The Guy Who Flies the Plane Chapter 1
AN: I just updated this chapter because the first chapter was embarrassingly riddled with mistakes and I hope I got them all or at the very least, the majority of them. I will be working to fix all the other chapters as well. I just need time in order to go over them. Unfortunately, the next chapter will be put off for another week or so until I fix the few beginning chapters. Thank you for reading and as I always say: Read, Review and Enjoy!
Rays of sunlight beamed through the blinds of a dust-covered window into a room with a trash riddled floor. All four walls were bare and gray as a heavy layer of dust covered the white the walls were originally painted in. On the floor, other than the trash, were two pieces of furniture: a large bed and a small desk. The desk contained a couple of trophies, though these too were covered in a layer of dust that seemed to have collected over the three plus years since they had been won. Finally, a boy was sprawled on the bed, sheets thrown partially off the edge and the pillows all piled underneath his head.
Another boy slammed the door to the room wide opened; he still had a toothbrush in his mouth as he called out to the one still asleep, "HEY!WAKE UP, WE'RE ABOUT TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!"
The boy, surprised by the unorthodox wake up call, fell, face first, out of his bed. "Ouch," the boy said as he lifted himself off the floor.
"Oh, wait….We're already late. Ok whatever, take your time. It doesn't matter anyway," the other boy said, after checking the hallway clock.
"You did that on purpose you son of…"
"I didn't… Or did I?" the boy in the doorway interrupted, and then giving an evil laugh, he ran out of the room.
As he changed into his street clothes, he once again fell on his face as he hurriedly tried to put his pants on. A huge thud rung through the house, the other boy came back to check the source, "Yo, you alright Nando?"
"What do you care?" the boy asked, lying on the floor. "You already made me fall when you woke me up, so why do you care that I fell again? Just go get ready, Tony."
"But I actually got to see the first time you fell, so it was funny," Tony laughed.
"I hate mornings…" the teen on the floor said grumpily.
Another voice was heard from the first floor of the house. "FERNANDO! ANTHONY! BOTH OF YOU GET TO SCHOOL BEFORE KICK BOTH OF YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE MYSELF! GET TO SCHOOL NOW! ESPECIALLY YOU TONY!"
Chills ran down both of the boys' spines as they heard the screams of the angry woman. Both quickly finished their morning rituals and ran out of the house as fast as they could. Running back into the house for just a moment, Fernando grabbed his lengthy black jacket off the coat rack by the door and once again raced out of the house.
"Why does she hate me so much?" Tony wined.
"Well maybe it was because you almost burned down the house. Or maybe it's because you never listening to a word she says. Just be happy that she hasn't kicked you out yet," Fernando said with a sigh, looking at the floor.
"Somethin's bothering you? I thought you were in a bad mood today and it looks like you had a pretty rough night," Tony said, noticing the bags under his friend's silvered eyes.
"I had the same dream last night. You know the one I told you about that I've been having for weeks now. The one where I see the city in ruins and dead people scattered all over the city streets. Blood was running like rivers throughout the sidewalks and streets. There was debris everywhere, almost every building destroyed. Fires were spreading everywhere. The man, the same man from every dream, was there leading it he's always in the same clothes. White coat, white hair, white pants, he is nearly all in white. The only feature not white about him are his eyes, there look almost as if they were rusted metal," Fernando described his dream in detail.
"Huh? You were saying somethin'? ...Did you really have to do that?" Tony asked, after Fernando gave him a quick chop to the back of his neck.
"Yes, yes I did because you're an asshole. You never listen to a word anyone says, do you?" Fernando asked. "And you the one asked this time… Maybe you should get checked for A.D.D."
"I heard you, kind of… About the dream you had or somethin' like that? But a dream is just a dream; if dreams came true then I would've already lost my virginity to two hot French twins!" his friend said.
"That was exceedingly unnecessary. Seriously, way too much information, you should keep stuff like to yourself," Fernando responded, just then he felt a huge amount of pain come over his head. "There was one…" he paused, the pain becoming overwhelming. "There was a difference in yesterday's dream that none of the rest had, one very eerie detail," Fernando fell to the ground, now grasping his head.
"Hey! What's wrong?" Tony asked.
"I was standing on a newspaper. What's the date today?" Fernando asked, trying fight through the pain but every second it becoming more and more unbearable.
"It's March 3rd, why?" Tony asked in complete confusion.
"That was the same date on the newspaper. The city will be destroyed today," Fernando said, his voice much harsher, almost inhuman.
"But it was just a dream," Tony said.
"No, no it was vision, a warning," he said as he shook his head. Tony was terrified by the look in his friend's eyes, one was glowing a bloody, crimson red, the other was as black as a moonless night. Then almost as if he had left his body, he went limp but did not fall. In the background, right behind Fernando's unmoving body, Tony saw a flaming building falling towards them. Quickly reacting to the situation, Tony pushed his unconscious friend out of the way the building's path and jumped the opposite way.
Both heard a voice in their heads, which snapped Fernando back to consciousness."It is time," was all it said.
