Title: Flight 283 Down: Tokio Hotel Style
Chapter 1: On the Plane
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all, as so unkindly pointed out to me by the STUPID MOTHERFUCKING ASS SHIT MONKEY who calls himself a step-dad.
Character Profile:
Name: Casey
Age: Nineteen
Hair Color: Black with blue tint
Eye Color: Blue with white throughout
Skin Color: tan, and getting tanner everyday
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 150
… THE FLIGHT …
Casey boarded flight number two eighty nine with little to none trepidation, even though the woman who had booked her flight told her it was one of the lesser used jets.
Meaning something had to be wrong with it, and Casey had watched one too many movies where the plane went crash. So, with her head held high, and her stuffed tiger as a carry on, she boarded it, seeking comfort in the thought that the tiger's fluffiness would protect her.
Childish? Yes, but she never really did grow out of her childhood habits, sleeping with Duff one of them.
So she boarded and handed her pass ticket thing to the lady who smiled and told her A1 for her seat. Casey turned and went to the first class area and opened the curtains to find herself staring at a nearly empty compartment, the other occupants were four guys talking to each other.
She sighed and sat down on the seat she had been told to, taking out her laptop and Duff after she did so.
She sat Duff on her lap and put the laptop to the side, waiting to open it until after they took off.
She soon took notice of how nobody else was coming in, thought it odd, but soon came to the realization that they, unlike she, had been smart and took one of the other planes that was probably deemed, 'safe'.
Casey shook her head and waited.
Soon they were up in the air and she was typing away on her comp, Duff still held tightly between her arm and belly, her 'lifesaver' so to speak.
She barely noticed when there was movement behind her, so intent on typing up a chapter to one story she was hoping to put up before next week. A Bleach fic, one she was quite proud of, that was gaining popularity among her peers in the writing community that she was a part of.
Suddenly Duff was ripped out from underneath her arm and disappeared somewhere behind her. A distinctly male voice started talking, though; she couldn't understand the words, being as they were in a foreign language.
She gave a startled gasp and whirled around to find his kidnapper, someone who didn't look at all like he was feeling very guilty as he hung Duff by his tail in the air for the three other guys to see.
She threw the comp to the side and got up, "Hey! Give him back!" she yelled, stepping out into the aisle. The guy merely grinned at her and started walking back to his chair, Duff in his grasp, she narrowed her eyes and ran after him, tackling him to the ground when she got close enough and ending up on his belly holding Duff to her heart as she glared down at him.
The guy didn't seem to like that, but he suddenly smirked and grabbed her hips, shoving her back against his pelvis and grinding her ass against his front.
Casey narrowed her eyes and went bright pink before slapping him and getting off to go back to her seat, Duff under her left arm.
One of the other guys yelled something at her in the foreign language, but she ignored him and kept walking. Suddenly a hand landed on her shoulder and she was turned to find the kidnapper staring her dead in the eye, a glare on his features.
"What? Why did you slap me? I was just having a little fun." He said to her, his accent making his words a bit thick. Casey's cheeks were fading a bit but when he told her this she ripped her shoulder out of his grasp and gave him a sneer before turning and walking back to her seat.
The guy didn't go after her, merely staying in the aisle, looking at the top of her head as she gripped her laptop again and closed it, too frustrated to even think about typing right then.
Soon the mutterings of the four reached her ears again, but she ignored them and put her head on Duff's flank, tears creeping out of the corner of her eyes. She tried to make them stop, but they wouldn't, and so, she buried her face into the fuzz of her tiger and just let them loose.
….. AAAAAAW …...
Bill and the other two watched as Tom walked up the aisle to the girl who was on the plane with them, he exchange exasperated looks with Georg and Gustav before looking forward again and watching.
Soon Tom was standing behind the girl, she didn't even notice, but Tom seemed to be looking at something over her shoulder before he reached his arm out and pulled something out from the girl's body.
He watched as Tom held up a white tiger with black stripes, raising an eyebrow he then noticed the girl getting up, Tom didn't and turned to them, a smile on his face as he told them, in their own language, "Look! She has a little friend to go on trips with her! How old does she think she is, five?"
The girl's face transmitted her confusion at not being able to understand him, but she strode to Tom, shouting at him as she did so.
Tom was tackled to the ground when he didn't respond to the girl, Bill and the two exchanged grins of mirth at this, and soon enough Tom did his perverted stuff.
Which, most interestingly, didn't work, and the girl slapped him, causing Bill, Georg, and Gustav to burst out into loud laughter. They watched as she got up and then walked away, very pink in the face, Tom leaping up after her after she had gotten a few feet away.
Bill stopped laughing and watched his brother closely as he put a hand on the girl's shoulder and turned her around. They said something to one another and then the girl turned again and sat back in her seat.
Soon her head disappeared and Bill could see no more of her, Tom sat back down beside him, rubbing his face where she had slapped him.
"Little cat." He muttered, nodding towards the seat where the girl was located, Bill rolled his eyes.
"Well, if you hadn't of messed with her, maybe she wouldn't have slapped you, which was very funny, if I say so." He told his brother, who scowled at him.
"Well, I think she might have warmed up to me, you know, after she slapped me, because she gave me this look man." Tom glanced up as well and smirked.
Bill's ears picked up a small choking sound and he turned his head towards the sound, only to see Gustav holding his hands to his throat, Georg was pounding him on the back.
Soon enough Gustav stopped choking and then burst out laughing; he had obviously heard what Tom said.
Tom scowled, "I know she was." he muttered, looking into his hands on his lap as he did so.
Bill sighed and got up, he was fully intending to go up to the girl and apologize to her, Tom and the other two watched as he did so, their thoughts all different as to why he was heading up there.
Soon enough Bill was sitting beside the girl, to his horror, though, she had her head on the white tiger's side and her shoulders shook as she cried. The thought crossed his mind to run, but she had heard him sit beside her, and her head rose as she probably expected Tom to be beside her.
Her face was slightly red and her eyes shined from the unshed tears, but when she saw him the stern look in her clear eyes faded. He cleared his throat and she raised an eyebrow, wiping a hand under her eyes to clear away the tear tracks.
"I am sorry for my brother's actions, he is… more than a little bit of a pervert." He told her, after thinking out the words so he could say them in English.
The girl nodded and raised her head a little more, moving her hands around the tiger's body to hold him to her, "I accept the apology you gave me," she seemed to be thinking as she examined his face, "you look, familiar to me, what is your name?" she asked.
Bill's eyes widened at the thought of her not knowing who he was, but he told her his name and then her eyes sparked in recognition. "Ah, I do know you, if only a little. I am pretty sure my sister is addicted to your band." She told him.
Bill smiled, "Well, we have that effect on young women." He answered.
"Hah, I meant to say you, you see, she thinks you are the MAN, so to speak. I had to make her a shirt one day with pictures of you on the front. Actually, it was for Christmas." She stated.
Bill smiled and she patted the seat beside her, "Come here, I'll show you a picture I kept of it." She told him.
Bill shrugged and moved over so he was sitting directly beside her as she took a laptop out of her bag an opened it. Once the screen stopped being black he saw a Microsoft word document was up. She minimized it and opened up another screen and soon came to a picture of a young girl, early teens by the look of her, wearing a white shirt with various photos of him on it.
Casey started talking about her sister and her addiction to boys of all ages older than her. Bill told her about Tom's and girls, but she screwed her face up and asked him not to talk of 'that pervert' right then. Bill surmised that she might still be a little mad.
They were getting along great when the bane of Casey's existence walked up and climbed over the seat so he could sit down beside her on the other side, making her a little Casey sandwich between the two tall brothers.
She turned her head to see his smiling face and then looked right back at Bill's, "You know, I don't think you two are twins, you look so different." She told him, laying a hand on his arm and narrowing her eyes.
Bill glanced down at her hand and then back up, her eyes seemed to be telling him something. But he didn't get the message and only stared in confusion at her until she made a small joke and he laughed at it.
Casey was making sure to ignore the presence on her other side until he either, a) went away, or b) apologized for doing what he did.
Tom didn't like being ignored, and especially if the one ignoring him was doing it with his brother. That was irksome, and he didn't like the feeling at all. But, he guessed if he tried to apologize, it would make her talk to him too.
So Tom put a hand on her arm and she stiffened before slowly turning her head towards him and raising a finely built eyebrow.
He hesitated for a moment, during which he looked at his brother, who silently made the go for it sign, and then looked back down.
"I am… sorry, if I offended you earlier." He told her, after a short pause.
Casey simply looked at him for a minute, letting him sweat it out, before blinking, "Okay, just, don't touch me there ever again, ok?" she asked, her eyes watering for effect.
Tom nodded and she sighed and turned her head, but not her body, he noticed, back to Bill, "Really Bill, does he do this often?" she asked, very curious.
Bill shook his head, "Nope, hardly ever." He told her cheerfully. Casey nodded, and then looked at the watch on her wrist.
Tom gave a sudden jolt, he looked down at his own wrist and then at hers, noticing that it was much too big for her own.
"Hey!" he cried out, indignant, Casey looked up at him with sly eyes.
He grabbed her wrist, "This is mine, how did you get it off without me noticing?" he asked, Casey giggled, holding Duff with her left hand while Tom took his watch back.
"A girl never tells her secrets much like a fox never tells his own." She told him, in truth, she had gotten it while he had his hand on her arm.
Bill was laughing along with her but she stopped mid-laugh and yawned, covering it up with a tiny hand. "Well, not this wasn't fun; can you two go away while I get some sleep? This flight is ten hours; I'd like to spend eight of them in an unconscious state." She told them.
Bill shrugged and went back to the other two and talked to them. Tom, well, Tom was Tom and so he simply stayed.
Casey noticed and looked at him, "Well?" she asked, Tom shook his head and she sighed, "Fine, but if I catch you staring or touching you will wish your mama hadn't of even thought about having you." She threatened him.
Tom ignored her threat and watched as she summoned the lady for a blanket and a pillow, which came shortly after. Casey leaned the seat back and curled up around the tiger, she kept her eyes on him until finally, she was asleep.
Tom didn't know why, but he liked the thought that he had been the last thing she saw before going off.
He heard movement and looked up to see the other three settling down in front of him, Gustav produced a board from nowhere and Georg took a little pack off cards out of his pocket, "Game of Poker?" he asked, shuffling the deck.
Bill rolled his eyes and took the laptop Casey had at her feet, he looked at her to be sure she really was asleep and then opened it. It may be an invasion of privacy yes, but he was curious about the other things she had on there.
Including this one picture of her in a suit with a guy in a suit that looked almost exactly like hers, they were fighting, apparently, and she seemed to be winning. The photo had been shot when her fist had connected with the mystery guy's jaw and had followed his head as it snapped back.
He saw a little caption under it and read the words, 'Lon and I, fighting… again, lol, two to one bizitch!'
He wondered who this Lon guy was, and looked up to see she was still sleeping, deciding it would probably be safer for him, after seeing that picture, who wouldn't, to put the comp away again.
They played around for a couple of more hours before lightning boomed around the plane and suddenly Casey was awake again, her arms wrapped around the closest thing to her. This, whether to Tom's delight or disappointment they couldn't tell, happened to be Tom's head.
Her arms were wrapped around it in a death grip, and his face was buried in her bosom. She blinked and sniffed a minute before looking down at the half-buried head of Tom before screeching and throwing him off of her.
Only for him to rebound in point two seconds and wrap his own arms around her body, saying, "I knew you would warm up to me!" to her.
Bill and the others watched as she drew her arm back and punched him in the gut making him groan and release her.
Tom wrapped his arms around his belly and squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again and whining, "Why me?" to the occupants of the first class section.
Bill saw her roll her eyes before thunder split the sky and she then grabbed her tiger and held onto it, throwing the cover around herself for more protection. He raised an eyebrow and she caught him, giving him a half-hearted glare before looking around warily.
The plane shook and she squeaked, drawing her body into a ball, tiger in the middle, as it did so.
Then, possibly the worst moment ever, lightning hit the wing of the plane. They all were jolted and thrown onto the floor, before the curtain was thrown open and a very distressed looking waitress appeared, her eyes wide with fear and despair.
"You all have to get your seatbelts on immediately, hurry!" she screamed, hurrying forward and helping Casey back to her seat. They did as was told and Casey put her tiger back in her lap and her laptop in her bag before turning her own eyes to the man sitting beside her.
Tom glanced at her, his own eyes wide at the possibility of the plane going down over open sea.
The woman was telling them the news, which probably wasn't smart, that one wing was fried, the engines burnt from the lightning, and they were going down. She also explained that they were above the southern pacific, which meant that they were somewhere near South America, or so Casey assumed.
They were being shifted downward, as if the plane was doing a nose dive, which, Casey realized sickeningly, they probably were. But it leveled out a bit; the feeling of being pulled down was still there though.
Apparently the others felt it as well, because the lady trying to help them was bombarded with questions, she tittered frighteningly and headed back to the flight captains quarters before they could get answers.
All four members of Tokio Hotel were in an uproar, they didn't know what was going on; it was supposed to be a vacation flight not some death flight!
Casey felt somehow disconnected suddenly, sure she felt Duff's fur in her arms, and the voices screaming around her, but she didn't feel part of it anymore.
She breathed deeply and called upon her inner strength, feeling it surge forth and bring her to a calmness that was laughable at the situation she was in. She closed her eyes and reopened them to find she had reacquainted herself with her body again, suddenly there was a whizzing sound, a couple of distant screams, and then the floor jolted under their feet, shaking their very bones.
There was a blackout, and then she could see again, she unbuckled her seat belt and stood, shakily, to look around. There was no movement like that of a boat, so she surmised that they had landed on some land somewhere.
She looked around and saw the other three getting up as well, they were looking around, Casey started walking to the curtain, she made it and pulled it open to find a gruesome sight. Apparently the waitress had stood between the two pilots and watched as they headed to their dooms.
Her body was hanging half out the window of the plane, the two pilots had their necks at odd angles, and, judging from the way there was bruises in the small shapes of finger pads, she thought the woman had grabbed the back of their necks, maybe to reassure herself. But whatever it was, once the plane had hit the ground, and she had been thrown forward, the momentum, and the grip she might have had on their necks, had snapped them. Killing them softly.
So to speak.
Casey pulled the curtain closed again and turned, only to run into someone's chest, she looked up to find a very pale Tom, she looked back over her shoulder and cleared her throat before looking back at him. "They… they…. they died." She stuttered out, never really feeling comfortable with dealing with the death of people.
She thought of the lifeless bodies of the team of three, thinking, 'It could very well have been us.' She sighed and brushed her bangs from her eyes, her brain immediately kicking into gear and going through what all they needed to check before they went to get off the plane.
What she didn't want to check was if there were anymore dead bodies around, she didn't think she could handle that.
The storm raged around the broken plane as they split into groups and started exploring the damage and seeing if something, anything, was salvageable.
…. FIRST …...
-My first multi chaptered LOST fanfic. Well, it could be Lost, or it could be a flipped out version of Flight 29 Down… maybe I should introduce Corbin Bleu…. Nah. Anyway, as I was saying, well, typing, I had this idea, from one of my crazy dreams involving me and planes crashing.
WHICH I HATE LIKE STINKY LICORICE!
Anyway again, I had this dream involving me, planes, and crashing. Then I was at my grannies and she has Dish, so my little cousins were watching that show, and then my brain started up into gear…. again. I swear if I don't stop thinking I'm going to end up with a little more on my hands than I bargained for.
Well, got to go!
-Mistress Fang