The Pinnacle Of Life

Before Alex Rockefeller could put any clothes on Phoebe Larsen, an overwhelming pressure descended upon the building.

A voice that sounded like rumbling thunder permeated the air. “Who did that? Who dared to kill the son of Colton Lawrence?!”

The voice sounded loud and angry.

It was almost as if a thunderstorm had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Never mind this building, at this point, even the surrounding streets could hear it clearly. All the tall apartment buildings shook and trembled.

By then, it was already late at night. Although many people were already asleep, they were rudely awakened by the noise.

If there was anyone who could sleep through all that, they could only be described as odd.

“What happened? What happened?”

“Is there an earthquake?”

bother putting on clothes? Your life is more important. Just wrap yourself

incomparably shocking

with clothes on and some with nothing. Everyone seemed frantic, scrambling away from the tall buildings as fast as possible to

voice could be heard in the sky

Crash! Crash! Crash!

windows on tall buildings. Shards of broken glass rained in

“It’s a person!”

god! There’s someone in the

too dramatic. Are we on a film set? But this is causing way too much noise. Why wasn’t our neighborhood informed? Many windows got

isn’t a film crew here at all! Even if there were, they wouldn’t do it in a place like this. Don’t you know that aerial scenes like this are all filmed using green

what is this?

it’s real. That is a real person. He doesn’t have any steel wires around

he was