Tempest Angel

As I was reading through my story I realized that I had a lot of grammatical errors and I didn't exactly like the way I portrayed Rin. So I'm rewriting everything since I made a promise to myself I would not delete Tempest Angel.

Chapter 1: Fear of Flying

Define the word acrophobia. For those of you without a dictionary at the moment, acrophobia is the fear of heights. If you happen to be a normal person, congratulations you lucky duckling. Having a fear of heights is generally common and it does not tip the scale between life and death. And since I'm not a normal person, I'm pretty sure when an asshole from a rival famiglia is firing at you inside of a plane that's at an altitude of around 35,000 feet, it may be relevant if you feel like you're dying when you're a meter off the ground.

I would like to pay special gratitude to my oh so dear parents. After all, because of the "vitamins" they gave me, I wouldn't have been on this cursed airplane in the first place. (But I have to admit, the swirling colors I saw before blacking out were actually really pretty.) All I wanted to do on this damn plane was freaking pee, and now I'm in a cargo load being cornered by two hitmen from a rival famiglia.

So what would a skilled mafiaso do when put in this situation? Haha. Haha. Haha... Well, the thing is I'm not exactly a skilled mafiaso... But I actually can make some killer omelets. (By the way, I can't really make anything. I'm not even allowed in a kitchen after the ramen incident. It's just nice knowing you have accomplished something in the face of death.) So let me rephrase this question so it better suits my situation. What would a supposed mafiaso do when put in this situation? Yeah since dodging bullets really isn't a forte of mine, why not scream like a banshee and run around a cargo load just narrowly avoiding being killed.

"The Vongola is nothing compared to the great Lucerto Famiglia. Surrender now child, or die." Oooo, because they said die it makes them all badass. Then again, they're the ones holding a gun and I lost my gun.

Yeah, the thing is I can't exactly run, or shoot a gun without ending up shooting myself, or use my feminine charms. I was basically screwed. "Mmmk, I guess we're done here then." I fumbled with a grappling hook trying my best not to look even more like the screw up I really was. If I was going to surrender, I at least wanted to have some dramatic exit. My dignity flew out the window a long time ago after falling into a crate when trying to fire a gun. Who knew that the recoil of a gun could be so powerful.

"WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" The rival mafiaso had confusion etched on their faces. Shame I didn't bring my camera to document this precious moment.

"Surrender then go back to my seat to ask the stewardess for some boba." Finally getting the cursed grappling hook to work, (Pssh, I so did not hit myself in the head with it a few times. Like whhhaaattt?!) I was just about to project myself to ceiling when one of them shot me. First, OWIIE THAT HURT! Second, HOW THE HELL COULD THEY SHOOT ME WHEN I JUST SURRENDERED? Third and final point, if you're gonna shoot me, at least wine and dine me first you uncultured swines. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Looks like the age of chivalry is dead after all.

Thanks so much for all the reviews, favs, and follows. You guys have no idea how much those mean to me. Without your support, I would have just deleted Tempest Angel at this point. So what do you guys think of this newly edited chapter? Love it or hate it? REVIEW please

-BW