Sorry it took so long! Here's Chapter 11!

We bang on the walls of the airplane, trying to get out. Star was still out cold on the floor. A few times I kicked her to make sure she was alive.

"Anyone find a way to get out?" I ask everyone. All of them say no.

"Does anyone have any devices to help us get out?" Fang asks. "Knives… Guns….."

"I have a gun!" Jack answers.

"Who gave that moron a gun?" I hiss. Jack takes the gun from his pocket and swings it around.

"Give me that." I hiss at him and snatch the gun from his hand. "Why didn't you tell me you had this, earlier?"

"It never crossed my mind." Jack walked off to sit on a crate.

"He's very helpful." Fang said sarcastically. I noticed that Fang, Jack and I had been the only ones talking. Why was everyone else so quiet? I turn around and see that everyone else had collapsed on the ground. Their eyes closed.

"Crap!" I shout and start shooting at the plane's walls. The bullets bounced around. "Why won't it go through?"

"'Cause, it's metal." Fang answered weakly. I turn to see him sloutched over on the floor.

"Stay with me." I tell him and lean down to take his hand. "If you don't, then I might do something stupid. Like shoot Jack."

"Wouldn't that make your day?" Fang laughed.

"Hey, how are we gonna get out?" Jack complains. He bangs his head against the wall.

Max. Check the crates.

There's dead bodies, voice. I already know.

No. Check the crates, Max.

"Alright. Here's the deal. The voice wants us to search trhough the crates."

"With the dead bodies?" Jack asks.

There's something more, Max.

"There's something more, Jack. Let's just look and see." I started opening the crates and searching. All I found was dead bodies.

"Bodies… Bodies….. Oh look! More bodies….." Jack searched through the crates too. Fang crawled around opening them.

"Max…." He whispered as he fell to the floor.

"Fang!" I ran over to him and picked him up. "What is it?" His shakey hand raised and pointed to a box. Then he closed his eyes and groaned.

"He's out?" Jack asked. I did not answer him. I was too memsmorized by what was in the crate.

Told Ya.

Get outta here. Voice!

"Holy. Crap." I reached into the box and pulled out as a machine that was the size of myself. It had a handle.

"A handheld cannon!" Jack yelled.

"Let me see here….." I pointed it at the side of the plane. I was extremely tired now. I could barely move. It was the monoxide. I pulled the trigger and BAM! The side of the plane exploaded and I was thrown back into the opposite wall. I heard a bunch of cracks, my bones, and then the cannon fell to the floor.

You did it, Max. Good job.

Shut up….

"Max! Great job!" Chimed Jack. My eyes flutered closed.

"Thanks….." Was the last thing I said. I can't remember much of what happened. All I know is that someone clonked Jack on the head with a crowbar. My body was dragged to the egde of the plane and kicked off. I remember falling through the sky. I was going to die. Wait- No. I have wings. I tried to unfold them- to flap them- to fly. It was no use. I was too disoriented from the monoxide that I just fell. Fell fast to the ground. But I don't remember landing…. No….. I was falling in an everlasting hole.

Goodbye Max.

No….. I can't die…. I can't leave….. I'm not ready….. Help….. Someone help…..