By the way, I'd like to thank Shaz for grammar check. I really needed it.
Disclaimer; As you can see, this is a fanfiction website, it takes a real idiot to think that anyone here pretends to own the Thunderbirds or any other t.v. series that inspired the stories on this website so, don't, even think about suing. You wont' get anything anyway since I'm a broke university student. This story (but not the Thunderbirds, they're property of Carlton and they were created by Gerry Anderson) is one of the rare things I own.
Chapter one; Am I dreaming?
January 13th,
Cynthia's point of view.
It all begun on a school strike day. The government wanted to close our school because the number of school kids in our village was getting lower and lower every year. The teachers protested by closing the school. Leaving me with nothing to do for days on end. Aint that any school kid's dream come true?
The weather was beautiful outside for this January 13th, so, I've decided to go play in the old gravel pit, just minutes away from my parents place, in the woods. Then, the high, rocky sides were covered with snow and it sure was fun to slide on them. Well, for a ten year old. I had so much fun, entire days were passing by like seconds
It was about 4 p.m. I didn't have a watch but I can tell it was around supper time by the way that the sky looked. The sun was low, almost hidden by the trees and the sky was turning an orange-pink colour. Then lightning made the surrounding pines look black. Not dark green, just black. Man! That was beautiful. If I had to chose just one image to show the true beauty of the great, white north, the beautiful side of winter, I would choose that one.
It also meant that I had to leave if I wanted to get home before darkness.
It was very calm. Only the barks of dogs or wolves were breaking the silence and there was that slight smell of fire in the air. I was up the hill, getting set to slide one last time when I heard a noise I had never heard before. It became louder and louder, and louder. In the last seconds, I could barely stand it. The kind of sound that shakes you to your guts. I saw trees shaking only because of the noise. Then I saw an airplane pass right over my head. It was close enough to make me loose my balance and make me roll down the slide.
As I was falling, the plane crashed in trhe woods nearby
When I finally stopped falling, I was lying on my back and the first thing I saw was the orange sky and another plane. That one was different. It was more shaped like a grey rocket. It was certainly not a commercial aircraft. What the hell was that?
I almost tought it was one of those U.F.O.'s until I saw the letters on its side;
-T.( the "th" that French pronounce "t") TUN....DER...BIIIIIRD.. UN!
Thunderbird one, International Rescue! No one ever got away with a picture of the International Rescue aircrafts. We only knew two things about these; 1 They're among the most sophisticated aircrafts in the world, 2; they're called Thunderbirds.
Some were beginning to think that it didn't exist. That I.R. was just a hoax made up by the medias who needed something a little positive to put between the global warming and the war news in their newspapers and web pages. They thought that there was no one kind and brave enough to invest so much money in a project like that. That's not what I was thinking. I knew all over that good things can happen in this World.
Thunderbird one landed, a man got out of it and ran to the other plane. I also ran towards the plane to see what was going on. The guy in blue that got out of Thunderbird one helped two other men get out of the plane that crashed. None of the three of them ever noticed hat I was standing beside TB1. They were talking.
-"Scott." One of the pilots said to the guy in blue, "It's still not working, but why?"
-"I don't know any more than you do." Said the guy in blue. "Our engineer is working on the case. He already designed that eject able fuel tank. If it wasn't for that, we would be dealing with a major forest fire right now."
-"Well, not us, cause we would be dead right now. Look, sir, I don't know what you do at International Rescue but I'm not sure if the airlines can afford to lose anymore of these. They're about the priciest in the commercial flight industry."
After that, they started speaking some aviation mambo jumbo so I stopped listening. Instead, I looked at the formidable machine that is International Rescue's Thunderbird one. It was beautiful and impressive on the outside, what about the inside? I was curious, but scared. My gut feeling was telling me that it was not safe, but on the other hand I just wanted to get in. Would I dare get into famous Thunderbird 1?
Of course, I would! If I knew all the trouble that I was going to have because of that stupid decision (and I'm not talking about just being lectured by the guy that would find me there). I still would have done it.
I entered the machine. I sure was impressed, but I didn't touch anything. I don't know for how long I had been standing in front on the control panel when I heard a guy coming.
-"So, do I take you back to J.F.K.?" Shouted the I.R. guy, just outside.
I just had time to hide myself before the 3 guys got into the plane. The two pilots sat in the seat I was hiding behind. The guy they called Scott sat in the pilot's seat and started the plane. We were above the pale-blue snow, the houses ( including my house) and the trees in the sky that was already of a darker blue.
That's when I got a little more scared. I was flying away from my house, from my family, from everything I knew. I didn't knew where I was going.
That's how that crazy adventure started.
To be continued.
On the next chapter;
Cynthia is busted!
(Then I said; "We know you are there, get out or we'll have to shoot."
I hard a little girl's voice said;
- « Tirez pas, je vais sortir! ( dont' shoot, I'll get out!)"
There' something definitely wrong with Kyrano.
And what about these mysterious plane crashes?
Disclaimer; As you can see, this is a fanfiction website, it takes a real idiot to think that anyone here pretends to own the Thunderbirds or any other t.v. series that inspired the stories on this website so, don't, even think about suing. You wont' get anything anyway since I'm a broke university student. This story (but not the Thunderbirds, they're property of Carlton and they were created by Gerry Anderson) is one of the rare things I own.
Chapter one; Am I dreaming?
January 13th,
Cynthia's point of view.
It all begun on a school strike day. The government wanted to close our school because the number of school kids in our village was getting lower and lower every year. The teachers protested by closing the school. Leaving me with nothing to do for days on end. Aint that any school kid's dream come true?
The weather was beautiful outside for this January 13th, so, I've decided to go play in the old gravel pit, just minutes away from my parents place, in the woods. Then, the high, rocky sides were covered with snow and it sure was fun to slide on them. Well, for a ten year old. I had so much fun, entire days were passing by like seconds
It was about 4 p.m. I didn't have a watch but I can tell it was around supper time by the way that the sky looked. The sun was low, almost hidden by the trees and the sky was turning an orange-pink colour. Then lightning made the surrounding pines look black. Not dark green, just black. Man! That was beautiful. If I had to chose just one image to show the true beauty of the great, white north, the beautiful side of winter, I would choose that one.
It also meant that I had to leave if I wanted to get home before darkness.
It was very calm. Only the barks of dogs or wolves were breaking the silence and there was that slight smell of fire in the air. I was up the hill, getting set to slide one last time when I heard a noise I had never heard before. It became louder and louder, and louder. In the last seconds, I could barely stand it. The kind of sound that shakes you to your guts. I saw trees shaking only because of the noise. Then I saw an airplane pass right over my head. It was close enough to make me loose my balance and make me roll down the slide.
As I was falling, the plane crashed in trhe woods nearby
When I finally stopped falling, I was lying on my back and the first thing I saw was the orange sky and another plane. That one was different. It was more shaped like a grey rocket. It was certainly not a commercial aircraft. What the hell was that?
I almost tought it was one of those U.F.O.'s until I saw the letters on its side;
-T.( the "th" that French pronounce "t") TUN....DER...BIIIIIRD.. UN!
Thunderbird one, International Rescue! No one ever got away with a picture of the International Rescue aircrafts. We only knew two things about these; 1 They're among the most sophisticated aircrafts in the world, 2; they're called Thunderbirds.
Some were beginning to think that it didn't exist. That I.R. was just a hoax made up by the medias who needed something a little positive to put between the global warming and the war news in their newspapers and web pages. They thought that there was no one kind and brave enough to invest so much money in a project like that. That's not what I was thinking. I knew all over that good things can happen in this World.
Thunderbird one landed, a man got out of it and ran to the other plane. I also ran towards the plane to see what was going on. The guy in blue that got out of Thunderbird one helped two other men get out of the plane that crashed. None of the three of them ever noticed hat I was standing beside TB1. They were talking.
-"Scott." One of the pilots said to the guy in blue, "It's still not working, but why?"
-"I don't know any more than you do." Said the guy in blue. "Our engineer is working on the case. He already designed that eject able fuel tank. If it wasn't for that, we would be dealing with a major forest fire right now."
-"Well, not us, cause we would be dead right now. Look, sir, I don't know what you do at International Rescue but I'm not sure if the airlines can afford to lose anymore of these. They're about the priciest in the commercial flight industry."
After that, they started speaking some aviation mambo jumbo so I stopped listening. Instead, I looked at the formidable machine that is International Rescue's Thunderbird one. It was beautiful and impressive on the outside, what about the inside? I was curious, but scared. My gut feeling was telling me that it was not safe, but on the other hand I just wanted to get in. Would I dare get into famous Thunderbird 1?
Of course, I would! If I knew all the trouble that I was going to have because of that stupid decision (and I'm not talking about just being lectured by the guy that would find me there). I still would have done it.
I entered the machine. I sure was impressed, but I didn't touch anything. I don't know for how long I had been standing in front on the control panel when I heard a guy coming.
-"So, do I take you back to J.F.K.?" Shouted the I.R. guy, just outside.
I just had time to hide myself before the 3 guys got into the plane. The two pilots sat in the seat I was hiding behind. The guy they called Scott sat in the pilot's seat and started the plane. We were above the pale-blue snow, the houses ( including my house) and the trees in the sky that was already of a darker blue.
That's when I got a little more scared. I was flying away from my house, from my family, from everything I knew. I didn't knew where I was going.
That's how that crazy adventure started.
To be continued.
On the next chapter;
Cynthia is busted!
(Then I said; "We know you are there, get out or we'll have to shoot."
I hard a little girl's voice said;
- « Tirez pas, je vais sortir! ( dont' shoot, I'll get out!)"
There' something definitely wrong with Kyrano.
And what about these mysterious plane crashes?