from the Book of Tomorrow
She followed him as he climbed, but she noted he was very fast and very agile. He didn’t look like he had that in him. She thought about his age. How could he be so old? There were many mysteries about him, but she had to stop thinking about it so she could follow his moves. She was learning new ways to move, quickly, by watching him. She also noted that he would pause when she made a mistake. Why would he care? Wasn’t his goal to get away? If anything, her being caught would buy him time. She knew he knew that. She had certainly learned he was smart. Then she watched as he leaped upwards grabbed a pipe and propelled himself onto a further structure that was higher than the one they had surmounted. She froze in panic. She looked at him trying to pleas with her eyes for an answer as to how he did that. She didn’t expect one, but she turned to look behind her and knew she had to figure it out or face the consequences of following him to begin with. She leaped and grabbed the pipe, but she simply hung there. She knew she had missed something in what he did. She was about to resign herself to her fate when she watched him leap back down to where they were. Then he leaped up and grabbed the pipe and holding on next to her he motioned with his hand. It was kind of a whooshing motion. Then he leaped back down to the original spot again. She started to think he was crazy. Why wouldn’t he just escape? Then she watched as he leaped and grabbed the pipe and propelled himself to his previous destination. She looked at him and shook her head to mean no. Then she let go while aiming herself at their previous location. She looked back to him with a look of dread, but also acceptance of her fate. In her eyes, she wanted to tell him she wished him luck. Instead of continuing on, he dropped back down next to her. Now she was sure he was crazy. Any lead they had gained was lost and any moment they would be onset by the very things they were trying to get away from. Why was he so insistent on dying today? She would survive. She wouldn’t like the terms, but they were sure to kill him.
He spoke, “The way you got back here is the way you get up there.” He pointed to where he had been.
She didn’t understand. He moved his hand in a cradling motion. “Have you ever seen a grandfather clock?”
She looked at him, “I’ve never met my grandfather. What does that have to do with how you did that.”
Without a lot of patience, given the scenario, he explained quickly, “Let your body flow with the motion as you grab the pipe. Then as it begins to echo back, use your legs to create force in the opposite direction and upwards more. I’d say, ‘like a swing’, but you don’t know what that is either. However, you’re pretty fast and rather limber, so I don’t think it will be much of a challenge for you. Just trust in yourself.” Then he grabbed her butt and pushed her upwards.
She grabbed the bar, felt the motion away from her destination and then at the moment when she realized it was as far from where she wanted to be as possible, she pushed out hard with her legs and twisted her body to aim at the destination she had seen him accomplish. She got close, but now the situation was far worse. She was dangling over a long drop. Her eyes were wide as she thought, “Yeah, I learned a few things. Don’t follow strangers, don’t try to rip people off anymore, don’t try to learn how to move from strangers you’ve tried to rip off.”
She stopped looking down because it was making her woozy so she looked up and she saw his hand reaching down as he said, “Pretty good for a first try. Now, we have to move faster.” He pointed at where she had continually retreated to and she saw how many were standing in that very spot and looking angry and frustrated at her. Then she felt herself pulled up. “I’m