The plane swerved again, causing him to scream. They were falling fast. Smoke and flames flew faster in the cold night wind. Scott Summers watched as the ground fell closer into view. "Daddy!" he cried as his father caught him from tripping over the edge.
"You need to go now," his father said sternly. He was acting strong for them but Scott could see how scared his father was, even if he dared not show it. He'd always admired his father's bravery. He'd miss that.
"I love you, Alexander," his mother said to his little brother. She was in tears, she knew that she wouldn't make it. Her children would have to fend without her, by themselves. She wouldn't be there for them anymore.
Scott would take care of his brother, he stood up straight and tall, showing his father he was brave and showing his mother he'd be okay and he's promise that Alex would be too.
His father strapped his parachute on as quickly as possible. The boys dared not look down but did anyways. Scott felt his heart beat faster as the ground came in closer.
Scott grabbed his brothers hand as they looked down. All of a sudden Scott froze, it was so far down. Him and his brother ran back to their parents to hug them one last time.
Scott refused to forget this moment. He held on to his father tightly, he tried to remember everything about this moment. How his father smelt of steak and the scented candles his mother put around the bedroom. How his father's arms felt holding him for the very last time. How his father's heart was beating faster than his own. How his father had a tear running down his cheek that only Scott saw. That was the only time he'd ever seen his father cry.
"I'm sorry, Scotty," he whispered so quietly Scott was unsure he'd even said a word. His father said something else but the thunderstorm outside drained the sound.
"Chris," his mother said quietly putting her hand on her husbands shoulder, she was gripping tightly.
"We love you so much," his mother sobbed as she backed away from the open plane door.
Scott took his little brother's hand again, he was trembling, they both were. It was cold, wet and dark outside. But the plane was falling fast and they had to jump before it was too late.
"Scott, I can't! I'm too scared!" Alex screamed, tears streaming down his face.
Scott gave his baby brother a quick hug. "We'll do it together, Alex," he told him and tightened his grip in his hand. They weren't going to die, thy couldn't. Of course he was scared, he was petrified beyond belief, but they had to jump. They had to jump now. "Hold on!" he told his brother.
With that the two young boys jumped from the plane, they fell quickly to the ground. Their parents worried faces fading behind them. Scott and Alex pulled their parachutes but they were too early.
"Scott!" Alex yelled noticing the parachutes had caught flame and were beginning to burn away.
The two boys were falling to the ground at top speed. The harsh wind blowing them further from each other. Scott was terrified, they were crashing, suddenly something odd happened and all he saw was red. They'd slowed down a little, he'd slowed them down by doing something with the ground. And his eyes.
Scott leaned over trying to reach his younger brother. He put out his hand, so did Alex. The two stretched, trying to grab each others hand.
Scott's arm hurt from reaching, but he was so close. He had to get to his brother, they couldn't part. He'd made a silent promise to his mother. Scott looked up, the plane was long gone. Alex grunted, his face red from attempting to reach far enough with his small arms. Scott reached back harder until their fingers finally touched.
And then they hit the ground. Hard.