Fear of Fallling

[Nox]

To say Nox was afraid of flying was probably an understatement. He'd never worried about it before, not that he'd flown much before his trip to Moscow, but now. Now he was terrified of flying. Well not the flying, but the falling and plummeting to his death, that made him terrified.

People say oh it's safer to fly than drive a car. That is until you are in a plane accident and you crash and burn. Crashing might have been easier than watching the ground get closer, and you falling faster.

It was a memory he wished he hadn't remembered. He knew it was his fault now. But he didn't like the memory of falling, plummeting to his death, or almost anyway. He probably only survived because of his own ability, the one that had crashed the plane to begin with.

He had been anxious for three days. Three days of hell. Aria had helped calm him down, she'd kept his mind occupied, but now, while they waited for Lucas, there was nothing to do but pace. Aria tried to keep him calm, tried to make light of the situation, and for that he was thankful. But he truly wished this day was over with.

Where the hell was Lucas? Nox glanced at his wallet, it was no where near time for them to go. He needed to do something, something other than worry. Nox got up from his lazy cat position on the bar stool and walked past the living room into the dojo then into the gym proper. He could at least punch things until Lucas arrived.

So that's what he set his mind to, beating up the little punching ball that he'd rigged to one of the steel beams in the warehouse. He wasn't a boxer, he wasn't much at hand to hand, at least he hadn't until he met Aria, now, now he was getting good at it. He probably still couldn't beat Bas, but he didn't have to beat Bas in the ring to know he had a leg up on his friend. The power was a useful tool, he'd never use it against someone unless his life depended upon it. At least while not on the job. He had his principles to stick to, and he would. He would not make every godling into what the Atharim feared, he wasn't a power hungry man. Sure he enjoyed the power it gave him, but who wouldn't. 'With great power comes great responsibility.' Spoken by no greater man than the man who had raised Spiderman. Nox didn't figure himself a hero, but he would live by the principle.

Now he waited for Lucas to arrive and the dreaded plane ride to Siberia - where he hoped to chase monsters and maybe a few snow bunnies too. That was well worth looking forward to. Until then he'd hit the punching bag and keep his mind occupied.