A/N: Sorry it took so long to update ^^; I just...needed to take a break
for a little while. Anyway, thanks to everyone who's reviewed this ^_^
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"Please...don't panic..."
Caitie felt her breath catch in her throat as her heart nearly stopped. Her tongue no longer able to form words, she glanced up at Jamie in wide- eyed terror.
"I...I'm sure everything's going to be perfectly okay," he stammered, though it seemed he was still trying to convice himself that.
Hank ripped off his head phones. "What ever it is...it can't be good."
The plane's captain took a deep breath and continued, "Well...it seems...there's a problem with the fuel tanks...a leak or something..and, well...we're almost out. We have enough to keep going for a little while. Um, no worries though, we'll just have to make a quick stop somewhere, nothing big, and sorry about this." There was a slight scratching sound as he fumbled putting the transmitter away, and before he shut it off completely, his low muttering could be heard, "Hopefully we'll be able to make it to the nearest airport..."
Frightened gasps issued from all the passengers, the loudest from Caitie.
"It...it'll be okay, we'll be fine," Jamie tried to console her, but Caitie was having none of it.
"Jamie!" She shrieked. "What happened to 'airplanes are fun!' or 'I've flown loads of times and I've made it back okay'?! Huh?! And what kind of a stupid lie were you feeding me when you said the odds of us crashing were very slim?!"
"Caitie! Calm down, we're not going to crash-"
"CRASH!?" A lady screamed from two rows behind them. "Crash?! We can't crash! I'm four months pregnant! I'm flying out to meed my husband in Hawaii! We just got married a year ago and we're spending our anniversary there! I can't die! Not yet! Please, not yet!" She began crying histerically and one of the flight attendants quickly tried to calm her down.
Caitie, looking fairly pale and fairly sick, slouched down low in her seat, seemingly resigned to her fate.
Jamie squeezed her hand determinedly. "We're not going to die."
"Yeah," Hank laughed nervously. "I mean, we're just going to stop for more gas...everything will work out."
Meanwhile, in front of them, Jason was getting worried and demanding the frantic stewardesses to find out exactly how much fuel was left and how far away the nearest airport was. Val was whispering a silent prayer to herself, and Tyler seemed too stunned for words.
How serious was this error? Were their lives really in danger?
Jamie looked out the window at the far away ground below them. As far as he could see, a vast forestland stretched completely to the mountainous horizon, covering the earth with leaves of various colours. There were no visible signs of human civilization, save for a few lonely houses thrown in here and there between the thick growths of trees. They must have been flying over the Appalachian Mountains. If that was true, then the nearest airport was probably at least an hour or more away.
Would their gas supply last that long?
Jamie felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. This vacation in Hawaii was supposed to be fun.
Worrying that in less than an hour you could be dead was anything but fun.
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The plane continued on for another twenty-five minutes, all the passengers scared into silence. Nerves were frayed and everyone was on edge as they waited anxiously for news of their current dilemma. Finally, there was a click as the intercom turned back on and the captain spoke.
"Ladies and gentlemen...I'm sorry, but since the closest airport is still quite a ways away, and our fuel source is nearly in the depletion zone...It doesn't look like we're going to make it. As you have most likely noticed, the trees underneath us aren't going to make an emergency landing any easier. But there's nothing else we can do. I'll try my best to keep going as far as I can and look for a clearing we can land smoothly in, though I'm not sure how much further this thing will go. Whatever happens...I'm sorry you had to go through this."
The response to this announcement was utter chaos. People began screaming, crying, shouting, praying...
And as this went on, the rotating fans inside the engines slowly wound down, until they finally stopped. The plane coasted on for a little while, then gradually slipped into a nose-dive as it began plummeting downwards like a falling stone.
Caitie let out a blood-curling scream as gravity pinned her effortlessly to the back of her chair. The earth seemed to be moving just as fast as they were, rushing up to meet them at an alarming speed...
There was a defening explosion on impact and she was thrown forward. The last thing she remembered was a burst of white-hot pain as her head was bashed against the tray table of the seat in front of her, then everything went black.
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Tyler moaned, rubbing the sore, bleeding cut above his left eye. He looked around groggilly for a moment, forgetting what had just happened. Then, when the twisted, jagged metal pieces all around him came into focus, everything flooded back to him. "Oh my God," he muttered, trying to steady his swimming head.
"Oh, you're up."
"Hmm?" Tyler forced his eyes to focus on the figure standing in the middle of the aisle. "J...Jason?"
"Yeah."
"Is anyone else - Val!"
"She's dead, I already checked."
"D-Dead?!" He stammered. A wave of icy-cold disbelief rushed over him as he examined the still form of his former girlfriend beside him. Her head was tilted forward unnaturally, and a trickle of blood was leaking out from the corner of her partially opened mouth. A steady stream of crimson also dripped from somewhere above her hair lie, staining her signature golden blond locks. There were no signs of life. "No...No!"
"I'm sorry, man."
Tyler looked up at the third voice and sighed with relief at the moving figure of his best friend. "Hank! Thank God at least you're okay." He got up and, trembling, wormed his way past the morbid body of Val and joined the two guys in the narrow aisle. "What about Jamie? And Caitie?"
"Jamie's fine," Hank answered. "He came to about five minutes before you did. We're...uh...still waiting on Caitie."
Tyler's eyes fell upon the wretched form of his other friend. He was pretty scratched up, still sitting in his seat, sobbing pitifully and clutching Caitie's limp arm to his chest, rocking back and forth and calling out her name every time he could catch his breath.
"Jamie..."
"No Hank!" he shouted back, sharply. "She's not dead! Only unconcious...she's still breathing! Damn it, I swear she's still breathing!"
Tyler felt an overwhelming sense of pity for poor Jamie. What if she never did wake? What if she really was dead? He would probably crack; go insane and try to murder himself... But as he was pondering this, her eyelids fluttered, fingers twitched, and a slight groan escaped her throat.
"Caitie!" Jamie yelped with joy, leaping to his feet.
She stirred and rubbed groggilly at her eyes. "What...what happened?"
"Caitie! God, you're alive! You had me so worried!" Jamie wrapped his arms around her in a big bear hug. "We were in a plane crash, and-"
"Plane crash?!" She jerked away from him, suddenly wide awake. All she could do was stare wordlessly at the horrendous scene around her. "Oh my God!" Her hand went to her mouth, fingers splayed.
"And...Val didn't make it," Jason said bluntly.
"What?!" She shoved past Jamie rather roughly and stopped in front of Val. "Holy...holy shit...This can not be happening! Val can not be dead!" Tears began streaming down her face as she backed up a step. "No! This has to be some awful nightmare! Val...dead...a plane wreck...are we the only survivors?"
"We should check back in the coach section," Tyler suggested, the idea just coming to him.
"Uh...already been done," Jason raised his hands, hopelessly. "...You don't want to go back there." Tyler felt his heart jump up to his throat as Jason explained, "Seems the fuel tanks and tail engines back there exploded on impact...It's not a pretty sight. Trust me."
"So we were lucky," Jamie said in awe. "We actually survived a tragedy like this..."
"Lucky?" Caitie spat conteptuously. "You call this lucky? We're stranded in a dense forest, who knows where, with only what little supplies we can salvage from this wreck, and my best friend is already dead..." She smiled wryly. "Oh yes, we're very lucky."
"Come on, Caitie," Hank shifted uncomfortably. "At least we're alive."
"Right...and who's he?" she motioned towards the blonde-haired punk.
"I'm Jason...one of your 'lucky survivors.'"
"...I see..." She eyed him warily. Normally she would have fit right in with such a pierced-face rebel, but something about him just screamed he was not to be trusted...
"Um..." Hank broke the silence. "I don't mean to ruin the mood or anything, but can we leave? I mean, I don't want to be here if the rest of this tin can blows up or caves in or something...and besides, all these dead bodies are making me nautious..."
"Good point," Jamie agreed. He made his way to the front of the aircraft, trying his best to keep from thinking about the numerous bloody bodies all around him. He managed to kick open the dented, broken door, then motioned for his friends to follow him as he jumped the short distance to the forest floor. Jason jumped down after him, then Hank, and Caitie, with Tyler bringing up the rear.
The varsity football player paused for a moment in front of row three, gazing down whistfully at the girl he once loved. She still looked beautiful, in a grotesque sort of way... He felt tears welling up in his baby blue eyes and he chewed on his bottom lip, desparately trying to keep them down. "Good bye, Val," He whispered, taking one last, long look at the lifeless cheerleader.
And with that, he left her side, joining the other four remaining survivors outside in the unfamiliar wilderness.
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A/N: Please review...would it be asking for too much if I said 20 reviews and I'll continue? Please review...think of it as a birthday present for me, as it's my birthday this Friday (Nov. 21) :D Thanks a bunch!
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"Please...don't panic..."
Caitie felt her breath catch in her throat as her heart nearly stopped. Her tongue no longer able to form words, she glanced up at Jamie in wide- eyed terror.
"I...I'm sure everything's going to be perfectly okay," he stammered, though it seemed he was still trying to convice himself that.
Hank ripped off his head phones. "What ever it is...it can't be good."
The plane's captain took a deep breath and continued, "Well...it seems...there's a problem with the fuel tanks...a leak or something..and, well...we're almost out. We have enough to keep going for a little while. Um, no worries though, we'll just have to make a quick stop somewhere, nothing big, and sorry about this." There was a slight scratching sound as he fumbled putting the transmitter away, and before he shut it off completely, his low muttering could be heard, "Hopefully we'll be able to make it to the nearest airport..."
Frightened gasps issued from all the passengers, the loudest from Caitie.
"It...it'll be okay, we'll be fine," Jamie tried to console her, but Caitie was having none of it.
"Jamie!" She shrieked. "What happened to 'airplanes are fun!' or 'I've flown loads of times and I've made it back okay'?! Huh?! And what kind of a stupid lie were you feeding me when you said the odds of us crashing were very slim?!"
"Caitie! Calm down, we're not going to crash-"
"CRASH!?" A lady screamed from two rows behind them. "Crash?! We can't crash! I'm four months pregnant! I'm flying out to meed my husband in Hawaii! We just got married a year ago and we're spending our anniversary there! I can't die! Not yet! Please, not yet!" She began crying histerically and one of the flight attendants quickly tried to calm her down.
Caitie, looking fairly pale and fairly sick, slouched down low in her seat, seemingly resigned to her fate.
Jamie squeezed her hand determinedly. "We're not going to die."
"Yeah," Hank laughed nervously. "I mean, we're just going to stop for more gas...everything will work out."
Meanwhile, in front of them, Jason was getting worried and demanding the frantic stewardesses to find out exactly how much fuel was left and how far away the nearest airport was. Val was whispering a silent prayer to herself, and Tyler seemed too stunned for words.
How serious was this error? Were their lives really in danger?
Jamie looked out the window at the far away ground below them. As far as he could see, a vast forestland stretched completely to the mountainous horizon, covering the earth with leaves of various colours. There were no visible signs of human civilization, save for a few lonely houses thrown in here and there between the thick growths of trees. They must have been flying over the Appalachian Mountains. If that was true, then the nearest airport was probably at least an hour or more away.
Would their gas supply last that long?
Jamie felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. This vacation in Hawaii was supposed to be fun.
Worrying that in less than an hour you could be dead was anything but fun.
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The plane continued on for another twenty-five minutes, all the passengers scared into silence. Nerves were frayed and everyone was on edge as they waited anxiously for news of their current dilemma. Finally, there was a click as the intercom turned back on and the captain spoke.
"Ladies and gentlemen...I'm sorry, but since the closest airport is still quite a ways away, and our fuel source is nearly in the depletion zone...It doesn't look like we're going to make it. As you have most likely noticed, the trees underneath us aren't going to make an emergency landing any easier. But there's nothing else we can do. I'll try my best to keep going as far as I can and look for a clearing we can land smoothly in, though I'm not sure how much further this thing will go. Whatever happens...I'm sorry you had to go through this."
The response to this announcement was utter chaos. People began screaming, crying, shouting, praying...
And as this went on, the rotating fans inside the engines slowly wound down, until they finally stopped. The plane coasted on for a little while, then gradually slipped into a nose-dive as it began plummeting downwards like a falling stone.
Caitie let out a blood-curling scream as gravity pinned her effortlessly to the back of her chair. The earth seemed to be moving just as fast as they were, rushing up to meet them at an alarming speed...
There was a defening explosion on impact and she was thrown forward. The last thing she remembered was a burst of white-hot pain as her head was bashed against the tray table of the seat in front of her, then everything went black.
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Tyler moaned, rubbing the sore, bleeding cut above his left eye. He looked around groggilly for a moment, forgetting what had just happened. Then, when the twisted, jagged metal pieces all around him came into focus, everything flooded back to him. "Oh my God," he muttered, trying to steady his swimming head.
"Oh, you're up."
"Hmm?" Tyler forced his eyes to focus on the figure standing in the middle of the aisle. "J...Jason?"
"Yeah."
"Is anyone else - Val!"
"She's dead, I already checked."
"D-Dead?!" He stammered. A wave of icy-cold disbelief rushed over him as he examined the still form of his former girlfriend beside him. Her head was tilted forward unnaturally, and a trickle of blood was leaking out from the corner of her partially opened mouth. A steady stream of crimson also dripped from somewhere above her hair lie, staining her signature golden blond locks. There were no signs of life. "No...No!"
"I'm sorry, man."
Tyler looked up at the third voice and sighed with relief at the moving figure of his best friend. "Hank! Thank God at least you're okay." He got up and, trembling, wormed his way past the morbid body of Val and joined the two guys in the narrow aisle. "What about Jamie? And Caitie?"
"Jamie's fine," Hank answered. "He came to about five minutes before you did. We're...uh...still waiting on Caitie."
Tyler's eyes fell upon the wretched form of his other friend. He was pretty scratched up, still sitting in his seat, sobbing pitifully and clutching Caitie's limp arm to his chest, rocking back and forth and calling out her name every time he could catch his breath.
"Jamie..."
"No Hank!" he shouted back, sharply. "She's not dead! Only unconcious...she's still breathing! Damn it, I swear she's still breathing!"
Tyler felt an overwhelming sense of pity for poor Jamie. What if she never did wake? What if she really was dead? He would probably crack; go insane and try to murder himself... But as he was pondering this, her eyelids fluttered, fingers twitched, and a slight groan escaped her throat.
"Caitie!" Jamie yelped with joy, leaping to his feet.
She stirred and rubbed groggilly at her eyes. "What...what happened?"
"Caitie! God, you're alive! You had me so worried!" Jamie wrapped his arms around her in a big bear hug. "We were in a plane crash, and-"
"Plane crash?!" She jerked away from him, suddenly wide awake. All she could do was stare wordlessly at the horrendous scene around her. "Oh my God!" Her hand went to her mouth, fingers splayed.
"And...Val didn't make it," Jason said bluntly.
"What?!" She shoved past Jamie rather roughly and stopped in front of Val. "Holy...holy shit...This can not be happening! Val can not be dead!" Tears began streaming down her face as she backed up a step. "No! This has to be some awful nightmare! Val...dead...a plane wreck...are we the only survivors?"
"We should check back in the coach section," Tyler suggested, the idea just coming to him.
"Uh...already been done," Jason raised his hands, hopelessly. "...You don't want to go back there." Tyler felt his heart jump up to his throat as Jason explained, "Seems the fuel tanks and tail engines back there exploded on impact...It's not a pretty sight. Trust me."
"So we were lucky," Jamie said in awe. "We actually survived a tragedy like this..."
"Lucky?" Caitie spat conteptuously. "You call this lucky? We're stranded in a dense forest, who knows where, with only what little supplies we can salvage from this wreck, and my best friend is already dead..." She smiled wryly. "Oh yes, we're very lucky."
"Come on, Caitie," Hank shifted uncomfortably. "At least we're alive."
"Right...and who's he?" she motioned towards the blonde-haired punk.
"I'm Jason...one of your 'lucky survivors.'"
"...I see..." She eyed him warily. Normally she would have fit right in with such a pierced-face rebel, but something about him just screamed he was not to be trusted...
"Um..." Hank broke the silence. "I don't mean to ruin the mood or anything, but can we leave? I mean, I don't want to be here if the rest of this tin can blows up or caves in or something...and besides, all these dead bodies are making me nautious..."
"Good point," Jamie agreed. He made his way to the front of the aircraft, trying his best to keep from thinking about the numerous bloody bodies all around him. He managed to kick open the dented, broken door, then motioned for his friends to follow him as he jumped the short distance to the forest floor. Jason jumped down after him, then Hank, and Caitie, with Tyler bringing up the rear.
The varsity football player paused for a moment in front of row three, gazing down whistfully at the girl he once loved. She still looked beautiful, in a grotesque sort of way... He felt tears welling up in his baby blue eyes and he chewed on his bottom lip, desparately trying to keep them down. "Good bye, Val," He whispered, taking one last, long look at the lifeless cheerleader.
And with that, he left her side, joining the other four remaining survivors outside in the unfamiliar wilderness.
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A/N: Please review...would it be asking for too much if I said 20 reviews and I'll continue? Please review...think of it as a birthday present for me, as it's my birthday this Friday (Nov. 21) :D Thanks a bunch!