Runner – Part II

I’m very excited to reveal the next part of “Runner.” (Here’s a link to Runner – Part I if you haven’t read that yet.)

Read the post below, or you can download a PDF from the link here. (The PDF will contain Parts I and II.) Enjoy!

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Part II

I had heard of parkour before I met Evan. You’d have to live without the Internet to miss it. I had watched some YouTube videos, those really insane ones that dazzle you. David Belle stuff. If parkour was a religion, David Belle would be a demi-god.

I set a time to meet Evan. After classes on Wednesday, I walked to the college library. I spotted Evan standing outside the building. Another student was with him: a tall, muscled guy with facial hair. Evan saw me and waved me over.

“This is Deacon,” Evan said.

I shook hands with Deacon. He was easily 6’4 and over 200 pounds, and his arms were lean and sinewy. He had a thick, full beard like steel fiber.

“I had a good feeling about you,” Evan said. “You should understand before you continue: This isn’t a fraternity or a weekend parkour club. We need a higher level of commitment.”

“Who are you then?” I asked. “I looked online and found nothing about your group.”

Deacon spoke for the first time. His voice was rich, resonate.

“We’re a community of students. You already know we practice parkour — we believe it’s beneficial beyond its practicality. We use it to connect with our bodies and the physical world, similar to how Buddhist monks use meditation to transform their minds. It’s not an end, it’s a beginning.

“We call ourselves the Pathfinders for two reasons. First, the art of parkour is finding the fastest and most efficient path through a space. But in a larger sense, we are modeling a community structure that we believe will help America. Our country must evolve to survive, and we are part of that revolution.”

Evan produced a battered notebook.

“Okay, I’m going to ask a few questions. Tell the truth — Deacon is a human lie-detector.”

I looked at Deacon, and he shrugged and smiled.

Are you dating someone? No. Are you in a fraternity? No. Do you have a criminal record? No.

“If you could have a super power, what would it be?” Evan asked.

“ … Telekinesis.”

Evan took some notes then closed the notebook and looked at me.

“We’ll contact you,” he said. “It’s a crazy ride to the bottom of the rabbit hole. I hope you hang on.”

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