Title:

The Mind is a Dangerous Place


Chapter 3: Lock & Key

A beeping was heard and Jefferson immediately woke up. He breathed in deeply and looked down at his watch that was beating.

"Show time." He stated to himself.

He turned towards April, and smirked as he watched her unseeing eyes stared out.

He noticed that there was an older man with no hair sitting next to her.

He was sleeping, and Jefferson figured that he was no threat.

He looked down the hallway and saw no one. He unbuckled himself and looked up to the signs above. The "Seat belt' sign was off.

He got up and walked down the hall towards the front of the plane.

"Excuse me; I appear to have left my suitcase with my daughters' wheelchair. May one of you beauties help me to retrieve it?" Jefferson smoothly asked the female attendance.

The blushed and one of them got up. "We placed the wheelchairs over here sir."

She then pointed towards the corner, where two wheelchairs were leaning on each other.

"Thank you." He said as he walked towards the wheelchairs. Suddenly the plane lurched.

Jefferson braced himself on the wall and tried to keep his balance as the plane began to tremble uncontrollably.

"4,8,15,16,23,42!" A voice screamed out.

"FUCK!" Jefferson cursed as he knew who was screaming out those words.

Before:

After Jefferson left, the older man who was sitting next to April woke up.

He looked around and his eyes looked down at the girl next to him.

He had watched the other man carry her to the seat, and knew that she was very much like him. Forever stuck to be on a wheelchair.

But looking her over, with grim acknowledgment he knew that this girl was far worse than him.

At least he could speak, and move his upper body; this girl looked like she was trapped within herself. Never to control herself.

"Hello." He spoke towards the girl.

She didn't even blink. Like she didn't even acknowledge him. But the man knew that just because someone didn't show the signs of listening, that didn't mean that they couldn't hear.

"My name is Locke…" But Locke didn't finish because the girl suddenly went into a fit of seizures.

Locke stared at the girl for a second before he rapped his arms around her and tried to keep her still, when she just stopped all together.

He heard hard breathing and he unwrapped his arms around the girl to look at her.

His eyes expanded to twice there size. She was moving, her eyes staring around her in confusion and fear. She began to twist her hands together and kept on looking around and blinking rapidly.

She suddenly turned her gaze towards Locke. Intelligent hazel eyes stared back at his eyes.

"We are in danger Mr. Locke. We have to turn this plane around." She spoke out in a rush, like someone who had a brain that was faster than the mouth.

Suddenly the plane lurched and began to tremble.

"What? How are you able to…?" But he was interrupted by her again.

"No time…any time; must turn around…before it's too…" Suddenly her hazel eyes clouded over, and Locke knew that he saw sparks crisscross within her eyes.

Suddenly she began to speak, but like a recording. She slowly began to speak out a series of numbers. There were six numbers in all and then she suddenly screamed them out.

He heard someone curse out loud from somewhere in the front. He couldn't see anything, but he didn't have to when the man who was with the girl earlier came storming up the path.

Suddenly oxygen masks popped down from the ceiling. Locke grabbed for one and placed it around the girls' mouth and secured it.

When he knew that she was breathing, he grabbed for one for himself.

"FOX…WAVE…SONIC…" The man kept on screaming out theses words the closer he got towards the seat were the girl was sitting.

Locke watched as the girls head snapped back and she began to go into a fit of terrifying seizures.

"He's doing this to her. He's hurting her." Locke understood, and was about to protect the girl when suddenly a sound like metal scraping was heard.

Suddenly a great lurch erupted all over the plane. A few unlucky people, who weren't wearing their seatbelts, were pelted up from their seats and hit the sealing with full force.

One of those unlucky few was Jefferson. A sickening crack was heard as Jefferson back collided with the ceiling.

When he came back down he gripped unto the armrest of his chair.

Suddenly the back of the plane ripped off and a huge gaping hole was revealed.

People flew off from their seats and flew out of the plane. A loud roaring of wind was heard. And it was deafening.

Locke turned towards the man and was surprised that the man was still holding on.

His face was contorted and was slowly turning blue. His body was flying up as the wind pulled at him.

Locke turned towards the armrest and saw that it was about to pull loose. He leaned forward and was about to help the man, even if he didn't deserve it.

But suddenly the man pulled out a gun. Locke stopped in his tracks and with dread watched as the man pointed the gun towards the girls head.

But Jefferson never got to pull the trigger. The armrest came loose, and he got sucked out of the plane to meet his fate.

Locke watched in terrifying shock as he saw the man get swept away and out of the plane.

But his attention went back to the girl. He rapped his arms around the girl and brought her head down with his. He will protect her now. What ever happens, he will protect her…