MilleniumGirl: THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH REVIEWERS!!!!!!!! Thank you readers, too, but the reviewers were great! I'll write another story because you guys liked this one so much!
Bakura: Great. Ooh, can I be on a zombie plane in your next story? And in case you missed it I'm being sarcastic...
MG: I'm ignoring you! Well, at the end of the story, I'm not going to say anything because I want to leave you thinking...
Bakura: NO!!!!!!!!!!!
MG: Yes! So please review after you read!
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Everyone in the first class section froze. There was no sound. The passengers were too horrified to even gasp. It was as if their breath had been snatched right out of them.
The flight attendant lifted her eyes. She wore a shredded gray uniform covered in blood and skin. The thumping had been caused by her lack of leg, and she hopped one step further up the corridor with her left.
Kaiba backed up. Her eyes, which he had tried to avoid at first, had now met his. They had a hollow emptiness to them, like a deep vortex... Kaiba felt himself being pulled into those eyes... He grabbed the back of the seat in front of him to steady himself, and tried to move his head, but found he couldn't... The flight attendant's vortexes begin to spin...
Mokuba yelled and pushed the flight attendant over. Kaiba snapped back into reality and drew breath as he watched Mokuba knock the flight attendant over, quickly withdrawing back to Kaiba after he had done so. Mokuba grabbed his arm. Kaiba felt his circulation being cut off again, but he took no notice. He instead was watching the flight attendant, whom had hefted herself to her foot again.
What she did next made everyone withdraw in fear. Her eyes, dripping with blood and makeup, grew to an enormous size, the back vortexes spinning madly. Then, her pupils shrank to tiny pinpoints, focusing themselves on Mokuba. The pupils dilated and turned a sinister red color. She advanced toward the little Kaiba, who retreated behind his big brother.
Suddenly, the zombie shrieked as she was pushed down yet again, this time by a man who had snuck up behind her. He couldn't even believe what he was doing. Kaiba felt relief that the attacker was being hindered, and shielded Mokuba in case she lunged...
She did lunge, but not at Mokuba. The shrieking zombie sprang up at the man, and her pupils shrank and dilated once again. Then, she opened her mouth and held out her palms toward him. The man could not move. He was lost in her eyes. Like a fly caught in a spider's web, the man struggled, but she bore down upon him. Her open mouth revealed several sharp teeth and a long wormlike tongue. Her palms split, revealing a gaping hole, dark and transfixing like her eyes. The zombie's hair floated up as she bent over the man, who screamed and tried to cover his eyes...
In a flash of light the man was gone. Kaiba, who thought he should pay the man back for saving Mokuba's life, realized his chance was gone as well. The flight attendant licked her lips and rose. She glowed with an eerie yellow light, and her vortexes became iridescent, slowly fading back to black.
The passengers were horrified. They had just witnessed a man be discarded of by a zombie flight attendant on a plane with a will of its own. And now...
The flight attendant was after them. Her eyes turned completely black as she advanced up the aisle. Everyone scattered, fleeing farther toward the front like insects. They were her prey. Kaiba, becoming aware that she had lost interest in his brother, began to inch slowly behind her, keeping Mokuba behind his back at all times. They were almost to the door out of the first class area when Kaiba heard a thump. The hair on the back of his neck pricked up as the zombie turned to face him.
Her pupils dilated.
Kaiba narrowed his eyes.
They shrunk.
Kaiba focused on his target: the zombie's good leg.
Her palms opened up, and she shrieked.
Mokuba gasped and clung to Kaiba's arm.
Kaiba took a deep breath...
He jumped toward the zombie, knocking her flat, and into a position where she could not get up easily. With Mokuba flailing behind him, he dashed up the aisle and into the cockpit, the only area available to hide inside. Dennis and John rested and rotted in their seats. Kaiba decided firmly that he was going to land this plane, or die trying. He hoped the zombie was not after them...
Mokuba knew what his big brother was going to do, and silently pleaded with him...
" Mokuba," Kaiba said firmly, " I might be able to pull this off. That or we'll both be devoured by the flight attendant. Please. Trust me."
Mokuba trusted him. Kaiba threw Dennis unceremoniously out of his seat and grabbed the controls, his eyes flicking from switch to switch. This would be just like flying a helicopter... except larger, and in a storm... not to mention the flight attendant zombie, who could be heard screeching in the corridor behind them... Kaiba took a deep breath and pressed the engine button, flicking switches with a rapid pace that confused Mokuba more than he already was. He hoped that he would be alive long enough to have his big brother teach him how...
It wasn't working. None of the buttons responded, and the familiar purr of the engine was gone... replaced, Kaiba thought, by the hollow screams of the zombie... He bean to punch in an emergency code, hoping the plane would start up...
Mokuba couldn't help but fidget. There were two dead people crawling with maggots next to him. There was a soul-sucking flight attendant zombie with dilating iridescent pupils in the room behind him. His beloved big brother was trying to land the ghost plane in a storm when the plane wasn't even running in the first place.
There was only one thing to do. He gave Kaiba a hug, and Kaiba hugged him back as everything began to spin. The cockpit became as black as the zombie's eyes, and the Kaiba's senses ceased to exist.
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Kaiba woke up in a bed. As soon as his eyes adjusted, he found himself in a brightly lit room. Mokuba was in a bed next to him, his small chest rising up and down. Kaiba relaxed slightly before the events of the plane hit him. He sat straight up and shook his head, wondering what had happened. As if on cue, a doctor appeared in the doorway.
"Mr. Kaiba? May I come in?" he said, his hand at the door. Kaiba nodded yes. "Are you feeling alright?"
Kaiba stared blankly at him "What happened?" he said gruffly.
The doctor pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Well, I'm not really sure. I was hoping you could tell me."
Kaiba was confused. "There was a plane..." he began
The doctor nodded. "Yes, you and several others, including this little one," he said, gesturing to Mokuba, " were found at an airport. Someone called in saying you had gone delirious..."
"But... It happened, I was there!" Kaiba said, hopping up. "Flight 145... Gate 18..."
The doctor put a hand on Kaiba's arm. " That's what the rest of them said... All the passengers waiting for that flight were having some weird hallucinations. People waiting for other flights say they got up out of their seats, their eyes all glazed over, and began to walk toward the gate, which you know was closed, the planes were delayed because of the storm... And then, you and the other passengers... started doing odd things, like you thought something else was happening." The doctor adjusted his glasses again. "Very odd indeed..." he began to ramble out symptoms and medication, but Kaiba was not listening.
But it had happened. There was one way to be sure...
"Doctor," Kaiba said abruptly, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Is there a man in this hospital... that was with the rest of us..." Kaiba described the man who had been destroyed by the flight attendant. The doctor shook his head no.
"In fact, several of the people who were supposed to be on that flight disappeared... we think they're still at the airport somewhere," the doctor said.
But Kaiba knew that wasn't true.
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Somewhere on the other side of the country, 120 innocent passengers walked through Gate 18 onto Flight 145.