A/N: PLLEASSEE READ! Okay well I'm going to start out with a big Thank YOU! To everybody reading, you have no idea what it means to me. And another for other authors who like this fandom: STOP MAKING EXCUSES TO MAE YOUR CHARACTER PREFECT! I don't care if you're a 'fan' and this is a 'fiction', it gives you no excuse for shitty writing and your marysue. SO anyway I don't own anything but the pilots back story and name,Alice, and her father. Please review and I accept criticism.
The night air was full of explosions as a girl of the age of sixteen was being escorted by her father to the nearest military base. His movements were hasty as he watched the sky with unease. His mind was jumbled up as he racked his brain as to why there had to be another war. Another war. They had victory not thirty years ago after the first deadly war with Germany. He thought back to all the yelling from fellow soldiers and the crying of the mothers while they clutched their child in their arms.
He didn't want to go back. So much blood, deaths, and tears. Solders crying for their loved ones and clutching their pictures in their hand. He remembered clutching a picture of his daughter and wife while tears streaked down his dirt ridden face. He thought he would never see them again, as he never saw any of his friends fighting along his side again. But the mere sight of his family gave him hope. Gave him strength. He didn't want to return to that, but this war would destroy everything. Destruction was the plan.
"Father, what's happening?" The young girl piped up, snapping him from his past life; a life we was to back into soon. He knew she knew what was happening, but the attack was unexpected. Sirens blared as she strained to hear what her father had said,
"Just another attack, my darling. Don't worry you'll be kept safe and under protection," He looked down at her,"It is not a good time to be alive." Bloody hell, everything was going to too fast for anyone to capture. The fight for domination was at edge, There was not one country not touched; tainted of war.
The girl stopped walking,"No! Please, father I do not want to leave you and mother," She searched her brain for an excuse to stay behind," I-I could stay...and work in the factories to help build for the military! All the woman are doing it!"
Her father smiled pitifully at her,"I'm sorry, my darling. It would not be safe for you." She went to plea, but her fathers' eyes filled with sadness stopped her. She sighed and nodded, giving up.
They made to the base in time to catch the last plane. A pilot was ushering children into a small plane, enough for about twenty children. He father rushed to the pilots side, "Are we too late?"
The pilot replied promptly,"No, sir, but this plane is reserved for the boys school," He went to close the planes' door,"You'll have to wait."
Her father quickly grabbed onto the pilots arm," No, please take my daughter. She's only sixteen, please." The pleading in his eyes made the pilot shift uncomfortably.
The pilot went to open his mouth, but the memory of his daughter who had passed on came across his mind, and he decided what he had to do. What his daughter would want him to do.
"Get in, miss."
Charlie turned to his daughter, pulling her into a tight grasp,"I'll be back, my darling. I love you be safe." He kissed her forehead before turning his face to the pilot,
"Thank you so much, pilot." The pilot nodded in response before ushering the girl onto the plane. But before he could escort her in she turned to her father, hugging him tightly one last time,
"I love you too, father."
That was the last words Charlie heard from his daughter before joining the war once again
She had asked the pilot where they were heading.
"Canada." He had told her monotonously.
Canada...The country above America. She was slightly disheartened at that, but she had heard recently America joined the war along side her home country. She always wanted to visit America. She had heard many stories in her private school how America was the rebel country and was proud of everything they did. She had guessed America was full of excitement.
She sat in her seat, not looking over at any of the boys that surrounded her. She tugged down her school dress self consciously, she had never been around boys much. She had attended a strict catholic private school. She hugged her white peacoat around her tighter at the though.
None of the boys were paying attention to the young girl. They were either asleep or staring ahead of them blankly. She sighed into her seat, tiredness quickly overwhelming her senses. Her thoughts lingered onto her father. She knew he would be fighting in the war. She was terrified for him, as he was for her. She knew her mother would be okay, working a factory provided woman protection from conflicts.
She started to doze off until a sudden jerk woke her. She could hear shouting ahead. She gripped the armrest, looking in the window. The right wing had caught on fire and the plane was diving to the earth at an ungodly speed, screams from the younger boys dug through her mind and ached her ears. But then she realized it was her own screams of terror she was hearing.
As the plane went out of control the pilot got up from his seat and turned to them,"Listen I need you all to be calm," Silence soon followed in suit,"Okay, I need all of to jump out of the plane when I tell you too. The is water below us and it won't hurt as bad as landing on ground." He looked over at the young girl then to the rest of the passengers, giving them all reassuring smiles.
He went to the front, and pulled on a lever that opened the hatch, he guided us to the back and looked down,"Okay, do as I say. When I say jump. Jump. Okay..." He waited till the plane had lowered to the water,"Now!" Without a moment of hesitation they jumped.
After the children jumped the pilot went back to his previous seat, picking up the radio.
"Coming in. Pilot Johnson. Down. Children are safe they are on the-" The radio signal shut off suddenly. Filled with sudden anger he bashed the radio on the dash before collecting himself and placing down the radio gently.
He saw the mountain he was about to crash into and gave a shuddering sigh. He felt tears gather, and smiled slightly and he whispered one last thing to himself before he left death over take him,
"Here I come, My angel."
