Mark bounced upwards as he ran. He was gaining more height. He figured if he could get up higher, he might be able to catch the balloon from one of the buildings.
“Mark slow down!” Felix called after him.
“Almost there!” Mark shouted, as he bounced up onto the side of a building.
The feeling of being up so high was a bit frightening, but the achievement was thrilling. He was starting to enjoy the thrill of bouncing so high, even if all of the muscles in his body were starting to ache again. He howled with enjoyment as he leaped to the next building.
He kept the momentum going, bounding from building to building. It was difficult to grab onto the building’s surface, but it was easy to bounce off of them. He could easily bounce from place to place with ease, and without injury.
The joyous feeling wore off as he finally hit the basket. He was surprised that he made it. He had not expected to actually catch up to the balloon. It had been a long shot to hope for. Now he was caught hanging onto the side of the balloon’s basket.
“I should proooobably climb in,” he muttered to himself.
He looked down at the ground below. He was higher up than he had expected. It made him a bit woozy.
He caught a glimpse of Felix trying to catch up. He was shouting something, but Mark could no longer hear his words. They were caught in the air and hung without ears to take them.
“Come on, Pewdie!” he called below.
He turned his attention to the basket, pulling himself up. As he clambered over the basket’s edge, a chill shivered its way up his spine. His eyes rose to the face of a mannequin, something plain and white, but as creepy as any life sized doll he had ever seen. Perhaps it was the dead black eyes that stared back at him. Or perhaps it was just the matter of it being a mannequin that creeped him out the most. Whatever it was, it caused him to freeze in place. He had to force his body to work for him again, clambering all the way inside.
He forced himself to keep his focus off of the mannequin. He still felt that eerie chill of his hackles being uplifted though. He could not get it fully off of his mind.
But, his attention turned back to Felix and he knew he had to slow the balloon down. He had to lower it if he could. He started studying the balloon’s mechanics, finding a few mechanics that did not look normal.
The only thing that looked familiar to him was the fire heating the balloon’s air. He was not sure what the rope or the two levers did. He needed to figure out what would quell the fire so that the balloon would move down.
“Mark! Mark!” Felix called to him.
“Hang on, Felix!” Mark bit his lip as he put a hand on each lever.
“Mark look out!” Felix called.
“I said, hang on!” Mark roared.
“But, Mark! The balloon!” Felix called to him.
Mark looked up to see a building looming nearer and nearer. Nothing was slowing the balloon down or causing it to go off to any other coarse. It would soon collide into the building.
“FUCK!” Mark exclaimed, as he pulled one of the levers in frightened reaction.
The entire part fell off its bracer. It hit the basket and the fire started burning a hole into the basket. Mark hopped out of the way before it could burn his feet.
“No! No no no no!” he exclaimed, as he reached down to move the fire off the basket.
He stood the mechanical pieces upright, so that the fire was no longer touching the basket. He successfully saved the basket from being deteriorated, but immediately burned his hands. He screamed with pain, as he dropped it.
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