An Unforgettable plane journey
Something flashed through the air, a darting flame of silvery gold. She fell in the aisle with a sickening thud, a sound that, I knew I would never forget. She had saved everyone, the air hostess, Donna. And now she herself was gone. Dead. The same as I would be if I stayed where I was. I trudged on, smearing blood all over, slowly, creeping across the luxuriously furnished first-class section…not anymore though, the once regal white and gold seats, were now marred by a sickening red. As I plodded down further, I saw him. The sight of his limp, lifeless form was enough to have me clutching my stomach, trying with every bit of my will to not throw up. That would not do. I still didn’t know if they were gone, but if they heard me….No! I shook my head. I had to stay quiet. I had to find Nimrat. That one thought strengthened my resolve and I ploughed on, as quiet as a 14-year-old teenager with two left feet could possibly be. “WHO’S THERE?” not quiet enough apparently. The voice sounded eerily familiar. I cursed under my breath. I had to think fast. Where could I possibly hide? “STOP RIGHT THERE!” I had barely any time to whip my head back before I hit the ground. That was it. I thought. This is how I die. What a pathetic life I had lived, always to please everyone, always striving for approval from others, stupid fights with Jane, I hadn’t even told Noel I liked him. Wow. These were the thoughts I had before my death. How. utterly. Deplorable. “Stand still, or I swear to god I’ll shoot a hole in your head the size of Pasadena!” She growled.
A searing pain went through where the pistol was pressed against my temples. I cried out in pain. She pulled my hair. “Shut up!” She led me down the aisle. It had been 4 hours since we landed, and 4 hours since the pilot announced we had an unexpected stop to make. The “Pilot” who was now leading me down the aisle to- I didn’t even know where. That was when I heard the gunshots, the sound ripping through the silence, heavy as lead. Donna had made sure everyone got out, Nimrat and I helped and then she was shot, the blood soaking through and drenching her shock of red hair. Nimrat! I still hadn’t found her. “Yes, I’ve got the girl,” The pilot said
“You think they’ll give us the 2 mil?”
“They have to, she’s the only one left on the plane, since you failed to keep the rest of them. And if they don’t…” The voice on the other side of the phone trailed off threateningly.
“Y-Yes” her voice cracked, just a hint of fear in it, and her grip on my collar briefly loosened. That’s all it took. I skirted towards the open jet bridge and heard her scream in frustration. I ran. That’s all I did. I ran like the wind. I ran till I reached through the door and burst out into the conditioned airport air. I ignored everything, and everyone and ran out of the doors, officers running behind me. Choking on sand and tears I darted past row upon row of cars as dust sheeted off their windshields and came to a stop. That was the last thing I remembered before passing out. But I knew this journey was one I would never forget.
all events in this story are purely fictitious and meant for entertainment, written off the prompt- “I knew this journey was one I would never forget"
