Finally the writer's block has been unblocked :3. And just for y'alls information, the fork in the garbage disposal video on YouTube is to thank… or blame… depends on how you like the chapter :D hopefully you guys think it's a good chapter! A little note this takes place after those embarking on the quest to find Dybbuk, has boarded the plane to Australia.
"I hate planes." Buck growled, already starting to feel the claustrophobia come on.
"How long is this flight supposed to be any way." He asked popping a charcoal pill in his mouth.
"3 hours." Philippa said reaching up and putting her carry on bag in the compartment, then plopping down in the window seat. Buck growled and banged his head on John's seat in front of him.
"Hey." John exclaimed, spilling his water on his lap. "Stop banging your head against my seat." Buck then leaned back and grumbled to himself as Nimrod came into the cabin, a somewhat disoriented look on his face.
"What is it uncle Nimrod?" Philippa asked noticing something was up.
"It's Groanin, I can't seem to get a hold of him. I tried in Iraq but I just figured the cell phone reception was bad. But now I have four bars and no one is picking up the phone." Nimrod scratched his head
"I'm sure he was just getting groceries or something." John said putting his headphone in his ears.
"Yes…" Nimrod mumbled and sat down and buckled since the fasten your seat belt sign popped on.
"Do you really think leaving Iblis and Rudyard in business class by themselves is a good idea?" Philippa asked. Already imagining what sort of horrible things they might do. Snakes on the plane, The engines dying, All of the luggage being lost. She shivered.
"Oh they won't try anything to stupid. Not while I have the Blue Djinn of Babylon on speed dial. Though I don't doubt they will get themselves into something." Nimrod glanced back. "I can't help but feel sorry for the poor soul sitting next to the creatures." He pulled out a news paper and opened to the article about the collapsed bridge. Philippa leaned on Buck's shoulder.
"What do you think he is up to?" Philippa asked Buck yawning.
"Something horrid and diabolical." Buck answered yawning after her, after all yawns are contagious in a way. Then rested his head on hers. "But right now I'm just worried about my empty stomach." He said quietly starting to dose off. He felt the plane starting to take off.
"Your stomach does sound very grumbly." Philippa chuckled hearing Buck's stomach growl. "Maybe you should ask for something to eat." She added already half asleep
"Nah… I think I'll just… just…" Buck's voice trailed off as he fell asleep. Philippa smiled and followed his lead and soon found herself dreaming.
Philippa was standing on a bridge over very rough and stormy waters. She looked around only to find darkness on both sides of the bridge.
"Hello!" She called out, thinking she heard giggling. She turned to her left and saw Buck emerge from the shadows. He smiled his wonderful smile and out stretched his arms for an embrace.
"Buck!" she cried and began to walk towards him.
"NO PHILIPPA IT'S A TRAP!" A familiar voice called out, and another Buck emerged at the other side of the bridge. The left side.
"That's Dybbuk! The evil part! The Ifrit! No I'm the real Buck!" He screamed after her. "Don't fall for it."
Philippa turned back to the Buck on the right side. He had a very concerned look on his face.
"No Philippa don't listen! It's me, Buck. That's Dybbuk! He's lying; he is the one who's setting the trap. He's the Evil one! He's trying to trying to trick you!" He held out his hand. "Please…" He pleaded
"Please don't fall for it. Please, he'll only hurt you!" He urged her on waving his hand towards him. But Philippa remained right in the middle of the bridge not sure what to do. She tried to open her mouth but it was clamped shut. Then the Buck on the left pleaded with her again.
"No Phil, it's ME! You know it's me! You have to!" He then held out his hand.
"Come with me! I'll get you away from him."
"See!" The other Buck blurted out. "He's trying to take you from me! Don't do it Philippa. DON'T GO TO HIM!" He cried, trying to hold out his hand farther.
"I'm the one you need to trust, it's me!" He said soothingly.
Philippa stood horrified. She didn't know which Buck to go to.
"No no NO!" She thought. "This shouldn't be this hard!" She looked at both of the Buck's face's each one had no trace of evil on them, not even a difference in emotion. Each Buck had a pleading and concerned look on his face, each one holding out his hand desperately. Suddenly the bridge started to shake, then it started to collapse leaving her to plunge into the crashing waves beneath her.
"PHILIPPA!" one of the Buck's screamed but she couldn't tell which one, for both were consumed by the shadows.
"BUCK!" Philipp shot open her eyes. Buck snorted and quickly sat up right.
"Wha.. wha… are we there!" He asked rubbing his eyes
"Oh… ummm… no…" Philippa answered a little embraced about screaming Buck's name through the cabin. The flight attendant was even giving her strange looks. The couple to their right was looking at her and whispering.
"Oh… well, can I help you?" Buck sat back shutting his eyes.
"Just a uh… a dream…" Philippa blushed sliding down in her chair.
"You were dreaming about me?" Buck smiled and started to chuckle.
"Errr… yeah… "Philippa whispered closing her eyes again trying to fall back asleep.
"Cute." Buck mumbled and got up.
"Where are you going?" Philippa asked dozing off, her head leaning on the back of her chair now.
"To get food." Buck answered and went hunting for a decent looking meal.
