Chapter 1: New World
(Simon's P.O.V.)
"Ladies and gentleman, we will be experiencing some rough turbulence soon, so remain calm, and we will hit clear air again soon…"
I sat in my seat grumbling; I may have wanted to travel, but I would have preferred something around the lines of a boat. This was my first time flying, and I didn't like it one bit. We had been hitting turbulence for the past hour, and even I know that isn't normal.
Standing up and moving into the isle, I carefully opened the cargo hatch above my head, and grabbed my backpack. I was lucky since my seat was right here next to the isle, and there weren't as many people on this flight; maybe around thirty other passengers. As I sat back down, I looked in my backpack, but quickly shut it as the plane jerked down, and then up before being tossed to the sides.
When the tossing lessened, I quickly put my seatbelt back on, and gripped the armrest tightly with both hands, and my backpack strap under my seat. I looked to my right, out the window, and felt my bones get chilled. Outside, I saw two orbs glowing bright red, and flashing repeatedly. I leaned closer, and my heart leapt into my throat; the wing had been broken or cut, and two conduits were sparking with red flames. I pulled away and sat as far back as I could, "Oh shit…!"
It wasn't proper for my age to cuss at all, but I don't care really; the plane is damaged, and we are flying above water. A small weightless feeling over took my body as I felt a slight dip.
CRINNNCHH… BANG
Shooting my head back towards the window, I gasped as I saw a large portion of the wing missing. It was late in the day, three hours before sundown, but I could still see clearly; and this wasn't good. The plane shuddered as something affected it, and I gripped the armrests even tighter…
(Wolf's P.O.V.)
Tyler, Spot, and I were drifting lazily above the water as we sailed on the warm breezes coming off the sea. I had asked Tyler to come with me, but Spot still didn't like leaving my side, ever since my capture and sacrifice a month ago. Ezylryb, bless and curse his gizzard, had dubbed it as The Greater Sacrifice. "Hey Wolf, should we be heading back? Everyone else should be waking up around now."
I glanced up at the sky, and saw the sun was around thirty degrees away from the horizon. Glancing back at Tyler, I nodded and said, "Sure, I guess we sho-" I was cut off by a loud roaring screeching noise. While I looked around for the noise, a loud explosion sounded off above us, and when I looked up and saw a black smoke trailing something, it resembled something metallic… a plane!
(Simon's P.O.V.)
While the plane was shaking and rocking violently, all the lights flashed brightly before popping. The red emergency lights turned on and a loud noise sounded outside my window. I turned my head with great difficulty, and peered out the glass, and my blood ran even colder with fear; the engine was on fire and a dark billowing black smoke was gushing from the hole in the top of the wing.
What do I do! What can I do! There must be some way I can-
CREEENNNIICHH! *POPPING*… PEEW…
I heard a lady somewhere screaming, and someone else yelled, "GOD NO!"
Quickly I looked behind me, and saw what everyone else saw, and it wasn't a pretty sight. A window had cracked, and I was watching it slowly spider web some more, but the real problem was the tear in the planes hull. It was slowly spreading, and then the plane gave a mighty shudder as the glass exploded outwards.
A strange language seemed to echo in the cabin loudly, sort of like a prayer, but it ended when the plane tore in half, my end with the engines, and from what I know of planes, the cargo hold…
(Wolf's P.O.V.)
We had stopped flying now, but we were off the edge of the island, with a few other owls that had joined us. I looked over as Spot gently brushed up against me and asked, "What is it…?"
"It's a plane… humans use them to fly somewhere." I answered her. As I was about to look back at the plane, someone else said, "Is that normal… for it to become two pieces?"
"WHAT!" I yelled as I shot my head towards the sky. Indeed the plane had now ripped in two separate pieces. My throat tightened up, and I barely whispered, "We need to check for survivors…"
I turned around, and flew towards the King and queens hollow…
…
(Simon's P.O.V.)
Massive gusts of air, along with the chill and noise, knocked all senses from my body, and I started to lose all sense of orientation. My body was becoming numb, and the crashing plane did nothing to cause me alarm. I grasped my arm rests extremely hard as a jolt ran through the plane, and through my window, I saw trees being snapped along with dirt flying, and then I felt a dull blackness engulfing my mind. I slumped sideways in my seat as a tree pierced the roof of the plane, and impaled a few of the remaining passengers in my part of the plane…
*Five hours later*
Slowly, and carefully, I started to move around. I felt groggy and a dull pain was emitting from my waist, and when I looked down, the seat buckled was pressing roughly into my hip. I pulled my seatbelt clip, and was surprised when it broke off easily. Ok, where is my backpack…?
I grabbed a sack from near my feet, and was relieved to see it was my backpack indeed. I took a deep breath before I stood up. It wasn't near as hard as I suspected it to be, but it was still painful. I stumbled to the back of the plane, but stopped short when I almost fell down from the end of the severed half. I looked around, and saw a red glow surrounding the plane. I turned back around, and headed to the front of the pain, trying my best not to look at the bloody bodies or the smears of blood in some places as I walked. I stopped before the cockpit, and saw a small ax, along with a pistol and a case of bullets secured behind some glass.
"Ok… I guess I will just have to use my shoe for this…" I said to myself. I reached down, and slowly took off my shoe. When I stood back up, I put my hand in my shoe, and punched the glass as hard as I could, and ended up hitting the metal in the back of the case also. I pulled my hand out, and slipped my shoe back on as I clutched my now aching hand. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, and reached in and first grabbed the pistol case, and slid it into one of my cargo shorts' pockets, and grabbed the pistol. I ejected the magazine, and saw it was armed, so I slid it back in, and cocked the clip, turning it into a lethal weapon. I grabbed the ax with my other hand, and hefted it onto my shoulder. I backed away from it, and tripped over something on the floor, and landed hard on my butt.
"Ow… what the…?" I looked at a small part of the carpet that was missing, and saw a metal latch open on the ground. I reached forward, and opened it up, and almost yelled in joy; I had always been a gun nut, but I saw a spaz shotgun, I felt my heart do a flip, and I noticed a holster for the pistol. I was grinning the entire time as I put the pistol in the holster, and found a few boxes of shotgun cartridges along the bottom of the compartment. I slid them into my other pocket, and cocked the shotgun.
I walked over the door near the side of the plane, and saw a flashing red button next to the entrance. I read it, and it said, 'use in case of emergency only!' I smiled as I pressed the button, and watched as the door flew off, and a giant yellow slide slid out from under the door frame. Jumping out of the plane, I slid down the slide. Once I reached the ground, I started to walk around the plane, looking for anything I could scavenge…
A.N.: what did you think of all that? Hopefully I didn't just jinx myself for my summer flight… which will be over 8,000 miles… what a flight!
Disclaimer: LOTG belongs to Kathryn Lasky, and whoever else that made the movie variant.
