Hunter's POV
It hurts. It's painful. Why won't it end? Please just let me die. It's dark everywhere and it is cold and I'm all alone. I'm scared and I just want to die.
It is not your time, child.
"Who said that? What do you mean? I just want to die!"
Don't you understand my child. You ARE dead. But it is not your time. You must awaken now.
"No! Who are you? Tell me!" I started to feel lightheaded and i felt like I was being dragged by a rope away. "No! Let me stay." It was getting lighter and the air was free and light. "Noooooooooo!"
I gasped deeply. The smoke was everywhere and it was hard to see. The metallic walls were closed in and it was hard to move anywhere. I felt the toilet from behind me and the broken glass on the floor, cutting my legs. I don't remember how I passed out, but I knew that what I saw was no dream. Blood trickled down through my thick, long brown hair. Toilet paper and other bathroom items were around the floor of metallic box. The smell of smoke invaded my senses and I coughed violently. I had to get out quickly before I choked on the smoke.
I found the door easy. Thankfully, nothing leaked out from the toilet, so the floor was relatively clean. I smashed my shoulder into the gray door. The thing wouldn't move. Something must be blocking the other side. I can't get out! Panicking, I punched the door in cold fury. Surprisingly, it leaned open; creaking as it moved. I jumped through the opening and looked around. The door to the outside was already open. I hope Andrew got out. I ran down the aisle and jumped out the door.
So I was in a plane crash. How the hell does a plane break down. Where was I going to anyway? The entire plane, or what was left of it anyways, was a mingled maze of steaming metal. It still had the head, but everything else was destroyed. There was dead bodies everywhere and I fought the urge to vomit and looked away. It was a small plane otherwise there would have been more bodies. Luggage of the ex-passengers were sprinkled across the tall grassy field.
I had to sit down. This could not be happening. My mother had sent me here with my uncle, Andrew, to study at a Japanese high school. Andrew got a job here as an inventor for a new and rising technology factory here and my mom begged him to take me with him. Andrew used to live with us before he got the job. He and mom were really close and he became more like a father than an uncle to me. He and mom both work in business and were really good at it. She's a lawyer and he was an inventor. His specialty was technology and weaponry. I started to cry before I could stop myself. We were going to start a new life here. I studied Japanese culture and the language for a year now; planning to adapt quickly and easily. Now what will happen to us?
Suddenly, I heard a whimper and turned back to the wreckage. I see a girl, about 15 like me, and I ran to her without thinking. Her long bright blonde hair is caked with blood but she's still holding on to an arm of someone in the wreckage. The girl pulls as hard as she can but she isn't any closer to helping the person.
I joined her and, instead of pulling the arm, I lifted the wreckage. Thankfully, five long years of kick-boxing gave me a bit of muscle. I wasn't much of a lifter, so it was hard work. The arm reacted differently. Instead of crawling out, it went back inside the wreckage.
Panicking, I almost dropped the dented metal, but the girl stood next to me and lifted with me. Surprisingly, she's strong enough to lift the metal and it helped me move it about two or three more inches higher.
A girl a bit younger than us came out of the wreck dragging a pair of legs with her, but she was struggling.
"Go help her. I'll be fine with this." Nodding, the girl next to me dropped to her knees and began to drag the man out. I didn't get a good look at the man. The metal was becoming too heavy for me to keep up. Groaning, I let it drop and, with a heavy thud, I walked away from the metal.
Reeling with shock, I see Andrew laying on the ground in front of me. We must have rescued him from the wreck.
"Andrew! Wake up! Andrew, can you hear me? Andrew!" He's breathing but isn't responding.
"You know him?" The girl with long hair asked. She looked strong and she's wearing what seemed to be a short red dress and flats. She's a classy snob.
"Yes, he's my uncle. We were supposed to come here because he got a job in an Japanese office, but then this shit happens and, well, you know the rest. My name's Hunter Shadows and he's Andrew Shadows."
"Well, this cuts into your plan."
"Really I had no idea." Adding a eye roll for extra effect, I looked away from Andrew. "Anyway, you girls okay? No one hurt."
"No, I'm fine. By the way, my name's Alice McCrow."
"And I'm Alyssa Zipper." Alyssa had a short dirty blonde haircut that seemed to crown her head. She has one a tight black tee shirt and a leather yellow jacket,,fingerless black gloves and a yellow belt. "I would say that it's nice to meet you but, considering what just happened, I don't think it's appropriate. I wish we could have met under different condition."
"If we're doing introductions, I might as well join in." The three of us turned around and saw a short boy, not much older than us, wearing a blue beret-like hat and a blue collar shirt with a yellow tie. How did he sneak up on us? I didn't even hear him. "My name is Naoto Shirogane and I am a detective for the Inaba Police Force. I've already called ambulance and the fire department. Help is on the way. Is anyone else alive? "
I looked over at Andrew. "Besides us and Andrew, I can't find anyone else. I regained conscience in the bathroom, so I was alone. "
Alice piped up. "I was in first class and was knocked out at the first impact. I woke up and just found the door. I jumped out and saw an arm sticking out. I tried to pull it out, but I couldn't. Hunter came and lifted the plane and opened a passage. "
"When the plane started to go down, I was in the aisle and Andrew was standing up. When the first blast came, Andrew went flying and landed on top of me. Without him, I think I would have died. What are you doing here anyways?" Alyssa is right. What was Naoto doing here? The plane crashed just minutes ago. How did he get here so fast?
Naoto smoothly replied, "I don't live far from here and I was taking a walk to clear my mind. The plane crashed on the outermost fields of Inaba and that is where is take my walks. We're lucky; if you guys were going any faster, the plane would have landed in heavy populated areas resulting in more deaths. The police will be here soon. You will have to stay with me and you will be questioned." With the way he said all that, any questions I had about him being a detective were silenced. He had a sense of authority around him that made me uneasy. "Oh, and welcome to Inaba."
Fan-freaking-tastic