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-SweetJesus.It'sEdward
The scariest of all sounds could have been heard through the whole plane. Everyone else and I glanced back abruptly to see a tan man holding a woman in his arms with a knife in his hand at her slender neck. I pressed my hand against my mouth and gazed at the terrified womans face.
"Don't touch her!" A man called to the tan man holding the woman. The terrible guy released the woman and turned to the man. He took out the knife and slit the mans abdomen in one swift movement. I clutched my stomach as I saw the good middle-aged guy wither in pain and then slowly sink into his chair with his eyes closed.
Tears were streaming down my face. The emotions of complete horror and fear were taking over me and I gazed over at Edward, who seemed to be just as scared as I was. His strong arm locked around my shoulders and I leaned my face into his side and cried.
All I wanted to do was cry. The feeling of death was swept over everyone as the good man's heart finally stopped beating. My heart ached at the thought of him never being able to fulfill the rest of his on-going life. He died a painful and harsh death. Which, no one deserves to go through.
Edward held me tighter and pressed his face into my hair. He brushed his face against the top of my head, probably wiping his own huge tears. I gripped my fist into the material of his shirt, pulling myself closer into him. I breathed in and out deeply.
I could feel the scent of blood rising into the air. The harsh smell of rust and burnt flesh pierced the oxygen, sending myself forth into a world of sheer blurriness. I took a large gulp, trying and succeeding to hold down whatever I ate for breakfast.
I nuzzled my nose into Edwards' shirt, taking in his cool in-human scent. To keep my mind off the violence that was happening right around me, I payed attention to the way Edwards' fingers would lightly move up and down my back. It would send a shiver of extreme ecstacy through my veins. I let out a sigh and looked up around me.
The tan man with the knife was marching up and down the aisle. I sucked in another large breath when he passed us. Edward leaned his mouth against my ear, "Do not say a word." He whispered. I nodded my head dumbly and looked back down at his black slacks that were pressed against my jean covered legs.
I looked up, and regretted it right away. Walking down the aisle was another tan man, with a bomb strapped around his waist. He had a red cloth wrapped around his head, and his face was tight and fierce. I clung to Edward tighter, trying to look unnoticed. The man passed us quickly and started talking in some type of language to another guy at the end of the plane.
"Terrorists." Edward murmured. I looked up at him, puzzled. He shook his head, disappointed. His eyes were glossy. I tilted my chin up to look at him better. "We have been highjacked. And we are going to die..." He trailed off. He was scaring me more than the horrid men taking over the plane right now.
The terrorists stoked their way up to the cockpit of the plane, leaving all of the passengers here, sheilding us away with a grey heavy door. Everyone around us were bringing out their cell phones and crying.
"Don't say that." I whispered. He kept his eyes on the seat in front of us.
"I'm going to miss my baby sister's wedding..." I could hear the sob in his voice. He had tears running down his cheeks now, he held me tighter, searching for comfort.
"Oh, Edward..." I said, feeling this burning in my throat, wanting me to moarn with him.
"I will miss the birth of my brother's baby..." He said, rubbing his hand up and down my back. I sat up and looked at him, tears rolling down my cheeks. I took his hand in mine, and rubbed it gently with my thumb.
"I will never see my parents again..." He said. His eyes were so wet. I reached into my pocket and tapped a tissue to his cheeks.
"No. We are going to get through this. We can beat these guys." I said, boldly. He looked down at me, starring straight at my face. I bet he thought I was crazy. I squeezed his hand. "We have got to stop this plane." I said.
He shook his head. "That's impossible." He said flattly. "We don't have enough help. We can't do it." His body was shaking just as frantic as mine.
"We can get help." I whispered.
"How?" He asked, questionably.
I turned around in my seat and saw Patrick still holding Deora in his arms. His and her face was just as wet with tears as mine and Edward's. "Patrick.." I whispered.
"Yes, pu-pumpkin?" He said, stuttering from his tears.
"Edward and I need a favor..." I said.
"Well, whatever do you need, Miss Swan?" He asked.
"We are going to beat these guys." I said, thickening my words to make myseld get to the point.
Patrick stared at me. His lips perced into a harsh line. Edward was breathing ragged beside me, still upset. "Uhh..-"
"I'm in." A man from in front of us said. I turned back in my seat and saw a guy about the edge of thirty sticking his head through the crack of the chairs in front of us.
"Really?" I asked, my tone becoming brighter.
"Todd Beamer," He said, sticking out his hand, "is at your service." I shook his hand.
"Wow, awesome!" I said, looking up at Edward. He was giving me a soft smile.
"Okay, kids. What's the plan?" Todd asked. I shrugged a little and wrinkled my eye brow, then placed my finger on my chin.
"Ah ha!" I said, "I've got it."
"Then let's hear it!" Todd and Patrick said at the same time.
I turned to look at Patrick, "Really? You too, Patrick?" I asked.
"Of course, My Dear." He said, giving me a wide smile.
"Okay," I said, leaning against the window so I had both, Edward, Todd, and Patrick in my perifial vision. "Here's the plan..."
They all waited silently. "We will gather all of the weapons we can find-"
"Like canes, pocket knives, silverware from the kitchen-we can get the staff in on this too. And also nail filers and-Oh!-there is a fire extinguisher under my seat!" Todd said, interrupting me. Though, I was glad that he understood the direction I was going in.
"Right, Todd. We will gather all of this stuff up and more once we have at least half of the passengers in on the plan. Then, we will somehow attack."
"How are we going to do that?!" Edward asked, his arms crossing in front of his chest.
I looked back at the cockpit door, and then my face lit up. "We will gather them all at the front of the plane, and then ram them." I said.
"Oh!" Patrick exclaimed, "We can get that cart the staff attendents use, and pushed them all together and then start attcking with our weapons!"
"Correct." I said, grinning.
"I think this is going to work." Todd said.
"I think so too." I agree.
I glanced at the men surrounding me. My heart sank with thankfulness towards them. I gave and individual thanks to each of them, saving Edward for last. I looked at him intently. He sighed and gave me a crooked smile.
"Well," he said, breaking the silence, "let's get to work. Start spreading this plan like wild fire!"
All four of us put our hands in a gave a quiet cheer and we all turned in different directions to start spreading the news.
It was about 5 minutes until Edward tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey Bella, listen to this guy." He said.
I looked over his should and saw another elder man sitting across from us. He smiled. His hair was silver and thin. I returned the grin. "Miss.." He said, speaking up.
"Miss. I have lived a long life." He began, "And I think, I can help out in a great deal."
"How is that so?" I asked his, slightly confused.
"Well, you see, I used to be in the air force. I can fly a plane. So, once we attack, you younger people can get everyone out of the way, and push me to the cockpit. I will take the wheel and we can fly safely to the next airport."
"That's a wonderful idea." I said.
"I just want to help." He said, almost whispering.
"You will be a big help, actually." I said, reassuring him.
He smiled.
It was about 10 mintues later and the terrorists still hadn't shown up. We were all pretty sure that the captain of the plane, Jason, was either knocked out or dead by now, so we had to all work fast.
"Okay everyone, get into your stations. Make sure that everyone has a weapon of some sort." I called to Edward.
"Bella, wait." He said before I started heading to the back of the plane to check everyone.
"I just wanted to say... That I am proud of you and that I really think that this is going to work.. and.." He trailed off, looking at his feet.
"What is it, Edward? We don't have much time!"
"I love you, Bella." My heart sank. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him against me.
"I fancy you as well." I said, and pressed my lips to his. He was soft, silky, and fierce against my own. I lavished his mouth with my tongue as I breathed in deeply through my nose. I groaned when his tongue slid out of his mouth, begging for entrance. I accepted him greedily. "Mmm." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
His arms automatically went to my waist and we rocked back and forth as we kissed. "Bella, let's go!" I heard Todd call from behind me.
I smiled against his lips. I gazed into his eyes as our lips began to come apart. "I can not wait to continue this once we are on the ground." I murmured.
He chuckled. "Come on, get ready."
All of the passengers were at the back, holding all weapons in their hands. Todd and I were at the front of the crowded back area, holding onto the carts handles. We exchanged glances and nodded.
"Are you guys ready?" Todd asked, everyone shouted 'yes.' "Let's roll."
TBC
Okay, don't hate me for ending it here. I am tired and I thought it would be an okay stopping point. I will be continuing the next chapter shortly. Though, I am having a HUGE debate. Can you guys help me out?
Okay, should Bella and Edward live? Since they weren't really apart of the story, or should they die? Just like everyone else?
PLEASE REVIEW WITH YOUR ANSWER!
-SweetJesus.It'sEdward