Prologue
"Heaven Forbid"
Okay all, this is my first fanfiction on this site. It is also my first fanfiction for Lord of the Flies. My character, Avi Rinaldi, is a parallel to me. The character of Avi is seriously me- I'm putting myself in the position of the character. So, if you guys think she's (I'm) a Mary-Sue… Well, I don't know what to say about that…
Anyways, I hope you like it. This is the prologue.
Media used: "Heaven Forbid" by The Fray
Disclaimer:
I own nothing pertaining to Lord of the Flies. All of those things belong to the wonderful William Golding, my literary idol. My character, Avi Rinaldi, belongs to me. Seriously- Avi is me, just put into the Lord of the Flies universe... So if you call her (me) a Mary-Sue, then, well, I don't know what to think... Anyways, the only thing we don't have in common is eye color.
The media I use per chapter is credited to the artist who created it.
'Twenty years, it's breakin' you down,
Now that you understand, there's no one around…
Take a breath, just take a seat,
You're falling apart, and tearing at the seams…'
Darkness enveloped the sky as the sun slipped beyond the horizon, finally gone from view. The slight sliver of a moon lit the charcoal atmosphere with a pale radiance and the thin clouds stretched across the horizon like slim-fitting spandex.
All was right.
The plane was set in the sky as if by invisible strings, gracefully sliding about the currents of air. It was like a miracle- flying.
It took your mind off of things, especially stress and all of the problems of the world.
At least that's what I thought.
Sighing as my head bobbed lightly with my music, I looked out the window. The clouds had grown to be more expansive, like gray mushrooms. The flight was peaceful, calm. Not a sound was heard but the one annoying man on the commercial flight who would dare to smack a fried Twinkie so late at night. I sighed as my iPod ran out of battery, The Fray's lyrics still running through my mind.
'Heaven forbid, you end up alone…
And don't know why.
Hold on tight, and wait for tomorrow…
You'll be all right.'
I yawned and closed my eyes, lightly drifting off into sleep. Flying over the ocean to New Zealand from California was a pain- the flight was so long, and if you crashed, you were all in the ocean. On flights like this, it seemed the ocean just sat there in wait, ready to gather you into its arms.
It was too dark to read. Not that I needed to- it would be about the fiftieth time I'd read Lord of the Flies, but needless to say, I was slightly obsessed with the book… I didn't feel like turning on the overhead light either, seeing as my younger sisters were sleeping so placidly beside me.
I smile lightly, pushing the hair from Laurel's drooping eyelids, laughing to myself about the drool that was about to drop on to her (and my) sister Anna. The two were draped over each other, peacefully, sleeping calmly like all six year olds should.
The atmosphere around the plane was different now- light glinted off of the clouds that were becoming more dense around the plane. It was like being lost in a patch of mist, like nobody knew you were there, nor could they find you.
It was like someone had given up hope and just stayed in their crowded, crazy mind forever.
'It's on your face, is it on your mind,
would you care to build a house of your own?
How much longer, how long can you wait-
It's like you wanted to go and give yourself away...'
I'd never felt so far from reality.
I wanted to watch the ocean under the plane- watch as the moon glinted off of the surface in a multitude of ripples... But it wasn't long until I fell asleep.
Waking up was not a pleasure- not to say the least. I was jolted awake by the turbulence of the plane passing through rougher looking clouds, probably an hour after I fell asleep. I'd never liked to wake up, but this was something else. People around had also awoken and begin mumbling about how bad they thought the service was... Typical grumps.
"Vee?" my sister Anna asked from two seats over, calling out for the nickname she held so close to. She peeked her head out from behind Laurel, slightly frightened by the sudden jerk of the plane.
"it's okay," I muse, smiling. I turn from her to the window, more turbulence making the plane swoop downwards. My stomach rose, bringing on a fresh wave of nausea.
Clouds had completely surrounded the plane this time. It was dark, the light of the moon greedily swallowed and absorbed by the dark tufts that lofted lazily around.
'Heaven forbid you end up alone, you don't know why...
Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright.
Heaven forbid you end up alone, you don't know why...
Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright!'
There was a flash if light and a deafening crack. The windows had frosted slightly, making it hard to see out. Inside was a buzz. People (especially the small children) on the plane had begun to panic. My sisters began quietly sniveling in their seats, looking behind them for our parents.
"Please remain calm," The gruff pilot's voice called out, "seeing as there is nothing to be afraid of. We are experiencing an unexpected storm. Please remain calm."
'It feels good...'
I sigh, taking a deep breath. The read had been illuminated by a light of it's own, sending people into a frenzy. "Fire!" they shouted, "we're on fire!"
'It feels good...'
I grit my teeth and kept my cool expression for my bawling sisters. Nobody was heeding the pilot's warning to 'Stay calm,' nor did they care. It was utter bedlam.
'It feels good...'
"I'm sorry, passengers, but our plane has been damaged by the storm. We'll have to water-land. Please be calm." the pilot says, as people prepared their life vests, pulling them from below the seat.
'It feels good...'
The pilot didn't even seem concerned.
I helped my sisters get into their life vests as I put mine on. The plane was swerving slightly, heading downward from the clouds to the water. The smell of smoke was impermeable.
'It feels good...'
It felt like forever before the plane finally even got close to the water. I was desperate to leave, the heat of the rear fire and all of the smoke making me want to yell out and cry like the little children around me. My parents had taken Laurel and Anna upon themselves as we braced for the impact of the water.
'Heaven forbid you end up alone, you don't know why...
Hold on tight wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright.
Heaven forbid you end up alone, you don't know why...
Hold on tight wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright...'
The plane hit the water with an unexpected impact and sound. Instead of the smack I had been imagining, it was a pull to the left as the wing had slightly dipped in. People began to crowd to the exits, and due to my mother's fear of not getting out in case of an emergency, we were close to the exit row. I was one of the first out, my parents and sisters following.
The water was colder than expected. The ocean was rough, choppy, and powerful. If I didn't have a life vest, I would have been drawn under. I waded silently in the water, a tear slipping down my cheek as I watched the back of the plane slip further into the water. The fire was golden, hungry... It swallowed the plane quickly.
Wind blew and I shivered. I felt as if my limbs were going to go numb. I watched vigilantly for my family, but they were nowhere in sight.
"Mom! Daddy!" I yelled out, swimming closer to the plane, which had begun to drift.
They were nowhere to be found.
"Laurel, Anna!" I tried again, choking back another round of tears. Laurel, floundering in the water, looked up at my voice.
"Vee!" she called as she swam towards me. Her life vest was precariously placed- it looked like it would slip off any moment.
And it did.
As she neared me, it slipped off, the current sending her under. "No!" I yelled as I, too, abandoned my life vest and went under. I could barely see my sister because of the dim fire-light, but I could tell she was going under, fast. I swam as hard as I could against the tide, barely reaching her hand before the full force of the current knocked me back.
I tumbled through the water painfully, closing my eyes. My chest began to feel tight as I couldn't breathe. I coughed, earning a lungful of chilly saltwater. I felt cold, as if I was drowning... And I was.
The light faded from my eyes as I finally broke the surface.
'Out of this one-
I don't know how to get you...
Out of this one,
I don't know how to get you out of this one,
I don't know how to get you out of this one,
I don't know how to get you out of this one...'
Okay, That's it for the prologue :). Rate and review! Thanks!