When Lucian came to a crashing stop on the roof, he was exhausted in ever sense of the word. His body, mind, very soul wanted to sleep. Hie whole body felt like it weighted a thousand pounds and he didn't even have enough strength to even lift his arm. The world around him soun slowly as if he was stuck in a whirlpool, being pulled deeper and deeper into the abyss. He didn't even have the willpower to keep his head above the water as it lapped at his head. He closed his eyes and began to sink, deeper and deeper into the abyss.

Lucian dreamed that he was flying through the clouds, not a care in the world. There were no buildings, no people, nothing but the calmn forest and rivers below him and blue sky above. His body didn't hurt and he wasn't worried about being caught by the people who had them before. He was finally free from all the worry. a smile was across his face as his eyes closed against the wind when suddenly he heard a loud crash of thunder off in the distance. 

He opened his eyes, the sky suddenly too dark to tell what color it was originally. He slowly brought his flight to an end, hovering in mid air as he looked around, another crash of thunder rumbling him down to his bones. He looked up at the sky, just as a lightening bolt struck him square in the chest. 

Lucian slowly opened his eyes. His body was still very weak and he still felt like he was made out of stone. He slowly reached up to the gunshot wound in his chest and felt there. It still wasn't full healed but it wasn't a hole in his chest anymore. He let him arm drop back on the roof. He was alive, somehow.