Cody tries to ignore his beating-too-fast heart. He tries to ignore his shaky knees and his trembling hands, he needs all his concentration to steer the ship right now.
"Cody! The Morbot!" The young, energetic voice of his best friend sounds shaky and Cody looks back. He wishes he hadn't. A great figure of darkened metal, the Morbot, was crawling its way towards the front of the airship.
"ZZZDisposeeeZZZ" The computerized voice quakes to life and Cody flinches. The blimp veers off course and Cody struggles to right it to the sound of his big sister's voice. Making sure to hold the wheel upright, Cody glances another look back. the Morbot is really close now, but if he lets go of the wheel the blimp would crash and people would get hurt. Cody doesn't want that to happen.
"ZZZDisposeeeZZZ"
There isn't much time; the shaking ship might be a deterrent but the Morbot is very determined. Cody needs something to hold the wheel in place while he gets out of the way…
"ZZZDisposeeeZZZ"
There! A metal walking cane had fallen from one of the overhead compartments! Cody grabs it and jams it through the wheel spokes, angling it so as to become trapped in the metal.
"ZZZDisposeeeZZZ"
Cody turns to run but fees a heavy hand grip around his torso and lift him into the air. A crushing force drives the breath from his lungs in a painful crack and Cody lets out a soundless scream.
"Cody!" Frankie screams. Cody forces his eyes open (When did he close them?) to see the blurry image of his best friend staring up at him in fear. Blood dribbles from his mouth as he struggles to get some air in. Something snaps in his shoulder and Cody gasps with what little air he'd been able to painfully drawback in. The world seems to spin and shake when a loud noise rends the air in two. Cody blinks and suddenly realizes that he's not in the Morbot's hand anymore. Now he is lying outside the grounded blimp, among the broken glass and debris. His back feels strange, bent at an odd angle, while his right shoulder is actually behind him; bent and twisted in a way that even he knows is bad (and if he knew it, it was really, really bad). The pain isn't as bad as it was though, and even if he can't breathe he does feel a bit better (are the dark spots in his vision getting worse?).
He can hear shouting and the ground trembles from large feet.
The Morbot's fearsome visage looms in front of him and he know he needs to run. He reaches with his trembling and aching left hand (his good hand now) to try to pull himself up. The pain comes back, and he stops. There's a piece of metal sticking through his stomach and it doesn't want to move. The shard is covered in something red that vaguely looks like the diagrams of intestines from his science textbook.
Cody wonders if he would have been able to run anyway, he wants oxygen so bad right now it hurts. The Morbot reaches down to grab him and he turns his head away. He doesn't want to look anymore.
The ground trembles again and suddenly there's sunlight shining down on him again. Cody blinks (and since when did it take so long to blink) and turns his head back in time to see Chase appear. Chase is in his vehicle mode and Cody wants to smile when his dad gets out. He doesn't though (the black spots have gotten bigger, it's harder to focus).
"Cody!" His dad shouts. Or at least he thinks Dad shouts, he can't really be sure though. At that point the black spots get too big and loud and everything fades away. (Am I dying? I don't want to die yet…not yet...not… yet...)
So... this is my lame attempt at both tragedy, and that weird current tense thing that I've been seeing others do recently. its also because I want to write something without the time to actually write something big. And the final probable reason would be my little brother who WILL NOT stop watching the same episode over and over and over again. Enjoy... and tell me how I did with that new writing style/tense thing
Edited as of 11/11/2017