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"What was that?" Zephyr's heart throbbed loudly in protest, refusing to acknowledge what his body had now committed. The adrenaline moving through his bloodstream screamed in retreat, increasing nothing but disbelief.
[Muscle memory,] Nix's voice spoke in response, causing his mind to seek more clarity.
[Information learned yesterday has been slightly useful in enhancing your body,] yet Zephyr didn't reply, as if awaiting an explanation.
[Using that information learned, I stimulated your muscles to store it as muscle memory, so to the body—you performed that movement at least two thousand times, meaning its application has transcended the limitations of skill and is now as common as a reflex.] Nix's words sounded like music to Zephyr's listening ears, but even then, his gaze remained on his upraised, open palms, his eyes searching as if for the secret of the power that stood yet hidden.
"What else did it learn?" his question asked as a wide, open smile played at the edge of his lips, his voice sounding hesitant yet eager to understand its abilities. Nix, as if sensing Zephyr's voice of anticipation, just giggled mechanically, as if his voice were only the sound of typed-out words spoken by a keyboard.
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"HAAA!" Zephyr's voice bolted out with noises of disbelief.
His body, as if in a frenzy, cut swiftly through the air. Its movements and speed were a mix of side-flips and backflips in combination. The ground below grew cracks in protest. With each of his fast-paced landings, a chunk of land bowed due to the overwhelming force of feet meeting Mother Earth—feet meeting waiting ground.
With his hands holding up his flipping body, he launched himself upward. His figure moved sixteen feet into the air. The wind, as if in protest of his fast motion, pushed back against his clothes, causing sounds of friction to play with his falling figure.
As his body fell downward with implacable force, the ground below seemed to bend—as if fearing the damage. His bare feet braced backward. As they struck the ground…
Rumble-crunch!!!
The impact, so severe, left an open wound on the standing floor, as if it were made entirely of jelly. As if his pace had been too much, his motion refused to stop. His feet kept damaging the ground, ripping out floor made of concrete. His feet increased the effect of friction, yet the action felt dull, until…
He stopped. Half his body was now fully buried underground. His eyes and face held a shocked expression, as they refused to believe what he had fulfilled. His heart beat with excitement, as his eyes refused to shut, only closing due to the dust his actions had created.
"Fuck me," his words whispered, as his body trembled with lingering disbelief. Then he stood.
Moving his hands and raising his body, it launched upward. He realized he had used too much force—a realization that drilled too deep within him. Underestimation, yes, Zephyr had truly underestimated what he was.
"Did it work?" his words asked, although he already knew the answer. He still had to be sure.
[Nope,] Nix spoke. [You haven't reached the limit,] it admitted, causing Zephyr to fall down in surrender. His body faced up, as his eyes gained sight of the moving clouds.
"Six fucking hours," his voice complained. "Six fucking hours of consistent running, and I haven't reached my limit." His words grew frustrated, as he turned his gaze sideways, looking at his feet. staring at the now almost fully torn half-pants, which were turned into ruined shorts. His head fell back to the ground once more.
[You can always do pushups.]
"Fuck no," Zephyr swiftly shot out. His body rose from its resting state and moved back to his once-peaceful apartment, moving as his shoes remained ruined and turned into something to be remembered.
Leaving abandoned stadium to look upon the destruction created by he who shouldn't exist—he who would destroy all things.
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Ssshhh!
The sound of pouring hot water rang out.
Ring-ring!
As the cellphone made the noise of calling, Zephyr came out from the comforting rain with his third leg on full display—he was naked.
Click!
"Sup," Zephyr spoke out. His hand pushed his wet hair backward, rendering his gaze clear.
{You didn't forget, did you?} the voice from the other side asked, causing Zephyr's eyes to widen in remembrance—it was Saturday. "Ahh…" his voice became hesitant. "Of course, how could I?" he lied, his words sounding rather too obvious. "Eight o'clock, right?"
{Eight o'clock,} the voice slightly giggled before hanging up.
Beep!!!
Then it finally hit—the library. He had promised to return for the number. As if to numb the pain, Nix spoke. [I told you, Mr. Zephyr, make a connection, not fall in love,] its voice said, as if taunting. Frustration moved to Zephyr's thinking consciousness, forgetting that his inhumanly large third leg was hanging below, forgetting that the water from his dripping wet hair was falling to the floor, creating a pool of mini-flood. And words—words Zephyr's lips had grown too used to: "I am truly fucked," they uttered, impacting the pending atmosphere.
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