Hi I am Xela! I have been inspired by a user whose name I can't recall, but he is the only one who made a Mirror's edge MLP X over, and I was really inspired. But it seems like he abandoned the story wich is a shame. But I will make a new one and I will hopefully end it. And well, I suck at grammar so if you find misstakes please don't flame, just tell me in the comments. I try my best and I am from Sweden so I have a hard time with grammar…If you played the game "Mirrors Edge" you will remember some names and places but if you didn't play the game, they are not important and you won't miss anything. 3 Xela .

Vic was lying in the couch in the runner headquarters, the wind was casting a weak breeze on his cheek. Kreig who had replaced Merc was sitting at the computer looking for clients.
Kate, the legend faith's sister, was dead since a year back. She where killed by a rioting sniper. The riots had started again and the city that once was beautiful, was killing itself. The only comfort that Vic was feeling was because of the fact that The project ICARUS had died with Jacknife. The runners was free once again, but yet something was missing in Vic's life. Someone to talk with maybe. He wasn't sure. But he had to be alone. No one trusted no one. Ever since Celeste betrayed Faith he didn't trust anyone. All he wished for was that in heaven there will be friendship.

~20 minutes later~

The comms unit was buzzing a little bit before it came to life and he heard Kreig's voice.
"Vic?"
Vic was looking out in the horizon, where the sun was just rising, showing that there was yet another day of work. he was standing on the roof of a 25 story building, surrounded by white buildings, some reached up to the clouds. The houses was built so close to each other that there was only a two meter gap between some of the buildings.
"yeah I'm here" He replied to Kreig, while he started to do a light jog towards a sign that screamed out: "Vote for Calaghan."

"Your clients name is Hanry Anderson and he lives close to the shard. The adress is Puzzle street house number 13 apartment 13. You are going to leave the bag in a nearby vent, I'll direct you when you get closer."
Vic jerked a little bit with his head when Kraig mentioned the street, remembering when he saved his brother from a blue during one of the biggest riots.
he changed his jogging direction towards the mentioned building wich was visible in a distance, and accalerated into a light sprint.
when his momentum was built up he reached the end of the house. he aimed towards a house that was a little lower. He had to jump about 2 meters to cross safely. "piece of cake." he said aloud to himself. He ran to the end of the building, where he leaped into the air.
his hair was blown back by the wind soaring towards his face as he flew through the air. It was a bit high, so just to be sure that he didn't break his leg he made a safety roll when he landed. He landed with one leg a little further out than the other, then put his underarm to the ground, taking the momentum and weight into a roll over his shoulder and then standing up. He started sprinting again, with all his power this time, towards the building that stood a little taller than the rest. Leaping over fences, jumping gaps between houses and wallrunning across longer gaps.

He slowed down and dropped down to a small concrete balcony a few feet below him. He looked at his destination building. A beautiful glass tower reaching all the way up to the clouds. It looked a lot like The Shard.

"if you go through the stairs behind the door to the left of you, you will find a staircase leading right where you want to go…"
The sound of her comms unit coming to life again scared him and he jumped a little bit.
"Kreig! You bastard, don't scare me like that!" He scolded laughing lightly.
He looked to his left and indeed there was a door there. He dashed towards it and tackled it open with his left shoulder.
"there is something called a doorknob you know." Kreig said, teasing Vic. Kreig knew that Vic liked to destroy things and that he preferred to tackle it open.
Vic gave a small chuckle and continued down the stairs that was behind the door.

After going down two staircases he saw the vent he was heading for. It was a hole in the wall, maybe 1x1 meters in size and it was quite high above the ground. he backed up to get space between the wall and him, and when he met the wall behind him he sprinted towards the wall. He jumped and started wall climbing. His shoes finding the grip he needed and giving him a push up, he reached out with his left arm, grabbing the edge. He quickly lifted his right hand and grabbed the vent and then proceeded to climb up. Lifting his leg up and putting his knee in the vent, he got up and started walking through the vent. he was crouching because he did not want to hit his head in the top of the vent, and when he got a bit further in the vent he put down the bag leaning to the side of the vent. he then started walking back. But as he took his third step he heard a crack as the vent broke below his weight. He got shocked and didn't have time to react before He hit the ground with a loud BANG.

The sound from metal hitting the ground below him deafened him and left a ringing sound in his ears. He felt something warm running down his cheek. It was blood. He had hit the side of his head in the fall and as he lifted his hand to feel to wound he took out his comms unit. It was broken into small pieces and some of the shards from the metal components had left him with small metal razorblade sharp shrapnel in his left ear. He slowly crawled out of the wrecked vent. he looked up and noticed that he fell 3 meters down to the floor below. Dust from the vent was laying heavy in the air as he stood up, just to fall down to the ground again. he slowly started to hear things again and soon he could hear heavy footsteps coming towards him in a rapid pace, probably from armoured blues. He looked around him to see if there was somewhere to hide. There was a big garbage bin in the corner of the room he had fallen down into.

The walls were forest green and the room was full with future looking furniture. There was a brewing stand on a table that was in the middle of the room, and he guessed it was a chemistry. It didn't matter how disgusted he was of the idea to hide in the garbage. he had to hide there. he quickly got to his feet, feeling the nausea taking over his body. he didn't care and hurried to hide in the garbage bin. It was pretty big and probably made to hold cardboard. he threw the lid open and threw himself in. The footsteps suddenly stopped and Vic heard voices talk. Vic could here the blues searching for him and he held his breath in the dark garbages. Suddenly the lid flew open and a gun pointed in and aimed for his head. His body shut off and all he did was saying;
"Fuck….."

The loud cracking sound of a gun echoed in his ears as he felt himself begin to fall.

He didn't expect to start falling. He looked up and saw the lid close above him as he fell down. And after a 4 meter fall he landed heavily on his back on the ground…. In… "grass?" he whispered. he hadn't seen grass in years, but yet here it was! he slowly sat up and looked around. It was warm and nice outside, and he could feel a warm breeze flowing through his black hair. It made the grass sway peacefully. He was located in a forest and it seemed to be in the middle of the day even though it was morning just minutes ago. He was shocked to suddenly be outside, because he did hide in a garbage bin… right? he looked up into the blue sky and saw a small box slowly disappearing. It didn't fly up in the air, it just vaporized into thin air! He saw it getting smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared. Suddenly it hit him. That was his way out that just disappeared! Now he started to panic. he quickly stood up. Too quickly… nausea took over and he collapsed to the ground.
"well. I'm not chased for at least." he thought before passing out in the soft grass. The last thing he felt was the heavenly smell of grass and forest.

Yay! I finished the first chapter in this story. As always, Read and please review!

Please put out errors in the comments! Bye!

/Love Xela

Ps: Runners work is to deal out information and news in a heavily monitored city where all letters get inspected by government. The runners deal out this messages by traveling by foot while performing parkour to navigate easily without being spotted. Runners call the Police forces "Blues".