Chapter 13
The lights in the plane flicker a few times before going off completely. Bobby swears, Angelica squeals, and I feel like I may vomit.
"We're going down!" Hank yells.
"I'm Yelling Timber! Sorry but if this wasn't such a serious situation this would be a very good time for a musical number," Warren yells over the sound of failing engines. Leave it to him to still be able to make a joke in a situation like this.
Scott frantically switches on and off different switches trying to get the plane back online.
Then there is a rattling noise and we stop falling.
"Did you fix it?" Bobby asks.
"I don't think SOOOO!" the plane speeds up, flying at 800 mph according to the controls. I may not be an expert on planes, but this is way too fast. I'm being pushed back in my seat with such force that it feels like I have a pile of bricks on top of me, keeping me down. My eyes are watery and my face stings. Wind whips in my ears and the ice still clatters against the outside. All in all, this isn't a great situation.
Scott swears steadily as he tries to get the plane on track again. "According to this, the plane shouldn't be moving!" he yells, "According to this we are completely still."
"This is not still!" Angelica calls back.
"You think I don't know that?" Scott replies angrily
"Is that a girl?"Hank asks.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Warren demands.
Hank points, and sure enough, there is a girl in front of the plane, her arms are spread out and every time she moves, the plane moves with her. She floats along in the wind like a kite. Almost Like she's riding along with the wind instead of being blown, almost like she's controlling the wind.
"What is a girl doing out there?" Bobby asks, squirming in his seat to see.
"I don't know, Bobby, why don't you ask her?" Warren suggests sarcastically.
"She's controlling the wind," I say.
"That's impossible!" Bobby comments.
"Really, Snow Miser, that's impossible?" Angelica says.
"I think Jean's right. She is controlling the wind. Can you try to telepathically contact her?" Hank asks.
"I can try." everyone silently waits as I focus my telepathy on the girl. I find out her name is Ororo Munroe, but other than that I get nothing.
Umm hi. I say because I can't think of anything else.
What? I sense her panicking as she looks around her. The plane jolts.
Yeah, I'm a telepath. A mutant, but I'm sure you know all about mutants.
Who are you?
My name is Jean Grey. I'm on the plane that you are uh, hijacking.
Oh. my master told me to not let anyone get past. That I have to take all planes to the loading docks.
And you master is who?
His name is Simon. Simon Niles, I think.
He's dead. One of my teammates killed him in a fight. Can I ask why he's your master?
She hesitates, he's dead?
Yes. So If you could you know, put us down or something, that would be great.
But Oblivion has been released! No one but can control him but Simon!
If you put us down we can help.
Yes, okay, give me a moment.
I pull away from her mind, "She was following Simon," I say, "But I think she's going to put us down." The plane starts to slow down and fall.
"6,000 feet!" Scott yells, "We're going down fast!"
Then we come to a halting stop and then slowly float down to the ground.
"Damn, I think I peed a little," Warren says.
We all take a moment to breathe before getting up and exiting the plane.
Ororo is waiting for us outside the plane. Now that she isn't just a silhouette in the storm, I can see her features. Dark skin, brown eyes, a tight-lipped smile, and bushy white hair, possibly a genetic mutation like my own vibrant red. She wears a sheer turquoise dress that flows over her body like silk and bare feet.
As soon as he lies eyes on her, Scott reaches up to his visor. I quickly grab his arm and ease it down. "Don't," I snap under my breath.
"But she…" Scott responds.
"We can trust her. Trust me on this," I tap my temple with my fingertips.
"Fine," He says harshly, then he turns to Ororo, "Who are you?" He asks.
"'Ro," She replies with a slight accent.
"Do you want to tell us what you were doing with our jet?"
"I-I was told too… By Simon," Ororo looks down at her feet.
"Simon is dead," Scott scoffs.
"Scott, lay off her," I say.
She looks gratefully up at me. "Did I damage the jet in any way?"
"No, not that I know of…" Hank says. "We flew a large magnetic field, that is what shut down the controls, all you did was put a few marks on it."
As he says this, my eyes fall to the wing that took the lightning strike. The black enamel is burnt away, leaving what looks like a cigarette burn.
"Yeah, a few coats of paint and this baby will be as good as new," Warren says, slapping the side.
A loud crash of thunder shakes the ground and Ororo falls to her knees.
"What's wrong?" I ask, crouching down beside her.
"The elements. They are completely out of control! I cannot handle it!" she sobs, clenching her head in her hands.
"It'll be okay," I say softly, "what will put them back to normal?"
"Oblivion's death."
Bobby's eyes get wide, "can it be something that doesn't guarantee our death?"
"What is oblivion anyway? Like I know he's kind of Satan, but what exactly is he?" Angelica asks.
"Oblivion sometimes referred to as the Lord of the Outer Void, is a being that has been around since the beginning of time. He is basically nothingness, Negative matter lurking throughout the universe. Most of himself reside in an area known as the Outer Void, a dimension without any mass or matter. Anyone who enters it is oblivious to it, Unconscious until someone else pulls them out. Which does not happen often due to the whole oblivious thing. Now the Assassins has opened a portal to the Outer Void, Oblivion is escaping, gathering all his pieces from across the universe, and slowly turning it to dark matter," I say and I'm just as shocked as the rest.
"How did you know that?" Hank asks.
"You forgot to mention the part about his daughter who tried to seduce me like Simon did you," Bobby adds.
"Simon seduced you?" Scott asks, looking livid towards me, "Like as in, seduced you into having…"
"I don't really remember," I say, once again, a thought of Simon in bed with me pops into my head.
"We'll deal with that later," Hank says, "Because right now we got to figure out a plan to close this portal."
To Be Continued
Author's notes: I got some extra time this weekend so I figured I'd get this chapter finished and up. I know it is shorter than usual, but the next chapter may take awhile to write. I hope you all enjoy and remember to comment to let me know! Again, I'm sorry that it is shorter, but I thought it was important to have this chapter on its own since the next will probably be very long and may not be up for a few weeks. xoxo!