MilleniumGirl: Glad to see you're still reading ^_^
Marik: Yeah, other people would've stopped by now, so congrats, you get a thank you from MG.
MG: THANK YOU!!!! And a special to thanks to reviewers!!!
Bakura: Cliffies are ruling her stories. Turn back before it's too late!
MG: You know what? I'm gonna write you into a fanfic that has NOTHING BUT CLIFFIES.
Bakura: How is that supposed to work?
MG: BUAHAHAHA!!!
Marik: Anyhoo... Oh and just to warn you right now, there's stuff about blood and wounds and all that...
Bakura: Continue reading at your own risk.
MG: Aw, it's not that bad... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kaiba and Mokuba froze. The reality of it had begun to sink in. Mokuba screamed and hid behind Kaiba, but Kaiba stood his ground and looked upon the dead bodies.
They must have been murdered. But by whom? And how long ago?
The longer Kaiba stared, the more he began to realize something that made his heart bang against his rib cage with such force that he thought it would explode. Mokuba seemed to have noticed, too, for he went pale white and tried unsuccessfully to tear his eyes from the faces of the pilot and co-pilot.
The pilot and co-pilot had been dead for a long period of time. Kaiba could tell by the wounds on their hands and face, teeming with insects attracted to the smell of blood. The wounds also looked as though they had tried to heal themselves, but because of the body's lack of nutrition, the scabs had faded off, leaving the corpses' flesh in shreds. Kaiba made a guess that these two had been dead for hours. His skin went cold. How were they going to land this plane?
Or, the even more chilling question: How had they gotten in the air in the first place?
Kaiba began to back out of the cabin, slowly and without a word. Mokuba, scared speechless, backed out a little faster then his brother. In fact, Mokuba lost it completely and went flying down the hallway, yelling. He only was shushed when Kaiba caught up with him and covered his mouth, gently dragging him to an empty seat.
"Mokuba, it's O.K., calm down..." Kaiba said in a low whisper.
"SETO!! THEY WERE DEAD! HOW COULD THEY BE DEAD?!?" Mokuba screamed, starting to cut off the circulation in Kaiba's wrists.
"I don't know... But please, don't worry, there's some explanation..." he tried to explain, but Mokuba was beyond confused.
"S-Seto, I don't g-get it... T-this is way too c-creepy..." Mokuba said, giving Kaiba a "please don't say you don't get this either" look.
Kaiba took a deep breath. He thought for a second, then got an idea. "I think I know how we can figure out what happened. Wait here."
"No-o, Seto, I'm coming with you..." Mokuba said firmly, grabbing Kaiba's waist. Kaiba sighed again, and patiently pushed Mokuba off and back into the seat.
"Nothing will happen to you, I promise. Just wait here, please. I'd feel better if you did," he said, his eyes kind and comforting. Mokuba looked down and nodded. He couldn't disobey an order.
"Where are you going?" Mokuba said, looking up a little.
"The cockpit," Kaiba said quickly.
" NO SETO DON'T GO BACK THERE!!!!!!" Mokuba said frantically, jumping up out of his seat. "Those dead people... Seto, please don't!"
Kaiba shook his head. "Listen, Mokuba, those corpses can't hurt me... I'll be back soon, don't worry," he said, taking off down the hallway again.
Mokuba sat watching him leave. His eyes then met a gas mask, ominously hanging limply, like some dying... pilot. Mokuba shuddered, bringing his knees to his chest, wishing Seto would hurry up... And that he'd be O.K... There was a lot to worry about.
Meanwhile, Kaiba did his best to avoid looking at he corpses while digging around the cockpit area. He could hear the maggots crawling around, so he hurried up his search, succeeding when he brought out the plane's black box. Inside was a recording of everything that had been going on in the plane. They'd find out for sure what had happened.
While Kaiba hooked up the recording to the plane's intercom, being the technical genius that he is, he heard the chaos from the other parts of the plane. He guessed that some people had no clue what was going on, but insisted on screaming and fainting for the sake of intensifying the moment. He hoped Mokuba hadn't wandered off into the din of the cabin...
When he had finished his job, he returned to where he had last left Mokuba, and found him sitting wide-eyed in a little ball. Kaiba felt guilty for making him stay all by himself, but he reminded himself that his little brother would have been worse off in the cockpit with him, and... he shuddered.
Then, the intercom came on, and the passengers settled down to listen. Kaiba had hooked it up correctly, and it was playing loud and clear for everyone to hear.
"This is Dennis, your pilot, speaking... I know we're having some rough turbulence, but please remain calm, I'll take us out of this storm right away..."
Kaiba realized that the pilot, Dennis, was the one sitting dead in the cockpit, and he had given this announcement at an earlier time... almost and hour ago... during the storm...
"Please, people, remain calm... flight attendants, please make sure you sit down, wherever you are..."
"Oh Lord..."
" Where's the end to this storm..."
Now Dennis was talking to his co-pilot. None of the passengers of the previous flight had heard any of this.
" John... contact the airport... What? I-it's just static?"
"No, I've got something..."
"What?"
"They're asking... listen, Dennis..."
The voice of a man at the airport came on.
"Flight 145, I repeat, Flight 145, do you read?"
"Roger. This is Dennis."
"Are you in the clear?"
"..."
"No, we are not in the clear. We're trapped in the storm... it's a miracle you could even contact us."
" Are you stable?"
"No."
"... Flight 145, do you think you'll be able to make it?"
"...no."
A long pause. Then the voice on the frequency came back on.
" This is the St. Francis Airport... Flight 145 is down. I repeat, Flight 145 is down."
Static. Screaming. Yelling. Thunder booming. And a wretched noise, like a car wreck, as the plane went down, destroyed by the storm. The passengers, pilot Dennis, co-pilot John, all destroyed with the plane.
And the current passengers, including Kaiba, eyes wide with shock, and Mokuba, pale and shaking, stood speechless.
If Flight 145 had already gone down in a storm an hour ago...
How could they be flying in it? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MG: Heheheheheheh...
Bakura: Evil cliffies of doom...
MG: I'd watch what you say if I were you, Bakura... Anyway, I hoped you liked this chapter! Do not worry, the story's not over yet...
Marik: Shame. If it were over, you could go read happy fanfics that make you laugh...
MG: I think I heard you and Bakura's yamis laughing! I know that's different, but... please review ^______^
Marik: Yeah, other people would've stopped by now, so congrats, you get a thank you from MG.
MG: THANK YOU!!!! And a special to thanks to reviewers!!!
Bakura: Cliffies are ruling her stories. Turn back before it's too late!
MG: You know what? I'm gonna write you into a fanfic that has NOTHING BUT CLIFFIES.
Bakura: How is that supposed to work?
MG: BUAHAHAHA!!!
Marik: Anyhoo... Oh and just to warn you right now, there's stuff about blood and wounds and all that...
Bakura: Continue reading at your own risk.
MG: Aw, it's not that bad... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kaiba and Mokuba froze. The reality of it had begun to sink in. Mokuba screamed and hid behind Kaiba, but Kaiba stood his ground and looked upon the dead bodies.
They must have been murdered. But by whom? And how long ago?
The longer Kaiba stared, the more he began to realize something that made his heart bang against his rib cage with such force that he thought it would explode. Mokuba seemed to have noticed, too, for he went pale white and tried unsuccessfully to tear his eyes from the faces of the pilot and co-pilot.
The pilot and co-pilot had been dead for a long period of time. Kaiba could tell by the wounds on their hands and face, teeming with insects attracted to the smell of blood. The wounds also looked as though they had tried to heal themselves, but because of the body's lack of nutrition, the scabs had faded off, leaving the corpses' flesh in shreds. Kaiba made a guess that these two had been dead for hours. His skin went cold. How were they going to land this plane?
Or, the even more chilling question: How had they gotten in the air in the first place?
Kaiba began to back out of the cabin, slowly and without a word. Mokuba, scared speechless, backed out a little faster then his brother. In fact, Mokuba lost it completely and went flying down the hallway, yelling. He only was shushed when Kaiba caught up with him and covered his mouth, gently dragging him to an empty seat.
"Mokuba, it's O.K., calm down..." Kaiba said in a low whisper.
"SETO!! THEY WERE DEAD! HOW COULD THEY BE DEAD?!?" Mokuba screamed, starting to cut off the circulation in Kaiba's wrists.
"I don't know... But please, don't worry, there's some explanation..." he tried to explain, but Mokuba was beyond confused.
"S-Seto, I don't g-get it... T-this is way too c-creepy..." Mokuba said, giving Kaiba a "please don't say you don't get this either" look.
Kaiba took a deep breath. He thought for a second, then got an idea. "I think I know how we can figure out what happened. Wait here."
"No-o, Seto, I'm coming with you..." Mokuba said firmly, grabbing Kaiba's waist. Kaiba sighed again, and patiently pushed Mokuba off and back into the seat.
"Nothing will happen to you, I promise. Just wait here, please. I'd feel better if you did," he said, his eyes kind and comforting. Mokuba looked down and nodded. He couldn't disobey an order.
"Where are you going?" Mokuba said, looking up a little.
"The cockpit," Kaiba said quickly.
" NO SETO DON'T GO BACK THERE!!!!!!" Mokuba said frantically, jumping up out of his seat. "Those dead people... Seto, please don't!"
Kaiba shook his head. "Listen, Mokuba, those corpses can't hurt me... I'll be back soon, don't worry," he said, taking off down the hallway again.
Mokuba sat watching him leave. His eyes then met a gas mask, ominously hanging limply, like some dying... pilot. Mokuba shuddered, bringing his knees to his chest, wishing Seto would hurry up... And that he'd be O.K... There was a lot to worry about.
Meanwhile, Kaiba did his best to avoid looking at he corpses while digging around the cockpit area. He could hear the maggots crawling around, so he hurried up his search, succeeding when he brought out the plane's black box. Inside was a recording of everything that had been going on in the plane. They'd find out for sure what had happened.
While Kaiba hooked up the recording to the plane's intercom, being the technical genius that he is, he heard the chaos from the other parts of the plane. He guessed that some people had no clue what was going on, but insisted on screaming and fainting for the sake of intensifying the moment. He hoped Mokuba hadn't wandered off into the din of the cabin...
When he had finished his job, he returned to where he had last left Mokuba, and found him sitting wide-eyed in a little ball. Kaiba felt guilty for making him stay all by himself, but he reminded himself that his little brother would have been worse off in the cockpit with him, and... he shuddered.
Then, the intercom came on, and the passengers settled down to listen. Kaiba had hooked it up correctly, and it was playing loud and clear for everyone to hear.
"This is Dennis, your pilot, speaking... I know we're having some rough turbulence, but please remain calm, I'll take us out of this storm right away..."
Kaiba realized that the pilot, Dennis, was the one sitting dead in the cockpit, and he had given this announcement at an earlier time... almost and hour ago... during the storm...
"Please, people, remain calm... flight attendants, please make sure you sit down, wherever you are..."
"Oh Lord..."
" Where's the end to this storm..."
Now Dennis was talking to his co-pilot. None of the passengers of the previous flight had heard any of this.
" John... contact the airport... What? I-it's just static?"
"No, I've got something..."
"What?"
"They're asking... listen, Dennis..."
The voice of a man at the airport came on.
"Flight 145, I repeat, Flight 145, do you read?"
"Roger. This is Dennis."
"Are you in the clear?"
"..."
"No, we are not in the clear. We're trapped in the storm... it's a miracle you could even contact us."
" Are you stable?"
"No."
"... Flight 145, do you think you'll be able to make it?"
"...no."
A long pause. Then the voice on the frequency came back on.
" This is the St. Francis Airport... Flight 145 is down. I repeat, Flight 145 is down."
Static. Screaming. Yelling. Thunder booming. And a wretched noise, like a car wreck, as the plane went down, destroyed by the storm. The passengers, pilot Dennis, co-pilot John, all destroyed with the plane.
And the current passengers, including Kaiba, eyes wide with shock, and Mokuba, pale and shaking, stood speechless.
If Flight 145 had already gone down in a storm an hour ago...
How could they be flying in it? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MG: Heheheheheheh...
Bakura: Evil cliffies of doom...
MG: I'd watch what you say if I were you, Bakura... Anyway, I hoped you liked this chapter! Do not worry, the story's not over yet...
Marik: Shame. If it were over, you could go read happy fanfics that make you laugh...
MG: I think I heard you and Bakura's yamis laughing! I know that's different, but... please review ^______^