Authors' Note: Here you go people. As promised, another chapter from us. Unfortunately it's rather short, but we all have lives that we have to deal with as well. We'll try to post another couple of chapters in the upcoming week if we can. There is *NO* guaranty however. We do have one other thing to say, before we leave you to read this chapter.
To The PenMaster. Congrads, you've just caused Eirual to have a fit on the floor.... there is no Aragolas in this story, and there never will be. *Aragorn/Arwen* is the only Aragorn pairing that you will find here. Not that any of us object to that pairing(except perhaps Sun Queen as she is a pervy elf fancier) but Eirual happens to be a die hard Aragorn and Arwen fan. Thems the breaks. However, there is Sam/Frodo in this(maybe not much but...)Hope that this isn't too much of a disappointment. Enjoy. :)
Attack
Soundtrack: Adam's Song (Blink 182)
I never thought I'd die alone
I laughed the loudest who'd have known?
I trace the cord back to the wall
No wonder it was never plugged in at all
I took my time, I hurried up
The choice was mine I didn't think enough
I'm too depressed to go on
You'll be sorry when I'm gone
I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over I'd survived
I couldn't wait till I got home
To pass the time in my room alone
I never thought I'd die alone
Another six months I'll be unknown
Give all my things to all my friends
You'll never set foot in my room again
You'll close it off, board it up
Remember the time that I spilled the cup
Of apple juice in the hall
Please tell mom this is not her fault
I never conquered, rarely came
But tomorrow holds such better days
Days when I can still feel alive
When I can't wait to get outside
The world is wide, the time goes by
The tour is over, I've survived
I can't wait till I get home
To pass the time in my room alone
A screech of static burst from the mike, and Harry swore. "The bastards are jammin' us!" Another explosion, and the chopper yawed dangerously to
starboard. Harry turned, and met Adam's eyes in desperation. "We're gonna have to-"
The old Australian's last words were cut off by a hail of bullets that whistled through the cockpit. Adam felt a burning pain sting his shoulder, and he bit back
a scream. The black chopper roared past, swooping around for another pass. Clutching his bleeding shoulder, Adam caught Harry's hair and yanked his
bobbing head upright.
The brave old soldier's face was frozen in a final expression of surprise. He'd taken a bullet right between the eyes.
Adam did scream then, a scream of pain and rage for the old man's death. Worse, a final explosion, and the chopper had pitched into a steep, fatal nosedive.
Adam grabbed the stick and yanked upward, but the controls were dead. There was only one thing left to do. With a final, sorrowful curse over his friend's
body, Adam tore off his restraints and leapt from the cockpit.
The wrecked NYPD chopper bloomed into a spectacular fireball.
Adam hit the black water very, very hard.
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The enemy helicopter circled the burning wreckage. Before long, its own weight and the river's current would drag the chopper under, but for now, it
wallowed like the corpse of some twisted metal beast.
The enemy circled, searching for any sign of life. Satisfied, it flew off into the night like a contented vulture.
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It was blacker than the deepest midnight, and Adam searched his fuzzy brain for some reason, some sense of order.
Of course. He was dead. That would explain the icy needles of pain in his body, the burning in his lungs-
Adam's eyes snapped open as realization flooded through him. Underwater! He was underwater, and he couldn't breathe!
His limbs felt like iron posts, but he began to struggle towards the surface, towards the life-giving oxygen. But his strength was failing, and it was so easy to
relax, give in to the darkness...and he almost did.
*No!!* screamed some instinct deep in his brain. *Fight this!! LIVE!*
And Adam began to fight once more, every drop of anger fueling his strength. He thought of Alice, beautiful Alice, the woman he loved. //I'm not going to die
without seeing you again.// The rush that this thought induced was enough bully his frozen limbs into cooperating again.
He broke the surface, gasping, every muscle in his body screaming in agony. The air burned his lungs, but he didn't care, inhaling great gulps of oxygen. The
burning hulk of the chopper had settled on the surface, casting an eerie orange glow over the water.
Adam grabbed a piece of floating debris, his breath coming in harsh gasps. His entire body felt both burned and frozen from the impact with the cold water,
and his right shoulder felt as though someone had skewered it with a spike of burning metal. Oh, wait, someone had. Hadn't he been shot?
Adam tried to stay focussed. Some cool, clinical part of his brain pointed out he was going into shock, and that this was a very bad thing. He could only hope
rescuers would show up before he slipped under the surface again. Adam knew, if he went down once more, the icy blackness would keep him forever.
Was that noise a roar overhead, or was it his own heartbeat in his ears? No, it was another helicopter. This one was silvery grey, with a spotlight as bright as the sun. Wake from the rotors churned the water around him, and Adam tried to wave, tried to signal the rescuers, but he could barely lift his head. The chopper's belly was almost brushing the water, when a pair of hands caught him under the arms and pulled him inside.