UNITED 93: UNITED WE FALL
Chapter 1: The Tin Can Coffin in the Sky
"Let's roll up to the tarmac and get our position" the captain said and his copilot agreed. They maneuvered the plane and they stopped it SCREECH
Inside the airport, the people waiting were angry, because they didn't know this flight would be the last they would ever take because they would all die on it. They were angry because the plane was late. It was supposed to take off at 8 but it was 8 thirty now!
Hal Campbell was going to be a passenger on the plane and he grumbled looking at his watch. "Don't grumble" his wife said almost presciently. It was as though she knew that the longer they were not on the plane the longer they stayed out of the icy cool grip of death's claws that even now sought to smash them all balled up in a fist of fury that hung over their heads like so many icicles. But that wasn't what she meant, because she had no idea they were all going to die.
"Let's roleplay as Napoleon and Joan of Arc when we land and get to the hotel" said the hot young couple who were sitting there and rubbing each others thighs they were really heating things up. It was as if they knew that the chilly spectre of doom were stalking the room and pointing his ice cream cold finger at them and that their hotness would make him go away. But nothing can make him go away, not ever.
Aerith Emmerich adjusted the cute Chinese sticks in her hair and sighed "I wish I could shake this bad feeling I have about this plane." She said. She looked over her shoulder to see a black foursome, the horrible Arabs who would kill her and all the others when they would crash United 93 into the ground. Or so the story goes. What follows is what really happened on that faithful day 20,000 leagues above the sea.
Saeed al-Ghamdi sneered and said to his partner in crime, Ahmed al-Haznawi "These foolish Americans will serve well in our purpose, praise be to our Master." Al-Haznawi said "Yes, and they will die in a holocaust of flame, praise be." Ahmed al-Nami could hardly suppress a hideous cackle as the horrible Ziad Jarrah gnawed on his arm like a hungry dog, his mad eyes with a baleful look in them.
"Alright, let's roll, people." The gate opened and the assembled people waiting for the plane got up and walked up to the door. The cute stewardesses received them and ushered them to their doomed. They walked down the doomed aisle and sat in their seats of death as the pounding of the door closed only served to echo their horrible fat was now sealed.
United 93 took off at 8:42, now nothing more than a flying coffin, not six feet under the ground but 20,000 leagues above it in the air, and it would not let them rest in peace like a coffin does but it would crash and kill everyone who was doomed to death by their horrible fate.