Impact! (Chapter Two - A Wing And A Prayer)

(( Please Note: This Fan Fic started out as a spur of the moment idea, and was written while flying on a plane (Why?) the account is all fictional, but is written as 1st person. This is written with real places, which I have visited recently, and have lived at periodically for a few weeks of every year. Enjoy! Most Events in this story are Fictional, And my character, myself, are copyrighted to myself. WARNING: The Rating may change, as the story progresses, and the may be graphic descriptions. ))

Impact.

I wouldn't believe my eyes, or my ears. My brain wouldn't process the fact a plane had crashed. Emotion filled me and I started to cry, not knowing what else to do. For once my brain had failed me, I was alone, looking down on myself, seeing a figure crying, I instantly recognized myself.

I saw a beach, ablaze with fire and oil, pieces of the plane scattered across the beach, everyone else dead apart from those off the plane who were badly wounded, suffering several degree burns and worse. They were howling in pain, roaring the words "Please... save... me..."

I couldn't, my brain told my body to move, but it wouldn't obey, refusing to move even as a trail of kerosene wormed towards me, flame burning down it like a rattlesnake in grass. It soon engulfed me and I felt utterly helpless, knowing that I was going to die. That was until I felt the touch of a body and I came back to reality. I had seen what could happen, and I was determined it wouldn't. My brother was standing up, so I followed suit, seeing the plane half buried, I shook my brothers shoulders, telling him to look after the rest of my family, for I knew I may never see them again.

I was up and running, one thing on my mind, 'SAVE THEM!' I charged towards the plane, ignoring the heat evident on my face and clothes. I looked around just as I reached the plane, and a dozen people had followed me, all chanting the same thing. We knew we had a hard job at hand, and help would take time to arrive. We all gathered quickly, asking each others names, and preferable language. There were 11 of us including myself. They were called Copral John Bridged; a British army trooper from Afghanistan, Adam who was an Aerospace engineer, Shaun, Andrew and Joey all who are Policemen, Peter a professional trainer for athletes, Alfonso a High ranking bodyguard, and James, Alex and Xavi, who were all on a GAP year.

Their faces gathered and as a small plan formed, we advanced. Adam and myself gaining ground towards the plane doors, opening them from the outside, disabling one slide, so we could enter. "Go!" me and Adam shouted as one slide deployed and the other door opened. Xavi, who spoke impeccable Spanish, went and instructed the lifeguards to start evacuating the beach, and clear the rubble of the tower block which had been all but demolished.

With 11 of us we stood a chance, it was small, but it was still a chance. We had hope on our side, and what else is there at times like that than hope?

I was lost in my own thoughts, Adam snapping me out of them just before we boarded the aircraft.

"Josh..." he asked, as I returned to reality, "Yes..." I replied sounding distracted. "This plan, this situation, it's a wing and a prayer." he replied, making me laugh.

I joked back, "Mate, it's more the god that's going to see us through this." He looked confused, so I explained, "It's time to see if someone up there is watching over us, or it's luck, vodka and living on the edge." he laughed and simultaneously we replied, "Personally it's both!"

We were about to climb aboard when the rest of the group converged on us, possibly this would be the last time we ever saw each other again. The last time we saw anyone ever again.