Wayne had been preparing for weeks at the long jump behind the local high school, jumping farther and farther everyday. Soon it was second nature to sprint somewhat erratically before launching himself through the air and landing in the safety sand some five or six feet away. He never landed on his feet, but he didn't give a shit he was a hero and he would be god damned if a sore ass would stop him from bounding between roof tops like a boss.
The next day The Manbat went to the shifty, dirty warehouse he called his training ground and climbed to the roof. He was determined to jump from the top of it to the adjacent building. He had measured the distance, seven feet, nearly a foot longer than his best jump. But, this roof was taller than the other building by at least ten inches so he figured he would clear it easily. Wayne stuffed himself inside the Manbat suit and readied himself for the jump. He noticed the pants were constrictive but fuck it, he would run faster and jump harder, those damn perps wouldn't get away by roof top while he was on the case.
Bruzinski ran back and forth on the roof getting a feel for his speed before his great leap to the other structure. "Alright, no more horsing around, time to cowboy up!" He said aloud and he returned to the far side of the building. Wayne took off at a dead sprint, moving closer and closer to the ledge. As he approached he lifted a foot to vault from the lip but the restrictive vinyl pants stopped him short. His shin slammed painfully on the wall and it flipped him straight down in the alley, pitching face first into the wall, scrapping his face as he fell. He landed between a dumpster and the building splitting his head open and killing him almost instantly.
Wayne's body was not found for a month when a homeless man had wondered by and took a piss behind the dumpsters, rubbing salt in the glaring wound of Wayne Bruzinski's idiotic death.
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