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Green filled the crater at an alarming pace. Each dollar, hundreds, twenties, ones, floating down from above, floating like kites, swirling like leaves being blown by some invisible force of wind. The rocks on the bottom hadn't seen light, ever. They were jagged from the explosion and ready to catch the green as it fell and piled.

Amazingly, there were few bodies in this catastrophe. Two security guards, dead of course were pierced on the sharp pillars of below. Other than that, no other casualties, but there should be one more coming along soon.

"MIKE!" Masked boy yelled down at his hanging companion. He was gripping hands with him, pulling skin, and breaking skin. He was putting everything to stop the other from falling to certain death and becoming the Earth, only to leave it. Spiritually, of course.

The boy hanging was thin, sickly looking. He had flip flopped green hair, the parting in the middle making one side spike, the other flat. He was a young adult, one who made bad decisions, obviously seen by the piercings on his nose, under his lip, on the eyebrows, and the gauges in his ears. Not to mention the facial tattoo under his eye, a simple line curving up. Kids will be kids.

The boy above was wearing a mask, making him look much like a raccoon. The little superhero outfit didn't help his image. Blue fabric, tight on his skin with a large logo on the front that read 'MP' was straining along with his muscles. The blue of the uniform matched his hair. Luckily, the boy he was clutching to did not have ridiculous attire; a sweater over a dress shirt. Classy, yet hip.

"Mike, Mike! Listen! You'll be alright. Don't let go. Just don't let go." Raccoon boy begged, fingers getting sweaty, such as they do.

The boy considered Mike just shook his head, lips beginning to quiver, but then stopping. He was crying of course, because he knew. They both knew. "I'm slipping." He looked up with a sad smile. "Conner, I'm slipping." Taking in lip, he took in air, only to blubber out a sad and soft, "I'm sorry." He glanced up, seeing the look of pure horror in the blue eyes above, his own boring brown mucking with tears and glazed with fate, preparing themselves for death.

Conner too was over swelled with emotion, tears falling quietly from his eyes and landing on the fingers of the two, making it harder to hold on. "No. NO. Mike! Whatever yo-"

Mike was falling at fast pace, his body flailing stupidly, hitting cash as he went. The dollars which were floating down so slowly, like snowflakes, were being swatted and disrupted. The green haired male couldn't control his body, his yell, or his crash to the rocks below.

Conner stared stupidly at the air where his friend had been. It was all his fault, this was all his fault. If only he had protected his friend, didn't take him along, didn't get him involved with this life style. Sniffling, he wiped off the extra snot onto the sleeve of his tight fitting outfit. Now, there was only one thing left to do, make the climb down. See if Mike could be breathing, seeing if a miracle happened. Silently, Conner prayed.

Description
Introduction

Green filled the crater at an alarming pace. Each dollar, hundreds, twenties, ones, floating down from above, floating like kites, swirling like leaves being blown by some invisible force of wind. The rocks on the bottom hadn't seen light, ever. They were jagged from the explosion and ready to catch the green as it fell and piled.

Amazingly, there were few bodies in this catastrophe. Two security guards, dead of course were pierced on the sharp pillars of below. Other than that, no other casualties, but there should be one more coming along soon.

"MIKE!" Masked boy yelled down at his hanging companion. He was gripping hands with him, pulling skin, and breaking skin. He was putting everything to stop the other from falling to certain death and becoming the Earth, only to leave it. Spiritually, of course.

The boy hanging was thin, sickly looking. He had flip flopped green hair, the parting in the middle making one side spike, the other flat. He was a young adult, one who made bad decisions, obviously seen by the piercings on his nose, under his lip, on the eyebrows, and the gauges in his ears. Not to mention the facial tattoo under his eye, a simple line curving up. Kids will be kids.

The boy above was wearing a mask, making him look much like a raccoon. The little superhero outfit didn't help his image. Blue fabric, tight on his skin with a large logo on the front that read 'MP' was straining along with his muscles. The blue of the uniform matched his hair. Luckily, the boy he was clutching to did not have ridiculous attire; a sweater over a dress shirt. Classy, yet hip.

"Mike, Mike! Listen! You'll be alright. Don't let go. Just don't let go." Raccoon boy begged, fingers getting sweaty, such as they do.

The boy considered Mike just shook his head, lips beginning to quiver, but then stopping. He was crying of course, because he knew. They both knew. "I'm slipping." He looked up with a sad smile. "Conner, I'm slipping." Taking in lip, he took in air, only to blubber out a sad and soft, "I'm sorry." He glanced up, seeing the look of pure horror in the blue eyes above, his own boring brown mucking with tears and glazed with fate, preparing themselves for death.

Conner too was over swelled with emotion, tears falling quietly from his eyes and landing on the fingers of the two, making it harder to hold on. "No. NO. Mike! Whatever yo-"

Mike was falling at fast pace, his body flailing stupidly, hitting cash as he went. The dollars which were floating down so slowly, like snowflakes, were being swatted and disrupted. The green haired male couldn't control his body, his yell, or his crash to the rocks below.

Conner stared stupidly at the air where his friend had been. It was all his fault, this was all his fault. If only he had protected his friend, didn't take him along, didn't get him involved with this life style. Sniffling, he wiped off the extra snot onto the sleeve of his tight fitting outfit. Now, there was only one thing left to do, make the climb down. See if Mike could be breathing, seeing if a miracle happened. Silently, Conner prayed.