Oh wow, sorry about the long absence, I was on aforementioned China trip and had some family business to tend to. Didn't help that I had giant writers block in China with this story, I did however come up with and write a chapter of another original story, might post it on Fiction Press soon., if I do I'll put the link to my FP author page on my FF one. I've decided to focus more on this story than my other one, as people seem to like this more. Also, I will answer any reviews I get, I like constructive criticism, etc, so please help me make this story better. Anyways, back to story.

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I didn't want the guy to die, I considered him a grudging friend now that he at least tried to help find Megan. Thats when I stood up and took after him, heading for the cockpit. There were signs of a struggle, with some unconscious passengers, but no Isaac. Halfway I almost tripped over a body. I bent down for a closer look and with a shock I realized...

...That it wasn't Isaac. Seriously, I was kinda expecting that the body was Isaac. He must be someone special to have not been killed by a terrorist yet (I hoped). The guy looked average, but the long knife he had clutched in his hand kinda ruined that image. He also looked knocked out, with a big ugly bruise already forming on his head, and one of his arms had broken in the fall. Wait, whoa, how did I know that? I had no medical experience whatsoever. Weird, but I'd deal with it later. Instead, I headed for the cockpit. I walked two more bodies carrying knives, one with another nasty bruise, and one looked like he had fallen on his knife. Despite the fact that yes, dead bodies, especially the kind lying in pools of their own blood, are gross, I wanted to reach down and help them (terrorists, weird I know) but I also let a little internal cheer out.

Go Isaac!

Seriously, how did he learn how to take down a load of terrorists on his own? I reached the end of the aisle, and I saw Isaac staring down another terrorist with a knife stolen from one of them. Carbon fiber and wickedly sharp, some Section 7 guy told me later, perfect for fooling airport sensors. Anyway he simply flicked the knife toward the T-shirted terrorist. The knife spun lazy arcs through the air, whistling lethally as it made its way toward the hapless terrorist. You know what happens next right? Psych! The knife only beaned him with its hilt (is that what its called?) rather than sliding into his brains. Good. I was glad that Isaac wasn't a killer. Why I was glad he didn't kill the bastard I had no idea. But anyways, a knife (which is heavier than it looks) beaning you in the head when thrown at 30 miles per hour, HURTS. Not that I'd know, but sure looked (and sounded like it) when the knife smacked his head with a resounding crack and he just kinda fell to the floor. Isaac gave a half-smile and then relieved him of his knife, then turned around and saw me.

"Mia, what are you doing here?"

"You might wanna tell me why your good with throwing knives first. Kinda obvious I was worried about you, no?"

He blushed faintly and said "I just kinda knew how, its really weird, but as soon as I grabbed one of their knives after beaning one, it was like the the knowledge kinda popped into my head. I know, strange." That was weird, I'd seen all those ninja animes (reliable source, right?), where the characters take like 10 years to master those things.

He handed me the knife, with a 'just in case look' on his face, then took off for the cockpit again. I followed him, but as we came into the cockpit, I realized that I had finally found Megan, with a knife gripped to her throat and tears in her eyes.

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Lying about 200 feet away was the means to blow the plane out of the sky. In the comparative darkness of the jet engine hood, a soft red light lazily flicked on and off every few seconds. This red light was in turn attached to a plastic box with an antenna poking out the side. What was inside this box? A kilogram of C-4, wired to a wireless detonator, and enough to blow the wing of the aircraft right off. In the jet on the other side flicked the same red light. It would be hypnotic if anyone could see it, the kind of hypnosis a snake uses on mice before it eats them, that is.

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Megan was held by a tall man in an Armani suit who was clearly a terrorist, not just from the knife he had pressed to her throat but also the aura of...y'know...dare I say it...terror. He just radiated cruelty. I don't know how I knew that, but it came to me instinctively. He talked lowly to the pilots, probably stuff like "If you turn around I kill the girl" and all that. Psh, the guy had probably seen too many movies. That didn't matter though, he still played the villain every bit as well, and he meant business, even with the dark blue hair. Yes, blue hair, like mine. Stupid genetic defects. I guess he heard us come in 'cuz he wheeled around and backed up protectively, carrying Megan with him.

"Back up or the girl dies!" Yeeesh, the guy had seen too many movies, hello cliché. Didn't stop me from wanting to rescue Megan though. Shes my little sister for God's sake and the SOB had a knife pressed into her throat. Isaac was evidently cooler than me at that point, rather tough considering he was the one who rushed down an aisle filled with knife toting terrorists, because he had to literally grab my shirt to keep me from ripping the guy's spine out and beating him with it. After I calmed down (mostly), the man evidently figured out that the cavalry hadn't burst in to save him yet, because he asked "Where's my men?"

"Unconscious and beaten to a pulp." Isaac said confidently, as if he were the one holding the hostage.

He excepted the fact without a word, his eyes flicking like slot machine wheels, looking for a way out. I probably should have gotten Isaac to flick his knife at him right there while I made a distraction, and the insanity that happened next probably wouldn't have happened. The asshole pushed the fire alarm. I don't know what good the fire alarm would do for the people on a plane 37,000 feet in the air, but for the people in the back it was the last straw. How would you feel if your plane was simultaneously hijacked by terrorists and on fire? Scared, yes. Panicking, probably. We heard screams over the din of the wailing sirens and in that moment of hesitation, the man dropped the knife, grabbed Megan, and bowled right past us. Gotta hate the clever ones. About that time the pilot decided he had had enough of people in his cockpit and yelled "Get out!" at us. We obliged, and we heard the cockpit door locking a few seconds later. Outside, it was in chaos, people were everywhere, screaming, crying, praying, what have you. You'd be surprised at what people who think they are in the final seconds of their life would do, but none of that was helping. The man had gotten away and that was that, taking my sister with him.

"Isaac, where do you think he went?" I said over the din

"He could be pulling a D.B. Cooper suicide and parachuting out the back of the plane, or he'll just wait for the flight to be over, make some kind of distraction, then dash out the back airstair, but either way he's probably back there." he replied, blue eyes thoughtful. "I hope he takes the second option, because he'll probably take Megan with him and running down one of those airstairs in flight is suicide at best."

"Alright, but more important, how do you plan to get these people to calm down? They're going insane!"

The captain (what a nice guy) answered the question for us, turning off the fire alarm and giving an all clear over the intercom. Yikes, too late, some lady thought I was a terrorist, maybe the knife was a clue? So she throws a sprite at me. Great active rebellion lady, c'mon Sprite, try maybe a Coke or perhaps a Dr. Pepper. Of course, I acted on instinct. Sprite or not, she was throwing something. So I crossed my arms and put them over my face and...wha? Bam, frozen Sprite sitting on the ground, almost like it froze in midair. The hell?? But Isaac was already running down the aisle, dodging around frequent flyers happily kicking the sad looking terrorists. I followed, stuffing this new X-files worthy tidbit away for later.

"Hey, where'd he go?" We'd reached the back of the plane, and Isaac wasn't happy.

"Hey you're Mr. 'Oh wow, I know all about airplanes'. Isn't that your department?"

"Ummmm yeah, I guess he could have gotten down a trapdoor or something. Sure?" He smiled weakly and shrugged. Ah great. I got down on the ground and started checking for handles. After a quick moment, Isaac found one.

"Down here Mia" he said, sliding down into the darkness (great, why is it always darkness you have to slide into?)

I took a look at aforementioned darkness, shrugged, and took the plunge, and a second later, WHOOMPH. That was Isaac.

"Owww thanks, y'know there's a ladder there right?" Isaac groaned, but loudly so he could be heard over the scream of the engines

"Oooops. My bad." In the faint light washing down from above, there was a metal ladder glinting dully. I turned around to get a good glimpse of the place I'd fallen into. It was full of cardboard boxes and nets holding luggage down, all shrouded in shadow but still visible in the light from the hatch and the dull soft red of the emergency lights.

"He's gotta be in here somewhere, probably jumped up in the luggage somewhere."

"You're right, there's nowhere else he could go." Isaac stared up in the luggage, searching for that guy's weird flash of dark blue hair (great, Mia of the fluorescent blue mop).

"Check up that stack Mia, I'll go over here" gesturing around, Isaac than headed for his particular mountain. I shrugged and headed for the stack. 15 minutes later, I was drenched in sweat, tired, pissed at Isaac, and ready to punch that blue haired asshole straight through the face. Wow, my sister really needs to just sit down and sleep on planes, whenever she gets up goddamn international terrorists swoop down and pick her up. I let out a small sigh, barely audible over engine noise. I really hope this doesn't turn into a pattern, I can't chase after knife crazy bags of douche all the time. That was when I bumped into Isaac. Seeing my expression, he gave a mischievous smile.

"Do I even need to make a PMS joke?"

Unneeded. Needless to say, he found himself at the bottom of the luggage stack a couple seconds later with a few bruises to add to his collection. I was getting a little sick of him, maybe he should try being more serious occasionally, especially when crazies hijack your plane. Of course, that was when I found the chief crazy, as soon as I recognized that particular cocking noise a pistol makes when primed to kill. I turned around slowly and faced the pistol which was, if you haven't already guessed, pointed at my face. Next to Sir Crazy was Megan, handcuffed to a hatch handle. I indulged myself with another sigh. These things don't get any easier even when you push annoying morons off people's luggage...

Okay, nother cliffhanger, I loves them so. Mia doesn't like Isaac much now but she might want his help when the terrorist gets a little trigger happy. But in the mean time, what is that Section 7 Mia slipped and mentioned earlier. And why did that Sprite freeze in midair? (I'm sure you know the answer to that one already) And will the plane and everyone on it wind up slightly deceased? Time, and a whole lot of banging my head against a keyboard will tell. I promise not to be so long next time...