Hello everyone... I figure if I make this story shorter than my past
ones, I might actually finish it. Anyways, read and review!
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The 747 soared over London. Inside, the chatter of countless voices could be heard over the hum of the plane's engines. Smiling flight attendants passed up and down the aisle, smiling away. People were sleeping, reading, or watching the in-flight movie. A voice then came on over the intercom.
"Good afternoon, this is your pilot speaking. I'm afraid that I have bad news. Due to international events beyond our control, all flights to North America have been grounded. We are returning to Heathrow immediately." A groan of disdain arose from the passengers. "We'll give you more information as soon as we can. We apologize for the inconvenience."
Ferris Bohr stopped typing on his laptop and raised an eyebrow suspiciously. There was a certain tone to the pilot's voice that bothered him. Bohr wondered if the pilot knew more than he was letting on...
"What else can go wrong?" he sighed to himself. He reached into suit pocket and pulled out a clean, crisp photo. He gave a slight smile to the woman and child in the photo. Ferris turned away from his laptop for a moment and gazed out the window. London was bustling with traffic below.
A tiny black dot caught his eye. At first he thought that it was a plane, but it was moving to quickly. The dot then dropped below the city scape.
How odd, he thought.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in the sky. Ferris turned away from the window and shielded his eyes.
A short second later, a loud BOOM rocked the airplane.
All the windows shattered. The cabin depressurized, blowing a strong gust of air throughout the plane.
All the lights in the plane flickered and died. The screen on Bohr's laptop went black. Everyone on the plane started screaming.
The sound of the explosion still filled Ferris' ears, but he could hear the plane's engines sputter and die.
All the passengers were screaming at the top of their lungs. Bohr's heart sank into the bottom of his chest as the plane dipped forward. Wind flew through the plane's interior, blowing papers everywhere. People were screaming, the plane's hull groaned. The engine's whined and fought to restart.
Bohr gripped the headrest of the seat in front of him and dug his fingernails into the material. He suddenly realized that he was screaming as well.
The plane was losing altitude, and fast. Bohr looked out the window to see the streets of London getting closer... and closer... and then..
With a heavy jolt, the plane slammed onto the street. The screams and groans of twisted metal filled the air. The plane bounced and tilted to the left.
The plane bounced just over a two-story building, and the left wing caught it. It was ripped from the fuselage, taking a few screaming passengers with it.
The 747 started rolling in the air. It landed on its belly and slid backwards into another building.
Finally, the plane came to a halt. Bohr had been rocked, slammed, and had a sizeable cut on his forehead. Blood poured down over his face. He groaned in pain. Only a few other passengers were making noise now...
Ferris turned his head and looked out at London through the gaping whole where the wing used to be.
Car horns blared and people were screaming outside. Fires burned, buildings crumbled.
Above it all, a mushroom cloud rolled up into the air.
Unbeknownst to most everyone, the city, and countless other cities around the globe, was being bathed in radiation. Harmful particles seeped into mankind's skin.
The air was hot and dry. Ferris Bohr slowly slipped out of consciousness. As the world faded to black, his fist fell limp and out fell a crumpled, bloodstained, photo.
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The 747 soared over London. Inside, the chatter of countless voices could be heard over the hum of the plane's engines. Smiling flight attendants passed up and down the aisle, smiling away. People were sleeping, reading, or watching the in-flight movie. A voice then came on over the intercom.
"Good afternoon, this is your pilot speaking. I'm afraid that I have bad news. Due to international events beyond our control, all flights to North America have been grounded. We are returning to Heathrow immediately." A groan of disdain arose from the passengers. "We'll give you more information as soon as we can. We apologize for the inconvenience."
Ferris Bohr stopped typing on his laptop and raised an eyebrow suspiciously. There was a certain tone to the pilot's voice that bothered him. Bohr wondered if the pilot knew more than he was letting on...
"What else can go wrong?" he sighed to himself. He reached into suit pocket and pulled out a clean, crisp photo. He gave a slight smile to the woman and child in the photo. Ferris turned away from his laptop for a moment and gazed out the window. London was bustling with traffic below.
A tiny black dot caught his eye. At first he thought that it was a plane, but it was moving to quickly. The dot then dropped below the city scape.
How odd, he thought.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in the sky. Ferris turned away from the window and shielded his eyes.
A short second later, a loud BOOM rocked the airplane.
All the windows shattered. The cabin depressurized, blowing a strong gust of air throughout the plane.
All the lights in the plane flickered and died. The screen on Bohr's laptop went black. Everyone on the plane started screaming.
The sound of the explosion still filled Ferris' ears, but he could hear the plane's engines sputter and die.
All the passengers were screaming at the top of their lungs. Bohr's heart sank into the bottom of his chest as the plane dipped forward. Wind flew through the plane's interior, blowing papers everywhere. People were screaming, the plane's hull groaned. The engine's whined and fought to restart.
Bohr gripped the headrest of the seat in front of him and dug his fingernails into the material. He suddenly realized that he was screaming as well.
The plane was losing altitude, and fast. Bohr looked out the window to see the streets of London getting closer... and closer... and then..
With a heavy jolt, the plane slammed onto the street. The screams and groans of twisted metal filled the air. The plane bounced and tilted to the left.
The plane bounced just over a two-story building, and the left wing caught it. It was ripped from the fuselage, taking a few screaming passengers with it.
The 747 started rolling in the air. It landed on its belly and slid backwards into another building.
Finally, the plane came to a halt. Bohr had been rocked, slammed, and had a sizeable cut on his forehead. Blood poured down over his face. He groaned in pain. Only a few other passengers were making noise now...
Ferris turned his head and looked out at London through the gaping whole where the wing used to be.
Car horns blared and people were screaming outside. Fires burned, buildings crumbled.
Above it all, a mushroom cloud rolled up into the air.
Unbeknownst to most everyone, the city, and countless other cities around the globe, was being bathed in radiation. Harmful particles seeped into mankind's skin.
The air was hot and dry. Ferris Bohr slowly slipped out of consciousness. As the world faded to black, his fist fell limp and out fell a crumpled, bloodstained, photo.