out laughing, half at the ridiculous save, and half from surviving. Every, single, time. He clutches his stomach, wheezing into a plastic covered mattress.
“Saints, that was fun!” He snickers to no one in particular.
Everything's a bit sore, some spots more than others. Expected, after falling somewhere around nine stories. Jespers surprised he’s not hurt more.
Jesper rolls onto his back, staring up at the crane he just jumped from. It looks so high up now.
“I am so cool.” He gives a flashy grin, spreading his long limbs out over the mattress. He looks up at the sky, like he is daring the world to try something against him. Adrenaline slowly starts to ebb away.
Jesper can’t explain why he can do this, he has theories, none he can prove, most of them are just him reaching for an idea.
A person is following me and keeping me alive.
A future-self saving current-him scenario.
I’m in a simulation.
I am already dead.
Maybe just plain luck?
But he knows one thing for certain,
Jesper Fahey is immortal.