Disclaimer: I do not own the WWF or the wrestlers, but I sure wish I was in charge of the storylines sometimes! :)
Special thanks to Ocy, who stated the obvious. :)
This chapter is dedicated to the men and women who are fighting to protect us as well as our freedom.
Chapter 4: Through the Eyes of a Child
The pilot's voice erupted over the speaker, "Ladies and gentleman, we have a slight problem. Make sure you're strapped into your seats as we prepare to make an emergency landing at Dulles."
"Slight," Chris muttered as he gathered his wife and half-sister to him. Everyone looked at each other nervously as the plane began it's rapid descent.
"Well, we still have the one engine," Nora said encouragingly.
"Sweetheart, you're not helping," Jeff said gently, pressing his lips to her forehead.
"I know," she said quietly, squeezing his hand. "Lord, don't let this be it," Nora and Jeff prayed together. The engine on the right side of the plane coughed and sputtered. Amy looked at it fearfully. "Come on, don't cut out!" she urged. Matt squeezed her shoulder, "God willing, we will make it through this. We've made it through betrayal, explosions, earthquakes, stalkers, and hurricanes, the Lord knows we'll keep weathering the storm Amy."
"I know," she said gratefully, putting her hand over his. Deathly silence, they could hear nothing but the wind. The engine had died.
In the cockpit, the pilot's heart thudded in his chest. "Come on!" he urged, struggling with the throttle. Then he heard it, no everyone on board heard it, the roar of the engine as it revved back up. Everyone clapped and cheered, thankful that they were still alive. Moments later, they were never so glad to feel the road beneath their feet, as they felt the tires bump the runway. Then the one remaining engine cut - for good.
"We are going to have to cross the runway. Our stewardess will release the yellow chute and everyone please leave single file in an orderly manner," the pilot instructed. "Once everyone is out we will proceed to walk calmly across the tarmac. The tower has halted all air traffic so we can safely make it inside."
Everyone was silent as they made their way inside the building. Lenae stared out the large window at the burning plane. She watched as the fire fighters slowly but surely put out the blazing engine. The plane was ruined, not only was the engine burnt to a crisp, so was the immediate area surrounding the engine.
Lenae closed her eyes, "Thank you Lord." For all she had said, Lenae was truly grateful for her life, and realized for the first time that she wasn't to blame for her parent's death. She opened her eyes and smiled. She felt like she could breath again, as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "It's time to live again." Lenae turned from the window and saw a group of uniformed men pass by them.
"Who are they?" she asked, curious.
"Those are the National Guards," Andrew replied.
"What are they here for? Is it because that tall building exploded?"
Andrew and Trish looked at each other in surprise.
"How did you know about that hon?" Trish asked, somewhat alarmed. They had wanted to protect her from that.
"I saw it on the news. They've been talking about it a lot lately."
"Yes, they are here to protect us," Trish responded.
"Oh, okay, so that more terrorists don't hurt others, I understand."
"Did it bother you to learn what happened to the building?" Andrew and Trish asked simultaneously. She had been through so much, they were afraid to mention the bombing to her. Trish and Andrew believed that to shelter her from the evils of the world was the best way to go. Seeing her reaction to the World Trade Center bombing ultimately brought the stark truth to the forefront, Lenae had already seen what man was capable of.
"It scared me, I'd never seen anything like that before, but I know we can help make it better. When you enroll me in school, I could help organize donations for the Red Cross or the Salvation Army even!" Lenae said excitedly.
"That's right," Trish said smiling, there are many ways we can all help.
Matt came up behind them, "They are moving us to another terminal, we're supposed to get into some kind of monster truck, at least that's what Chris calls it. We'd better get a move on!" Matt said, as he ran to catch up with the others.
Trish and Andrew watched as Lenae skipped up to Matt and shyly slid her hand into his, "Young in body but old at heart," Trish said sadly.
"Give her time to heal Trish. Now she has time to be a child."
"What if this scars Lenae so badly that she can't recover?" Trish asked, suddenly very afraid.
Andrew wrapped his arms around his wife, "She's not alone, she'll never be alone, you and I both know that. She's going to pull through." Andrew couldn't explain it, he just knew deep down inside, that Lenae would make it.
Everyone hopped onto the enclosed, box - like structure that Chris had dubbed, " 'Monster trucks.' "
"They look like giant buses on gigantic tires," Lenae giggled. She let go of the strap above her head and stared out at the American flag flying high overhead. "That flag has seen a lot hasn't it Mum?"
Trish looked down at Lenae then back up at the flag, "Yes, yes it has."
Special thanks to Ocy, who stated the obvious. :)
This chapter is dedicated to the men and women who are fighting to protect us as well as our freedom.
Chapter 4: Through the Eyes of a Child
The pilot's voice erupted over the speaker, "Ladies and gentleman, we have a slight problem. Make sure you're strapped into your seats as we prepare to make an emergency landing at Dulles."
"Slight," Chris muttered as he gathered his wife and half-sister to him. Everyone looked at each other nervously as the plane began it's rapid descent.
"Well, we still have the one engine," Nora said encouragingly.
"Sweetheart, you're not helping," Jeff said gently, pressing his lips to her forehead.
"I know," she said quietly, squeezing his hand. "Lord, don't let this be it," Nora and Jeff prayed together. The engine on the right side of the plane coughed and sputtered. Amy looked at it fearfully. "Come on, don't cut out!" she urged. Matt squeezed her shoulder, "God willing, we will make it through this. We've made it through betrayal, explosions, earthquakes, stalkers, and hurricanes, the Lord knows we'll keep weathering the storm Amy."
"I know," she said gratefully, putting her hand over his. Deathly silence, they could hear nothing but the wind. The engine had died.
In the cockpit, the pilot's heart thudded in his chest. "Come on!" he urged, struggling with the throttle. Then he heard it, no everyone on board heard it, the roar of the engine as it revved back up. Everyone clapped and cheered, thankful that they were still alive. Moments later, they were never so glad to feel the road beneath their feet, as they felt the tires bump the runway. Then the one remaining engine cut - for good.
"We are going to have to cross the runway. Our stewardess will release the yellow chute and everyone please leave single file in an orderly manner," the pilot instructed. "Once everyone is out we will proceed to walk calmly across the tarmac. The tower has halted all air traffic so we can safely make it inside."
Everyone was silent as they made their way inside the building. Lenae stared out the large window at the burning plane. She watched as the fire fighters slowly but surely put out the blazing engine. The plane was ruined, not only was the engine burnt to a crisp, so was the immediate area surrounding the engine.
Lenae closed her eyes, "Thank you Lord." For all she had said, Lenae was truly grateful for her life, and realized for the first time that she wasn't to blame for her parent's death. She opened her eyes and smiled. She felt like she could breath again, as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "It's time to live again." Lenae turned from the window and saw a group of uniformed men pass by them.
"Who are they?" she asked, curious.
"Those are the National Guards," Andrew replied.
"What are they here for? Is it because that tall building exploded?"
Andrew and Trish looked at each other in surprise.
"How did you know about that hon?" Trish asked, somewhat alarmed. They had wanted to protect her from that.
"I saw it on the news. They've been talking about it a lot lately."
"Yes, they are here to protect us," Trish responded.
"Oh, okay, so that more terrorists don't hurt others, I understand."
"Did it bother you to learn what happened to the building?" Andrew and Trish asked simultaneously. She had been through so much, they were afraid to mention the bombing to her. Trish and Andrew believed that to shelter her from the evils of the world was the best way to go. Seeing her reaction to the World Trade Center bombing ultimately brought the stark truth to the forefront, Lenae had already seen what man was capable of.
"It scared me, I'd never seen anything like that before, but I know we can help make it better. When you enroll me in school, I could help organize donations for the Red Cross or the Salvation Army even!" Lenae said excitedly.
"That's right," Trish said smiling, there are many ways we can all help.
Matt came up behind them, "They are moving us to another terminal, we're supposed to get into some kind of monster truck, at least that's what Chris calls it. We'd better get a move on!" Matt said, as he ran to catch up with the others.
Trish and Andrew watched as Lenae skipped up to Matt and shyly slid her hand into his, "Young in body but old at heart," Trish said sadly.
"Give her time to heal Trish. Now she has time to be a child."
"What if this scars Lenae so badly that she can't recover?" Trish asked, suddenly very afraid.
Andrew wrapped his arms around his wife, "She's not alone, she'll never be alone, you and I both know that. She's going to pull through." Andrew couldn't explain it, he just knew deep down inside, that Lenae would make it.
Everyone hopped onto the enclosed, box - like structure that Chris had dubbed, " 'Monster trucks.' "
"They look like giant buses on gigantic tires," Lenae giggled. She let go of the strap above her head and stared out at the American flag flying high overhead. "That flag has seen a lot hasn't it Mum?"
Trish looked down at Lenae then back up at the flag, "Yes, yes it has."