| | A thought hit me mid-air as the plane shifted awkwardly down and to the
right: I couldn't die. I was already dead, so the crash wouldn't kill
Fairly or me so even with all of the people screaming, alarms going off
and oxygen masks dangling like ugly fingers from the roof, I found a
piece of calm.
Fairly latched herself on to the side of an empty seat while I was
still bouncing around and trying to gain my footing. Another immediate
bump of the plane had me in the air again, my eyes now seeing the
hyperventilating Mark and his daughter. I couldn't believe what I was
seeing.
Lacey was still asleep, headphones secured against her long, dirty
blonde hair. Even when the plane dipped down she merely adjusted her
sleeping position, eyes frowning up upon being disturbed from her
dream. Teenagers.
The reality hit me then. Fairly and I would live, but the two people we just met weren't going to. What a great time to stop believing in coincidence
I thought, finally grabbing the back of a seat over another man who sat
in first class, pulling myself back to be next to Mark.
"I'm not going to ask you if you're okay; you look like..." "Thank you,
Josh. Really, don't make dying this hard." Mark retorted, trying to
secure the oxygen mask around Lacey as she slept. "You're not going to
wake her?" I asked, watching him finally pull the strap tight over her
mouth. "Why wake her when she could die in her sleep." Mark said
solemnly, forcing back the emotions that seemed ready to rush forward.
His body ebbed a soft blue and yellow, and I knew exactly what was
going through his mind.
"Look, I know you're ready to just give up and meet your wife, but dying is not
that easy." I said, stopping myself to taste the irony. "Look," I
started, the people in the back now screaming loudly, some singing and
praying at the top of their lungs and others just wailing madly. I
started screaming the words out. "I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU TWO DIE,
OKAY?!" "WHAT?!" Mark answered, me just shaking my head as I climbed
back over to Fairly.
"WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?" I yelled over to her, watching a stewardess
slide up the aisle, skirt now flipped up by her chest. "I DON'T KNOW,
YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE LEADER!" she yelled back, eyes changing from
one emotion to another, making me unable to stare too long at her face.
"ME?! SINCE WHEN HAVE I BEEN THE LEADER?!" I protested, watching the
same lady try to climb back up the downward tilting plane. Turbulence
hit again, sending the front of the plane upward, the flight attendant
falling forward out of first class.
"YOU'VE BEEN THE LEADER! JUST
BECAUSE YOU CAN'T ACCEPT IT DOESN'T MEAN IT ISN'T TRUE! LOOK AT US!" she
yelled, making me take a second to understand what she meant.
I'd saved Fairly from just being another spirit waiting for the whole
"End of Days" and gave her a mission. Purpose. Even with just meeting
Mark I'd somehow found a connection and a plan for him as well. The
thought of having the fate of people in my hands put a fear in me so
deep that the calm that I had gained was now shattered. I've gotta save everyone.
With the new tilt of the plane I was forced to walk along the side of
the seats towards the cockpit, dodging the flailing arms of first class
patrons. Each seat felt shaky with the person on it tossing back and
forth, only worsening the new fear I had within. Once to the door, I
moved to pull it open, stopping my hand short when I noticed something
that made the press every panic button inside of me.
Black tendrils curled from all ends of the door, like a thick fog with
a presence more evil than anything I'd felt. Even looking at them gave
this feeling of depression within me, and I fought it as hard as I
could, moving back some. My head tilted back, seeing Fairly now next to
Mark and an awake Lacey. I could see the slight look of panic and
disbelief in her face as she looked at her father, and before I could
look away...
The door blasted open, sending me flying back in the aisle.
On my back, I scrambled up and saw what seemed to be the pilot, a tall
angular man in an all white suit with a hat on. His eyes were vacant,
pupils so small that the sight made me even more frightened. The evil
pulsing from this man was so great that I had to move myself away from
his advance, inching my way back between the seats. He was standing
completely straight on the tilted plane, body defying the laws of
gravity and I immediately understood what I was seeing.
I knew what I had to do.
"FAIRLY..." I yelled, her moving over to be by my side, eyes never
leaving the pilot as she spoke. "YES JOSH?" "MAKE SURE THEY MAKE IT TO
THE CEMETERY. I'LL MEET YOU THERE." I said, determinedly rising off of
the ground to my feet, arms stabilizing me. Taking one last look at the
group, I noticed Lacey had been looking at me, young eyes seemingly
full of something which I likened to a good feeling. Hope.
I concentrated, bringing every bit of energy I could into my arms when
the armor that I hadn't summoned before flashed brightly onto me. The
pilot, upon noticing my change, started to run after me, too late to
stop my entire transformation. "See you guys." I mumbled, jumping
forward with my right hand already cocked back, the captain unable to
jump back in time.
SMASH!
The blow connected to the man's forehead, sending the beastly evil out
of him through the floor of the plane. I fell through too, plummeting
deep through the sky, staring at my opponent with surety running
through my veins. I thought I was going to have to wait until hitting
the bottom of the ocean to start this fight.
Then again, when was I ever right?
(Next, Chapter Nineteen: Knight vs. Darc) |
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