1 Chapter 1 - Prologue (Edited)
A special type of person that's called many words, but most know them by sensation-, thrill- or excitement-seekers. They are the most ridiculous type of people living on planet earth. Most people would say those thrill-seekers are all about toying with death, but that isn't entirely correct. The correct definition is that they aren't motivated by danger. They're driven to conquer new challenges and soak up every experience life has to offer—and they simply don't let danger dissuade them. Therefore, they may not fear the risks that accompany activities like mountaineering, cliff diving, gambling, or experimenting with drugs.
Despite the hazards of certain behaviors, risk-taking has value and serves an important evolutionary purpose. Without the courage to advance into unknown, potentially dangerous territory, human beings may not have found new mates, populated the globe, or flourished as a species.
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A boy with fairly long spiky blonde hair, blue eyes with irises that look like a paw print. He's about to get into a helicopter that will ride him to the top of Jungfrau mountain in Switzerland.
(A/N: Reference is here.)
This boy's name is Marc, and he's a top example of a thrill-seeker. He's done tons of dangerous stunts like diving 214 meters in a single breath in Greece, Free-climbing the Burj Khalifa, and much more.
In fact, this is just another thing he's about to risk his life, so he can cross it off on his bucket list. The energy drink seller, Red Bull, contacted Marc and asked him if he wanted to do a stunt never done before. BASE jump into a plane mid-air.
Crazy? In fact, it's not that crazy compared to some of his other deeds.
It took Marc and the Red Bull team no time to load their gear into the helicopter and set off to Jungfrau mountain.
About 10 minutes later they reached the destination for Marc. He's already geared up with his jumpsuit and ready to risk his life.
"Let's do this guys! Have you contacted the plane and made sure everything's fine on their side too?" Asked Marc, the leader of this group from Red Bull.
"Yes, they will set off in 10 minutes and will be here in 20. So just hoist yourself down and make your head clear for this stunt." The Red Bull leader answered with a serious voice, indicating that this is serious now, and it's dangerous.
"Don't worry so much, I can easily do this in my sleep, well maybe not hahaha. If we fail, I have already written my will. Can't have my trophies and diplomas getting in the wrong hands if I die right? Don't worry, I can add a sentence in the testament, so you will get the diploma from this stunt when I die one day hehe…" Marc laughed and jokingly told the Red Bull leader while hitting his back in good camaraderie before Marc got hoisted down from the helicopter mid-air because it can't land on a mountain.
"Sigh, this kid is something else…" Said the Red Bull leader to himself in a low voice while shaking his head.
It took no time for Marc to reach the ground and stood on top of Jungfrau mountain, looking around the beautiful scenery where snow is everywhere the eye can see.
The mountain is 4,158 m high. That is just the right height for a little plane to fly safely and high enough for a BASE Jumper to land into while jumping down the mountain.
*Breathe*
Marc took a deep breath, calming his really exciting nerves before doing this BASE jump that no other has ever done before. He calmed his nerves so as to not make any mistake. He checked his watch and saw he had a few minutes before the plane would be in his vision, so he spent the rest of the time double-checking his equipment.
Then he saw it, the plane he's been waiting for.
"Hee, let's do this…" Marc told himself with a big smirk plastered on his face, radiating the feeling of thrill he's about to have.
"Wupti," he said before jumping, not at all hesitating to jump off the mountain like a flying squirrel jumping off a tree, levitating in the air.
"Wuuuhuuu" Marc howled like a wolf, feeling free in the air while dodging other mountain tops that will for sure kill him if he crashes against them with a speed of 136 km/h at an altitude of 3654 m. As he hovered down, his target slowly crept closer to him. It's the plane, and it already has the door open, so Marc can land in though it has a little high altitude. A little door at the side of the plane with the size of 1,5 m × 1,25 m. This stunt sounds straightforward, but remember the plane and Marc are both flying at a speed cars do on the freeway.
He looked up and made eye contact with the co-pilot and sent a nod to him that he clearly knew what meant. It meant "do it".
The plane slowly began descending towards a lower height and Marc turned his flaps on his suit, so he ascended a bit towards the door of the plane.
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"Yeehaw, mother, father you properly ain't proud of me in heaven, but make sure to look at another soon-to-be awesome achievement of mine!!" Yelled Marc to heaven.
"Let's do this, but let's take it up a notch. Can't make the video they are filming look boring, so let's do this." Though Marc.
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"What's he doing?" asked the co-pilot questingly out loud, so the pilot also heard it.
"Is something wrong with his suit?" Asked the pilot with raised eyebrows.
"No, it looks perfectly fine. But I think he's about to do something crazy…" the co-pilot said.
"What do you mean? This stunt is more than crazy, so how can it get any crazier? Adding more will just be suicide, right?" Said the pilot, underestimating Marc's bravery… Or stupidity.
"I don't know, but this is Marc we are talking about. He never follows the script, at least that's what I have heard from other people who worked with him." answered the co-pilot that knows Marc's character better than the pilot.
"Well, I will continue descending as planned, so let's just see what he will do…" the pilot decided.
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1, 2, 3, here we go, swing.
And I took my arms in and hugged my legs while leaning forwards in over 130 km/t. I bet I look like a spinning human cannonball shooting through the air. After a few spins, the perfect window opens up for my finisher.
When I saw the perfect window, I quickly unfolded, and stretched my arms out again, and angled my arms, so I ascended with terrifying speed upwards the plane. How exciting, if I miss the door, I will crash against the plane. It will at least break my back if I hit it.
Am I afraid? Hell no!! It's fun to reach new limits and do things nobody has done before.
When my arms with the flaps attached spread out, I immediately flew sideways up with my back facing the plane, so I couldn't see it at all.
But I already did a rough calculation of the angle I have to turn. Well, what can I do? I can't just pull a computer out of my ass and do some precise calculations now, can I? And it's totally more fun to just wing it.
*Bang*
Aaaarrghh it hurts. My arms are definitely broken, well, no matter, I have to smile at the camera. Guess I won't meet mother and father this time around either.
"Hello everybody, guess I was unlucky today. I broke my arm hahahahaha." I said to the camera with a hearty laugh.
"Are you okay Marc? Does it hurt somewhere? Quickly get us down! He needs medical attention!" asked the co-pilot, panicking a little because of my 'little' show before telling the pilot to fly back to the airport promptly.
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This is Marc. One hell of a crazy young man that almost holds Hades' hands multiple times a year with excitement and determination. He's one fucking idiot with a very thick face that dares to call himself unlucky when he just broke an arm and could have lost his life if he truly got unlucky.
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(A/N: Hope this gave a little view of MC's personality. He's NOT a perfect MC, and he will do many stupid things in the future.)
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