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Sorry it's taken me so long to update but I've been busy with school, writing a ballad for Lit class (which is now posted on fictionpress for your enjoyment) and writing my other fics but here is another chapter. I thought of a lot of ways to make this fic different from the movie so watch for that later. I like the reviews I've gotten so far, especially Dharke's reviews; go read them, they're hilarious and everyone else has been very sweet. Thanks, keep up the good work!
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Chapter Three
Visionary
Alex pushed away from Tod and rushed toward the doorway that lead into the boarding tunnel. He was worried to see that very few members of his class remained in the lobby, but that wasn't going to stop him from keeping them off the plane. "That plane is gonna explode!" He cried, drawing everyone's attention to him.
Miss Lewton glared at him, stepping away from the straggling students she was hustling along and approached him. "Alex, this is not funny and completely uncalled for." She snapped, crossing her arms across her chest and attempting to appear like she was an authority figure.
"This is not a joke." Alex assured her, ignoring Tod's concerned questions, looking past Miss Lewton to his peers, who were gawking at him. Carter and Terry were among those that had yet to board the aircraft, along with Clear and a quiet girl, Kimberly Corman and her best friend Shania Macalister. "That plane is going down, you have to believe me, do not get on that plane!" He commanded, pleading much more desperately then he ever had before.
Carter broke away from Terry, stalking over to the frightened teenager. "Browning, if you don't shut the fuck up, I'll make sure you do." He hissed, grabbing hold of Alex's shirt collar and pulling him inches closer to him.
Alex wrenched away from the jock's grip, too worried about the safety of his classmates to be concerned about Carter's common threats. "Just listen to me! You cannot get on that plane!" He felt like he didn't have the energy to continue pleading, just praying that they would heed his desperate warning.
Clear was staring at him, eyes wide with something that wasn't surprise or interest, something more like fear; her heart beat harshly in her chest, adrenaline pumped through her veins. She felt like she had never been more frightened in her life, though she wasn't quite sure why because all she had been doing was standing in line waiting for them to check her ticket. Then she had felt an over-whelming wash of fear sweep over her and then Alex had started freaking out...
By this time, Alex's yelling had attracted more then the stares of his classmates, including the airport security, who were rushing into the lobby with the wing's manger at their feet. The manager took one look at Alex and decided that was where the commotion was stemming from and rushed over to him. "What the hell is going on here?" He snapped, approaching the now exhausted teenager, who only glanced at him warily. "This sort of humor is not appreciated young man."
Alex shook his head frowning. "It's not a joke. Get on that plane and get all of those people off, that fucking plane is going to explode!" He had suddenly found his energy again, sprouting from his worry and conviction. There was no doubt in his mind that Fight 180 was never going to reach Paris.
"That's it, no one in this lobby is getting aboard that plane, and this decision is final." The manager snapped, seeing no other coarse of action.
Carter looked at the man, his anger at Alex switching targets. "I paid for a trip to Paris and I plan on going on that god-damn trip!" He snapped, Terry adding her uncalled for agreement from behind her jock boyfriend.
"Not on this flight you're not." The manager retorted, slightly catching Carter by surprise, turning on his heel and heading toward the gate, sliding the door shut despite Shania Macalister's protests. Kimberly and Clear continued to remain silent, content for the moment to what the whole ordeal play out without them.
For a moment, the eight students didn't quite no what to do; it was obvious that there was nothing they could say to change the manager's mind, nothing to do to keep the plane from leaving without them. Valerie sighed, shoulders sagging as she motioned for the remaining students to gather around her. Only Alex and Clear remained where they stood, too anxious, exhausted and confused to move. "There's another flight in an hour, it gets in a little bit later but that's better then nothing, right?" She questioned, clearly waiting for the teenagers to respond. They had nothing for her and dispersed into their respective groups, Carter eyeing Alex, eyes filled with anger.
Valerie approached Alex, sighing deeply as she bit her bottom lip briefly. "Alex, what was all of that about?" She questioned, trying to sound sympathetic when she was truly worried and even a bit frightened. A tiny part of her almost believed what the boy had been saying but she wouldn't let that part become known.
It was Alex's turn to sigh, his gaze ticking over to the thick windows, where Flight 180 was just beginning to pull down the runway. "I don't know, it was like I saw it; I saw the plane explode. Then, I realized that I was still back in the lobby and I knew, I just knew that the plane was really going to explode." He confessed, not certain if the words made any sense.
Valerie wasn't quite sure what to say so she kept quiet, following Alex's gaze and watching the plane begin its take-off. Tod looked just as nervous as Alex and the teacher remembered that the boy's brother was on the plane, and she prayed that Alex was wrong.
Flight 180 lifted off the runway and into the velvet night sky, beginning its seven hour flight toward Paris. Alex watched the plane with growing relief; he had been wrong after all, the aircraft wasn't going to explode, it had only been a nightmare.
The next events would only take seconds to occur, but for everyone in the lobby, it would seem like a lifetime. The plane appeared to shake slightly as it gained altitude, rocking toward the right. Then, the plane was gone all together, replaced by a fireball, engulfing the craft and sending metal and debris rocketing through the air.
Seconds later, the plate glass windows before them shattered on impact of the explosion, sending glass shards into the lobby, littering the ground. Alex felt his eyes grow wide and his mouth drop open; he felt as though he could no longer stand on his feet, felt his body go numb. He was vaguely aware of someone's shocked cry, Terry's he believed, and beside him, a strangled sob escaped Valerie's throat.
Alex dropped to his knees, the sheer shock and surreal nature of the whole scene sinking in so fully that he could do nothing else. Aside from Valerie, no one else said anything, standing in stunned silence, listening to the shrill sirens of the rescue vehicles heading toward the scene of the crash.
The silence was broken by sudden sound of a voice, belonging to a very confused Billy Hitchcock. "Is it too late to get on the plane? The lock on my bathroom door was stuck and I couldn't get out and..." He trailed off, looking at the ground around him. "What did I miss?"
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The nine 'lucky' survivors sat in a back room attached to a wing of the airport, the only sound being that of the ticking wall clocks, all advertising times from different countries. Everyone was glaring at Alex, as though trying to sort him out, read his thoughts, except for Clear, who was only staring straight ahead. Finally, Alex could stand it no longer and said, "You're looking at me as if I caused this, I didn't cause this."
Valerie sighed, as though she was happy the silence had been broken. "Are there any survivors?" She asked him, hoping that his answer would be affirmative.
Tod looked over at his friend, eyes hopeful, praying for the sake of his brother. Alex hated the look he saw in his friend's eyes and wished he could say something other then, "How should I know?"
Everyone was silent once again and Alex was left to his own thoughts, trying to figure out why he had suffered the vision in the first place. He figured it had started in the morning, with his ominous feelings, which had only gotten worse.
* "The sky was dark this morning, not a bird in the trees. And silence hung suspicious and anxious like a blanket covered scream. " He sung quietly, unnoticed by those around him, pausing in his thoughts. "And I cursed the sky and begged the sun to fall all over me, this life's not living, living ain't free. If I can't find my way back to me, let the sun fall down over me.
"All my friends are searching, quiet, desperately; look into their eyes you'll see the faithless crying save me, save me, save me. And what are they to feel, who are they to be? And what am I to do with, do with me, but let the sun fall all over me, this life's not living, living ain't free. If I can't find my way back to me, let the sun fall down over me. Until my eyes cry out, 'til my head is free from doubt, 'til my lungs sigh right out. 'Til I'm wiser."
The entrance door opened and two middle-aged men dressed in suits walked in, their attention all ready fixed upon Alex. "If no one feels that they need any medial attention or spiritual counseling at this time then we'd like to ask you all a few questions." They paused, making sure Alex knew that there next words were aimed directly at him. "We need to begin our investigation into any criminal activity regarding the explosion."
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Okay, here's another chapter to tide everyone over, please review. I made up Shania's last name of course. I know the song I chose didn't exactly fit in every instance and a lot of people probably don't know it (it's a Fuel song) but it was the closest thing I could find. Also, I stared the beginning to song to signal its start. Please review!
Sorry it's taken me so long to update but I've been busy with school, writing a ballad for Lit class (which is now posted on fictionpress for your enjoyment) and writing my other fics but here is another chapter. I thought of a lot of ways to make this fic different from the movie so watch for that later. I like the reviews I've gotten so far, especially Dharke's reviews; go read them, they're hilarious and everyone else has been very sweet. Thanks, keep up the good work!
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Chapter Three
Visionary
Alex pushed away from Tod and rushed toward the doorway that lead into the boarding tunnel. He was worried to see that very few members of his class remained in the lobby, but that wasn't going to stop him from keeping them off the plane. "That plane is gonna explode!" He cried, drawing everyone's attention to him.
Miss Lewton glared at him, stepping away from the straggling students she was hustling along and approached him. "Alex, this is not funny and completely uncalled for." She snapped, crossing her arms across her chest and attempting to appear like she was an authority figure.
"This is not a joke." Alex assured her, ignoring Tod's concerned questions, looking past Miss Lewton to his peers, who were gawking at him. Carter and Terry were among those that had yet to board the aircraft, along with Clear and a quiet girl, Kimberly Corman and her best friend Shania Macalister. "That plane is going down, you have to believe me, do not get on that plane!" He commanded, pleading much more desperately then he ever had before.
Carter broke away from Terry, stalking over to the frightened teenager. "Browning, if you don't shut the fuck up, I'll make sure you do." He hissed, grabbing hold of Alex's shirt collar and pulling him inches closer to him.
Alex wrenched away from the jock's grip, too worried about the safety of his classmates to be concerned about Carter's common threats. "Just listen to me! You cannot get on that plane!" He felt like he didn't have the energy to continue pleading, just praying that they would heed his desperate warning.
Clear was staring at him, eyes wide with something that wasn't surprise or interest, something more like fear; her heart beat harshly in her chest, adrenaline pumped through her veins. She felt like she had never been more frightened in her life, though she wasn't quite sure why because all she had been doing was standing in line waiting for them to check her ticket. Then she had felt an over-whelming wash of fear sweep over her and then Alex had started freaking out...
By this time, Alex's yelling had attracted more then the stares of his classmates, including the airport security, who were rushing into the lobby with the wing's manger at their feet. The manager took one look at Alex and decided that was where the commotion was stemming from and rushed over to him. "What the hell is going on here?" He snapped, approaching the now exhausted teenager, who only glanced at him warily. "This sort of humor is not appreciated young man."
Alex shook his head frowning. "It's not a joke. Get on that plane and get all of those people off, that fucking plane is going to explode!" He had suddenly found his energy again, sprouting from his worry and conviction. There was no doubt in his mind that Fight 180 was never going to reach Paris.
"That's it, no one in this lobby is getting aboard that plane, and this decision is final." The manager snapped, seeing no other coarse of action.
Carter looked at the man, his anger at Alex switching targets. "I paid for a trip to Paris and I plan on going on that god-damn trip!" He snapped, Terry adding her uncalled for agreement from behind her jock boyfriend.
"Not on this flight you're not." The manager retorted, slightly catching Carter by surprise, turning on his heel and heading toward the gate, sliding the door shut despite Shania Macalister's protests. Kimberly and Clear continued to remain silent, content for the moment to what the whole ordeal play out without them.
For a moment, the eight students didn't quite no what to do; it was obvious that there was nothing they could say to change the manager's mind, nothing to do to keep the plane from leaving without them. Valerie sighed, shoulders sagging as she motioned for the remaining students to gather around her. Only Alex and Clear remained where they stood, too anxious, exhausted and confused to move. "There's another flight in an hour, it gets in a little bit later but that's better then nothing, right?" She questioned, clearly waiting for the teenagers to respond. They had nothing for her and dispersed into their respective groups, Carter eyeing Alex, eyes filled with anger.
Valerie approached Alex, sighing deeply as she bit her bottom lip briefly. "Alex, what was all of that about?" She questioned, trying to sound sympathetic when she was truly worried and even a bit frightened. A tiny part of her almost believed what the boy had been saying but she wouldn't let that part become known.
It was Alex's turn to sigh, his gaze ticking over to the thick windows, where Flight 180 was just beginning to pull down the runway. "I don't know, it was like I saw it; I saw the plane explode. Then, I realized that I was still back in the lobby and I knew, I just knew that the plane was really going to explode." He confessed, not certain if the words made any sense.
Valerie wasn't quite sure what to say so she kept quiet, following Alex's gaze and watching the plane begin its take-off. Tod looked just as nervous as Alex and the teacher remembered that the boy's brother was on the plane, and she prayed that Alex was wrong.
Flight 180 lifted off the runway and into the velvet night sky, beginning its seven hour flight toward Paris. Alex watched the plane with growing relief; he had been wrong after all, the aircraft wasn't going to explode, it had only been a nightmare.
The next events would only take seconds to occur, but for everyone in the lobby, it would seem like a lifetime. The plane appeared to shake slightly as it gained altitude, rocking toward the right. Then, the plane was gone all together, replaced by a fireball, engulfing the craft and sending metal and debris rocketing through the air.
Seconds later, the plate glass windows before them shattered on impact of the explosion, sending glass shards into the lobby, littering the ground. Alex felt his eyes grow wide and his mouth drop open; he felt as though he could no longer stand on his feet, felt his body go numb. He was vaguely aware of someone's shocked cry, Terry's he believed, and beside him, a strangled sob escaped Valerie's throat.
Alex dropped to his knees, the sheer shock and surreal nature of the whole scene sinking in so fully that he could do nothing else. Aside from Valerie, no one else said anything, standing in stunned silence, listening to the shrill sirens of the rescue vehicles heading toward the scene of the crash.
The silence was broken by sudden sound of a voice, belonging to a very confused Billy Hitchcock. "Is it too late to get on the plane? The lock on my bathroom door was stuck and I couldn't get out and..." He trailed off, looking at the ground around him. "What did I miss?"
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The nine 'lucky' survivors sat in a back room attached to a wing of the airport, the only sound being that of the ticking wall clocks, all advertising times from different countries. Everyone was glaring at Alex, as though trying to sort him out, read his thoughts, except for Clear, who was only staring straight ahead. Finally, Alex could stand it no longer and said, "You're looking at me as if I caused this, I didn't cause this."
Valerie sighed, as though she was happy the silence had been broken. "Are there any survivors?" She asked him, hoping that his answer would be affirmative.
Tod looked over at his friend, eyes hopeful, praying for the sake of his brother. Alex hated the look he saw in his friend's eyes and wished he could say something other then, "How should I know?"
Everyone was silent once again and Alex was left to his own thoughts, trying to figure out why he had suffered the vision in the first place. He figured it had started in the morning, with his ominous feelings, which had only gotten worse.
* "The sky was dark this morning, not a bird in the trees. And silence hung suspicious and anxious like a blanket covered scream. " He sung quietly, unnoticed by those around him, pausing in his thoughts. "And I cursed the sky and begged the sun to fall all over me, this life's not living, living ain't free. If I can't find my way back to me, let the sun fall down over me.
"All my friends are searching, quiet, desperately; look into their eyes you'll see the faithless crying save me, save me, save me. And what are they to feel, who are they to be? And what am I to do with, do with me, but let the sun fall all over me, this life's not living, living ain't free. If I can't find my way back to me, let the sun fall down over me. Until my eyes cry out, 'til my head is free from doubt, 'til my lungs sigh right out. 'Til I'm wiser."
The entrance door opened and two middle-aged men dressed in suits walked in, their attention all ready fixed upon Alex. "If no one feels that they need any medial attention or spiritual counseling at this time then we'd like to ask you all a few questions." They paused, making sure Alex knew that there next words were aimed directly at him. "We need to begin our investigation into any criminal activity regarding the explosion."
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Okay, here's another chapter to tide everyone over, please review. I made up Shania's last name of course. I know the song I chose didn't exactly fit in every instance and a lot of people probably don't know it (it's a Fuel song) but it was the closest thing I could find. Also, I stared the beginning to song to signal its start. Please review!