Sorry chapters have been so lackluster lately. I have all kinds of plans for the story, but have no idea where to put any of them. I might start posting every other day to allow more time to think. Also I started co-writing a story with Lilitraum. I told them to post it on their page. Its pokemon, and is pretty much all their idea. Anyway sorry I talk so long, and I wouldn't mind some new thoughts on the story- Pogokitten
Austin sat squashed between two people at Gate A-20. He had booked a late night flight to Berlin Germany. The boarding area was more crowded than a shopping mall. The man to the right of Austin on the rickety bench was eating a gallon bag of trail mix. He seemed oddly twitchy, and the Italian man suspected he was abusing substances. The other was a huge over weight woman. She was screaming at someone on her cell phone in a language Austin didn't know.
The flight had been delayed, he had been 'groped' by the security, and now Austin figured this was a sign the mission was not going to go well. He had tracked Kyu by her name, and found she had living family in Germany. His disguise this time was that of a cold case investigator. He intended to ask the family about their missing daughter to get information. Sometime after Austin began to envy Umbreon in his privet pokeball, they thankfully started boarding the plane. He found his seat, and put his carryon bag in the compartment, and was settling down for a rest. He had booked an overnight flight so he could sleep, and not become jet lagged.
Suddenly someone kicked the back of his seat hard. He glanced back to see a fat little boy playing a 3DS, rhythmically kicking the back of his seat. He gave the boy the 'stink eye', which had no effect, what so ever on the kid. The flight took off a few minutes later though, and Austin figured he could still get a snooze out of the trip, even with the kicking. But as soon as they reached cursing level, a baby a few rows back from Austin began to scream bloody murder. Austin hated flying, but this was getting ridicules.
The brat continued to scream for several hours straight. Austin began to have a migraine from the kicking, screaming, and general displeasure of flying. Eventually though, he fell into an uneasy sleep and had weird dreams. He dreamed that a giant screaming Pichu was kicking him and squeezing his head at the same time. Then the dream changed to him running down a foggy deserted street. There was a girl in the middle of the road with her back to him. As he drew closer to her, the girl turned and Austin saw she had no face. He woke up in a cold sweat with a flight attendant standing over him.
"Sir, are you alright?" she asked in German. He nodded, embarrassed. Austin had learned many languages for his job, and luckily German was one of them. The attendant told him they would be landing soon, and Austin was the first one off the flying jail. In Berlin it was late evening. The airport was huge, and the air was full of different dialects from around the globe.
Austin retrieved his belongings at the baggage claim. It felt good to be on his home continent. He caught a cab to the hotel he was staying in for the night. He had only slept 2 short hours on the plan, and was having trouble keeping his eyes open. Austin had intended to start on planning the mission as soon as he got situated, but he conked out on the bed, still in his clothes and shoes. His sleep was blissfully dreamless.
By the way this airport chapter is based on what happened to me once on a plane. :3
