Chapter Three: Blazing Carnage
Unknown Time & Day
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In The Locked Bathroom of The Airplane
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Voices Leaving & All Alone
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Time, it plays many tricks.
It speeds then slows at any given moment before solidifying the air, so stiff now, and you gasp out while swirling around in wide circles before you can blink again, it plays so many tricks on you.
I sit across from the bathroom door with only the mindless activity of throwing up the bloody shards of glass at the rod, a nice 'pinging' follows after each direct hit but the others I miss quietly stick into the torn walls.
How long was it going to be that I'll be trapped in this place, how long till the sobbing voice stops screaming at my every attempt at contact, how long till I finally die?
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Finally without screams to make sure of any other life board the plane still I tried knocking again, softer than the last few attempts I started to become desperate to hear something human other than my mind, and wait for the terrorized response.
Nothing came but a small creaking, like a door shutting or closing, and a quick snap of locks before the silence came right back.
Dam.
Even terrorized humans after the carnage would fear trapped people as well, I might as well admit I am going to be in here for a long time of silence now.
Alone without sound, alone and slowly losing the dying lights to see about these bathroom walls, they will become my grave, my tomb forever.
I yawn loud warming up my arms as I pull my shoulder blades together and a nice pop comes of it, I got to get some sleep still, how long has it actually been anyways, an hour, a day? I'm even starting to get hungry now that I think about it.
I drag over the backpack, a bit heavier to do so than before, and take out whatever first touched my tingling hand, a triangle-shaped sandwich packed with a reddish meat and swiss cheese. It tastes fine enough to keep me alive not like it would be 'my first choice food' or something at a time like this.
Life's a little more important than my taste buds now.
With the sandwich gone but the gritty taste left on my teeth, I lay back picking up a few pebble sized glass bits rolling them about my hands.
All of a sudden this shrieking, ear bleeding pitch of sounds come out all around my senses, I feel the plane rocket up and fall back trembling about like a cornered dog.
I lose my breath at the paralyzing effect of the sound, choked in my lungs I heave as my body falls about the walls with each shoot up and quivering shake. My eyes flicker open but continue to close as the sound ripples out growing in volume with each hit, with every motion and I can't keep track of where I am going now.
Pain comes in to contact with my neck, it wraps around coiling tighter than a man's hands could do to me, next my ribs crash into things of jagged edges tearing open my skin with warmth dripping out steadily, and my legs falling beneath and pick up for second before swept under by the jumping motions of the plane.
There it goes fuzzy again with my mouth bubbling out with air and my body smacking against the drying remains of walls before I give into the blackness again, knowing this isn't the last fading out for me and not even close to me being dead yet. I still have too much will to live for this to end me.
Death is only by the Blessing not here, not now!
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Cloudy weather stands above my crumpled body, it brews with something evil and foul tasted. My back burns as the sensations come back in spastic beats all up and down my spine with the motions of pulling myself up.
Nothing but the clouds surround me, bleak grayness cloaks the world I was in just a moment ago replacing it with this drearily space of misery.
A howling continues to rush over my ears, grinding metal moans out echoing through the grayness of this place and flashes of white and red come into a zoom when my eyes can open for a second before sealed shut again at the exploding sounds.
Burning.
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Burning.
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Burning.
This pungent sulfuric odor corners my senses, ramming down my throat and the taste of bile shoots up in defense.
What is this shit?
I try to pull my hand over my nose but it lay limp to the side and the smell grows at the seconds tick pass, the flooding sensation of ungodly fumes pour into my head and the world go back into the blackness of somewhere else.
I am fucking dead.
I'm so fucking going to hell now.
I can't, I CAN'T be dead!
What about The Blessing?
THE BLESSING IS ALL THAT THERE IS FOR ME!
NOT HERE, NOT NOW! I can't be dying here!
NO.
NO.
NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!
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Unknown Time & Day
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In The Airplane
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Akira-kun where are you, I need you.
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"Akira-kun, Kouhei-kun, where are you guys..." Rion Akagami, once again fell into a spell of crying at the two boys' names as she curled into the blanket cloaking herself in the small cabin space on the plane.
It must have been hours now after all the rampage of the passengers finally came to an eerie, and deathly, silence for Rion who locked herself in the private room just minutes after the psychotic behavior of everyone she was friends with began with the pilot being stabbed.
She couldn't believe, wouldn't believe that just hours ago in Guam with all her classmates who she laughed and played around with, were now on a violent killing spree for anybody in their paths.
What happened to them all?
"Everyone, why did you? Why did you do this?" Rion's voice quivered and croaked out with her tears streaming fast down her face and the small noise from the main cabin space started up once again, the knocking sound of someone trying to get attention.
Somebody who could kill her or be needing help. She couldn't tell but wouldn't move to find out either way, her tears flooded at that thought, she was a coward even with only one person still lingering here in the plane and she won't answer them back but with frighten shrieks till the sound stopped again.
Everyone in the plane was an enemy, but Rion didn't want that be her way of survival now, she just wanted Akira-kun here to root her a logic. Even with it being naïve or simple-minded, but that is all she could want from sweet and annoying Akira.
Everyone's is a friend, not a threat, not a monster, just scared like an injured animal.
Rion still wanted that hope Akira has so brightly in his eyes, that warmth that he doesn't notice when he's surrounded by his friends, his mother, even with Rion and Kouhei. Where ever he is, Rion hoped he would return to her soon enough, and never let her go again.
The earthquake earlier had taken a toll on the ceiling and walls of the airplane, where was here anyways?
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Unknown Time & Day
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In The Airplane Lavatory
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It starts to Break and Burn Away.
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"HELLO!"
I gasp out holding tight to my chest and my heart thudding a booming pulse. My head goes into a violet whirling at the blackness of where I was had come to an end and I'm back in the bathroom with this horrid smell of fumes smothering my senses.
I was alive! I am still alive.
Why?
I fumble up from the caved in walls scrambling to the very entrapment holding me till death's arrival, my eyes spinning with blackness sparks out with a greater effect at the rushed motion to the door so I sway but hold steady to the door frame.
Just what had spoken out in the plane, there was a voice, not hollering at me but calling out into the plane and footsteps running through it. I could get out of here finally, thank god!
I drag upwards to stand but as of the painful position I laid in for what every amount of time comes to greet my body with a ridiculous amount of pain even for I. Creaking joints pop out with a gritty sound while my muscles ripple and tingling into doing the best they could even as the stinging warning grips them more before I dropped back to the ground with an exaggerated sigh.
I'm completely useless at this point if I am to get out, my voice hacked up to a raspy croaking, my body thrashed about these broken walls to be limp and lucid till I try to escape out of here and to be paralyzed as a dead man's corpse.
Damn.
Damn, Damn, Damn!
I shut my eyes hard; my neck tenses up with my breath trapped in it and my jaw slacks downwards. My god, I have to get out, I have, and I must, no I need-
I JUST NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!
With that in mind I sigh out again as I stare down at my hand trying to will them upwards to strike the door, but alas they too are broken with my body. I am going to be trapped till somebody finally decides to adventures into this closet spaced room, which might as well be when I'm dead and gone.
A dried husk of a corpse; withered out with my skin pulled back like a shrunken fruit no one dared to eat after the first brown spot appeared upon its flesh. Eyes cloaked in a pale white murkiness and yellowish puss oozing out my tear ducts, maybe a fly or beetle will make a nest in my opened mouth, larva small and rounded like bite sized candy pieces will sit just behind my teeth safe by my tongue blistered and gnawed upon by past insects looking for a main course. My ears a highway express route for centipedes, and others alike it, to slither into my brain for a luke-warm bath in brain juices and a bite at the rotten cerebellum that would be half way eaten by a, most likely, infestation of ants and ravenous other creatures lurking within a plane bathroom.
That is what will be remembered about me, a lone girl trapped in a plane, worse of it, in a bathroom with no way of opening without the strength of a dozen men. I will be a name in horror stories, I'll be a carcass without a grave, I'll be nothing to humanity, and nothing will be my last vision before plunging into the darkness called limbo.
Nothing to my name, nothing to have gained, nothing to be lost, nothing, nothing, nothing, just plain nothingness will become my name, no, even nothingness is remembered.
I won't be remembered.
Not now, not ever.
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I let my eyes open again, the flickering light above me starts to dull and it's getting harder to see what's even in front of me.
Death works like this, a subtle act in the ending of one's life to the downfall before hints come up everywhere in your sight, a breeze might pick up or a stranger may look at you with pity.
Subtle things it starts with, then it pushes you off a cliff out of nowhere, which sanity and reality fizzle out into a monstrous idea you'll never escape even with a chance of being miraculous saved by then.
You'll never be the same anyways.
Beyond the door small tidbits of conversation spike up to my muffled ears, a woman's and a boy's voice start up with words strangely irrelevant to one unknown. Talk of earthquakes, islands, monsters, friends, what in the world are they talking about none of the pieces flowed with one another.
I could be losing it; just me absolutely crazy with fatigue and anxiety, maybe obtained a concussion during one of several thrashing during the crash, if that really happened and I'm not foaming at the mouth twitching about the lavatory floor, that too could be a possible outcome to the madness.
I crane my neck with my ear now pressing up on the door frame and the words start up loudly by someone's high pitch vocals, it hurts my ears so I roll back not caring that it may get me a few answers but my brains are sloshing about so I'll sleep now.
It hurts real bad, so bad now.
Sleep won't hurt me, yeah I'll rest till the pain fades again, it always does.
My eyes flutter protesting to the relaxation circulating through my body and I take my mind deeper into this peace hoping to sleep, maybe till I feel better or just till I don't care about escape.
Either is fine, I'm already a rotted corpse to begin with and if I keep going I'll only break apart to dust.
It is hopeless; I'm dead anyways so why group together with strangers.
Why?
Most would say because I'm human and we 'gotta stick together through this hell' this isn't hell. This is life, a terrible dilemma that fate forced us into, nothing more.
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'Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick'
A watch goes on with each second shooting out like a gun next to your ear, the boom and the ringing with each shot fired out without stopping, violently it keeps ticking away.
Right above my body I see the sky turn a foul red shade with something thumping, trying to rip through. Coloring the fog just overhead goes from crimson to a dark maroon color and keeps building up in the sky, fading in and morph out to blackness.
The watch goes on ticking.
'Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick'
I want to grab my head, tear out my ears, just to stop this sound from crawling up my back, god what is it!
This noise, this sound is killing me, what is it?
Make it stop!
I'm dry heaving and the air in my lungs is dwindling as I feel the burning starting in my ribs and my eyes start to water out of controlled.
Wet sounds of slashing starts and something splatters besides my hand then my head as well, cold slimey whatever it is I dare not look at it yet before looking upwards to the flesh like sound.
Oozing the pulsating goo launch down from the crevice splitting apart like a giant 'X' mark and the red streaking the sky turned to shades of neon reds and deep, practically rotten looking, blood color mixed with black chunks of burnt flesh between the slops.
I stare and hold my breath as it jolts sending out several heaps of gushing pieces and the tear widening as I look up now but then it stops all together, just hanging there while the fog fades to a grey and nothing more comes raining down upon me.
The grey darkens, festering the sky and plummets like an ink drop, falling fast to the ground, I'm not sure if it'll hit me or not.
My hands move up, cupping together all involuntary to what my mind was screaming out to do the opposite of that, but they keep raising up as the blacken liquid finally crashing down in front of me and the splattering drops land in my palms.
It burns.
Blazing up and fizzing as my hands quiver in place but not moving apart as the liquid continues to boil over my skin. It's dreadful this pain is but my mouth stays silent and a tickling feeling of muscles try to prying open for a bloody murder like scream to come crashing through.
I shut my eyes, inhale the gushing wind from the liquid's impact and my lungs start to burn while my neck twitches automatically to the pain coursing my veins by now.
This is death's vision for my death.
The way I go out where ever the reality is taking place, upon this hill all alone with my thoughts of disaster with hell fire raining down or upon a plane trapped, useless and unwilling to reach out to strangers.
"I'm gonna burn with my sins. I'm going to hell where bone ashes burns more than fresh blood."
'Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick'
Again the pounding sound erupts back into me as the burn takes over suddenly, my mouth brimming with blood and spewing up vomit but with nowhere to go but back down my throat and choking me with more burns.
It hurts, it burns, and it is smothering me, killing me in fact, so very slowly. My sins, my lies, my pride and now, even my demise is pulling me under the ground, into a burning hole so deep into hell I won't wake up again but to scream out for more like a masochistic whore.
'Tick, Tick'
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Unknown Time & Day
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In The Airplane
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The Dark has Come, Darkness will Perish.
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Swiftly the breeze lifts up at the clustered flights of deranged burnt feathered birds all black and even darker as the sun goes down around them. They squawk loudly, alerting one another of a threat coming this way and they fly out for the night.
The jungle rustles with a heavy tension and one voice, Sengoku Akira, keeps barking out in a frighten voice trying with every word to reason out of his situation. While the other whispers out, so calm and collected, as he tighten a vine rope around the weird weapon he's creating that Akira pays no mind to as he struggles again the binds keeping him there with the boy self claimed as, Hades-of the underworld, and they continue to talk mostly Hades with an eerie topic at mind, of everybody dying on this island.
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Few hours ago, Akira, a classmate of his; Mariya, and a flight attendant; Oomori Kanako, all miraculous met one another during Akira attempt's to find anybody through the jungle floor and ending up saving the pair from a weird-ass bird attacking them.
What hell is this place, only to find ancient things living here, they are living in fear and terror at what will come next for them.
They banded together to get back to the plane only to find it abandoned but for his childhood best friend, Rion Akagami, still aboard and explained what occurred the night before.
After that they stayed on the plane thinking if anyone would return they could meet up and wait for help there, but Akira being him found he wasn't doing much to pull his weight with the team as the three others provided much survival skills he couldn't do much of and wandered outside only to be struck dead on in the head by a hidden figure.
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"What do you mean, "our plane might be a goner"…?" Akira pulls at his binds, his eyes shell-shocked by the words Hades spoke with ease before heaving up the weapon to his shoulders and Akira's trying to stall his intentions.
Hades doesn't reply but advances his steps to the end of the cliff Akira sways from at the moment. The burning daylight leaves a creepy shade upon Hades' face and shadows over his dark beady eyes looking past Akira's terrified self.
"Wai-wait, Hades, come on ma-man, stop it!" Akira freaks as the weapon rises up from Hades' grip on it and starts to shout with a forceful swing right above Akira to the vine holding him up.
"Wait!"
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"Dam it! Where did Sengoku go….?!" Mariya swats away a crumpled up paper to the floor, his voice with a venomous tone to it and Oomori cringes back at his anger, but as he's releasing his anger for Akira's disappearance all of sudden, she feels the worries and fears Mariya wouldn't attempt just yet to say aloud as he trashes bits of paper and paces the walkway with weighty steps.
Without Akira here everything was starting to settle in and turn a bleak gray for the three as they found themselves without the bundle of crazed energy and hope.
"We should check outside again.." Rion comes down the walkway from the cockpit, she's out of breath and worried sick is written all over her paled face.
"FOOL!" Mariya flips back to Rion, his small stature forcing him to look at the naïve acting girl with a disgusted glare hidden by the glare in his glasses. She started to come back with a retort for his words but mumbled off as Oomori came to her side with a soft hand at her shoulder.
Rion and Mariya exchange a look; mostly he glared with the same expression since waking up from the crash, cranky and strained his eyes appeared and she glanced with a pouty lip.
Mariya would be the first to say he didn't think highly of her, she may be a top student and the school's gymnastic star, but her actions as of now were to rushed and her voice shrieked with unneeded panic unlike in school where she appeared in control of things and had a set of skills to adapt to drastic changes, so far he hasn't seen that girl since Guam.
"I th-THink something happ-happened to him." Rion turns to Oomori as she's clutching her hands, quivering like paper in the wind, pushing them closer to her chest and the glistening tears come up at her eyelids. "OK? Let's just keep looking for a little longer..." Oomori makes a soft sound of agreeing with her and Mariya scoff without hesitation at her words but turns back to the two with a less abrasive expression.
It comes down forceful as a steel pipe hits you in the spine and you're out of breath, seeing stars and nothing can function till somebody slaps the sense into you again, shattered and battered the metal framework of the plane got a might grasp on it and the shock of it hits you hard.
Ripped out from nowhere the plane lurches pulling the three into blacked out spiraling and knocking them about till they're all flung about to the far rear end of the plane, trapped inside while the plane convulses.
Maryia curled into a roll and crashed about the broken seats growing further and further away from the women. Rion and Oomori clung together cage fighting stance against each other while the wailing come out of them faster than the pain can set in into them.
"Akira, Where are you!"
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Unknown Time & Day
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In The Airplane
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Breath it all in, let it kill you.
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"WHAT'S THAT?"
Eyes tore wide open from the dark skies I let my body succumb to with its death for me now paint out the familiar place, so miserable and the end for me.
I don't even get to sigh a little relief of escaping my mind again before I'm smashed against to the ceiling, my airway constricted inwards, and a pooling mass of warmth trickling down my neck.
Nothing is in view as everything flashes with a blurry white and it blackens to a narrow tunnel growing further away, shit.
Shudder metal cripples my senses and I'm flipping about figuring out I'm breathing still within this cage of a lavatory, no hope still either. The shuddering creaks and moans before an explosive sound comes out from beyond my crumpled form and this place shaking and quaking without stability.
My body drops back down, regrettable to a sharp place right into my back and I hear the scream curl out with my weak voice as the warmth comes down my throat now.
Shit, shit, it god dammit hurt!
I flex out my arm wandering out to a wall to grab but the pain wretches back into my spine, I grab for my head and the air finds no way to pass through my throat as more pain flares in my chest as well as my head.
Screams blurt out from the creaking and smashing of glass, wordless shrieks come out from somewhere, but it's all too fuzzy for me as the tunnel I see through closes into darkness.
Terror continues to ravage into me but I can't find reality without my sight to hold as my mind rushes with memories alike the sounds.
It comes in killing with every motion.
I lock my body trembling with the pain pulsating all about it trying to breathe again before my lungs give in as my eyes are doing.
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As it felt only a second ago to be in a sightless darkness a blast heat waves out, blistering at my face I flip away but tangle my legs into one another and cringe with the pain flourishing once more.
I blink within the blank world of mine, the air thick and hard to choke down into my lungs, bitter tastes of ash and oil float about it.
My body aches but it moves up reaching a wall and I can pull myself up from the stabbing ground again to my knees but I feel the swaying of my stomach so I lay into the wall breathing in the stale air of the broken plane before a voice come back panicked and another far away calling to 'move', I think to 'somewhere down' it says.
"Fire?!"
Roaring, winds picking up and the heat rising all around my hands and me find something burning to my left.
"Shit!" I draw back my hand, pain shooting up my arm and gripping my shoulder I scoot back holding what I can upwards before the flashing pain is dulled.
The heat spreads over me with a stifling effect and I'm backed against another wall that is still cool to the touch. I inhale and squint open my eyes hoping the even the tunnel vision was back for just a bit.
A flickering orange catches my sight, even after the immediate surprise to have a full working view of my crumbling surrounding, but there in front of me with my back against the impaled door was the torn apart wall with fire crackling right outside it and the smoke bellowing into this space as an evil spirit would when searching for a vessel to take over.
I hack reaching my hand over my mouth as the sick taste of ash bitters my tongue again, I pull my knees to my chest wincing at the effort it takes to do so.
So what now I'm going to burn alive because of the other voices in the plane did, whatever it was to bring this fire and shaking to the abandoned plane, what did they do to cause this?
How I'm I getting out of here, son of a bitch, they didn't come looking here, at least one knew I was here, maybe dismissed me as dead once their friends came here.
Shit.
The smoke trickles down the walls, the fire comes up with a higher blaze to it and I'm pushing myself up stumbling to get my bags, no way was I leaving here with my bat!
Obstacle number one: The god dammed door to earth and more fire. Shit again.
I sling over the heavy pack swaying at the unexpected weight but ground my foot into the scattered glass crushing it to jagged bits that'll get caught in the boots groves.
There's only a few things I can try before I'm falling over again, so why not do the worse of it first.
I grab the bar hanging right at my forehead and leap up to wrap my legs around the bar upside down, it creaks and bends over immediately, the door cracked open somewhat under the pressure of holding up my weight, never knew planes had cheap doors, I'll remember for the next life I have. My head buzzes as I drop back down and I have to grab the wall now sizzling to the touch, I draw back and regrettable breath the stiff air with blood dripping off my lips.
Still the door's not opening but at least it isn't impaled as a deadlock so the next will be the last move before I pass out in this smoke or crash again, I note in my mind as the black spots start to bubble in my side view.
I charge the door head on ramming my shoulder into and finding my body spike with a grueling amount of pain at the almost equal restraint in the busted door, but it goes down anyway though at the price of my strength.
There outside the damnation of a room, I was finally in the plane I had been so peacefully contemplating my death walk and now here again I'm surrounded with a blazing carnage threatening to engulf me whole.
Fire.
Fire is everywhere.
Smoldering licks of the fire captures the cool air I gasped in, forcing it out to replace with a hotter heat going down my throat, this wrath of heat rages and withers my lungs to breathe any longer.
Crackling things set a blazed fall off to the floor and burn up higher, sizzling noises of the inferno comes up and over my senses, the air sulfuric and hazy while my eyes stay alert inside the blessed goggles I kept on but fog and cracking lines spit at the edges. Shit.
I push-off the broken hinges hacking out with the heat wave passing over again and step out into the blazes starting to trace traps with me in it. I bolt down the aisles to the front end of the plane, if anything I could jump out a window. I'll break a leg but do I want to burn alive -like Satomi-chan did?
A blast of glass strikes my body and I fall into a row of chairs, what the hell was that? My ears ring and my legs twitch without complying to run on, I can't give into this, I don't want to burn!
I curl into the floor my cheeks sweating with the heat rising up and my mind spins as I pick myself up again, I wasn't dying here, only in The Blessing was I dying.
More glass shards come down on me, a bundle of flaming objects fall across the aisles beside me. What luck that was.
My eyes thud in & out making the plane appear in two places of grey, I falter with the stride but I move on further down the plane, things falling from the heavens and the ground cracking apart with every step I'm bounding pass, hell was here trying to take me before I'm finished and heaven won't save me no matter the efforts I try to do for it.
There the ground vanishes, my body goes forwards and at that I couldn't see but the fire's trailing right beside me again but I could hear loud and clear.
A boom of glass, metal and fire combusting into a fiery hell war all around before I get sent out flying into something snapping under myself before it stops with a hard punch to my ribcage.
I swallow back my throat, the muscle compressing in my air and I'm feel the sensation to vomit come immediately and my throat opens back up with me gasping like a sick man sucking down a broken frog.
I taste the dirt crammed straight into my mouth and the earthy smells hovers in it, I was out.
I am out of the fire.
A ringing pitch spikes out and only gets louder as something behind me sounds out, but I find no recollection of the sound.
I was out of that fiery hole and now on my way.
Kagemusha-dono, I will still get to see you for just a moment when I get home, I'm still free from my path, just a little longer, a little longer now.
Once I could stand again that is the first move to leaving here, at most now I could crawl my way out of the dirt and to a tree, if there was any nearby.
"...let's go."
I snap open my eyes, the whisper almost passes me by, but I knew there were others on that plane, so I'm somehow rolling over this dirt flipping my head to see the shadowy figures of a short person and a taller person with long hair swinging about beside the first one and they fade off with two more in tow of the two.
Shit, they don't see me, shit I'm stuck here and shit again I'm in pain.
"..Don't..Go.." It comes cracked, brittle fragments of a voice come out but no one hears the desperation but myself, I sag back into the ground and my eyes shut.
The world starts to sound again, bits of the night come into my ears; crackling fire; along with the scent of smoldering oil lingering in my nose, the rustling of leaves and far off cries of animals come in between all the rest of the night but the ringing stays in the background before I fade out with my hands clutching clumps of dirt and the blazing heat replays in my head as I breath in tumbling down into my mind for sleep.
End of Chapter Three: Blazing Carnage
Chapter Four: Suicide Labyrinth