Sorry it's been so long, college is harder than flying :(

Bella Swan

Adrenalin is a wonderful device that the human body has in its arsenal, but it is also very dangerous. When people get high off cocaine they describe the feeling as being invincible, they feel like they can do anything. They can jump of that 3 story building or surf those 15 foot swells at midnight. That's what adrenalin does. It makes you feel invincible.

So I did the only thing I would think of, I lifted my head and raised my hand, praying that they didn't know what the real Mary Brandon looked like.

"I'm Mary Brandon."

They both looked at me, I held my breath. Please don't know what she looks like, please I begged silently. "You little cunt, you look just like you're filthy father." The one, Jim-bob I think, spat at me and walked over the flight attendant still crumpled in the aisle. His eyes didn't leave mine; his head was slightly tilted to the right, making him look absolutely deranged. "You're a pretty little thing aren't ya?" He asked and put the nozzle of the gun to my cheek, I looked over at it, seeing that it was a Springfield, maybe an xd 40 with 12 rounds, did they have extra bullets? Of course they had more bullets; you can't hijack a plane without extra bullets. I stared at his trigger finger, he was quivering, maybe with anger or hatred, or drugs, I don't know. But he looked insane.

"C'mon Mary, let's get you to the front of the plane." He said in a sickly sweet voice and grabbed my arm, I quickly unbuckled and took the seatbelt off before following him, I stepped over the flight attendant and she made eye contact with me.

"Are you alright?" I mouthed to her and she nodded her head once in response. Okay good, at least she was conscious. He pulled up to the door to the cockpit and started banging on the door. "Hello Mr. Pilots, I would like to inform you that I have the Mayors daughter in my arms right now, and you little fellas are going to do exactly as I say or I will blow her fucking brains out." He yelled through the door. He is going to be sadly mistaken; the US does not negotiate with terrorists.

"Now open this motherfucking cockpit door before I do something really stupid!" He ran is nose up my neck and pulled me flush against him, I could feel his chest rising and falling and I shivered.

Then I heard one of the pilots yell back through the door "I'm sorry sir but we are not authorized to open this door to anyone other than the flight crew."

"Well I can kill the flight crew for you, will that authorize you to open the door?" Jim-Bob asked.

The pilot didn't answer right away, but when he did I almost wanted to smile. "Sir the United States does not negotiate with terrorists." He replied strongly. Jim-Bob pulled me back and then slammed me as hard as he could into the door.

My head banged against the door and my body was flush against it, "ah!" I gasped and tried to push away from the door, but then I would be getting closer to the Fucker holding me against the door.

"Hey!" The pilot yelled through the door, "Don't fucking hurt her! We'll do whatever you want without us opening the door." Fucker thought about this for a second, and called the tall man over to us.

"We can get them to land somewhere and then get Rahm Brandon to trade the hostages for himself." Jim-Bob said.

"Yeah, a remote airport somewhere." The other one replied, I think his name was Lou.

"You're never going to get away with this." I whispered harshly.

"Oh yeah? Scarred your daddy's gonna get hurt sweetheart?" Lou asked with his face right in front on mine, I looked right into his eyes and replied;

"You're not going to lay a finger on him." The Jim-bob stepped back so I wasn't squished between him and the door, and he threw me onto the ground. My arms flew out in front of me but I couldn't catch myself in time. Then his feet stated colliding with my ribcage, making me cry out in surprise.

"You need to learn some mother fuckin manners you little bitch, or I'm gonna have to teach them to you." He sneered at me. I grabbed at my knees to curl up in the fetal position, or at least attempt to with a foot repeatedly kicking my stomach.

"Stop!" I heard from inside the cockpit, "What do you want us to do?"

Jim-Bob stopped kicking me and looked at the door. "I want to fucking land at the nearest airport and then get the fuck out of the cockpit. And if I don't feel us descending in the next 5 minutes, I'm going to start shooting people." Jim-Bob threatened and turned to face the passengers, whose heads were peaking up to get a look at Jim. "Put your fucking heads down!" He screamed.

I looked for the flight attendant to see if she was okay, she was sitting in the middle of the aisle attempting to pick up the drinks that had spilled when she was shoved to the ground. We made eye contact and I could feel the carpet rubbing against my cheek. I sat up and put my back against the door looking around the aircraft. There was just the one aisle, with three seats on either side of it; most of the seats were filled, with just a few empty ones in the back of the plane. Jim-Bob was whispering to Lou about something, could these two anarchists really hijack this plane? They were so disorganized and crazy; how the fuck did their guns get through security? And they were definitely on some sort of drug, or at least Lou was, he kept touching his mouth and rubbing his arms.

The door behind me started moving and I looked to my right, there was a little crack in the door and I could see one eye. One of the pilots had opened the door to speak with me. "Are you okay Mary?" The young pilot asked. I nodded, "well get in here," He said and was about to open the door more.

"What? No! I'm not leaving these passengers alone with these maniacs." I whisper-shouted. He looked confused. "Now close the door before they see you!" I demanded and tried to pull the door closed, but the handle was above my head and I couldn't reach it without Jim or Lou noticing.

"No, Mary, I'm not leaving you out here." I could see the boys brown eyes, he looked so kind, but I would not make these hijackers mad, who knew what the fuck they would do if they were angry.

"Hey! What the fuck is going on?!" Jim yelled and ran over; I reached my hand up and pulled the handle forward as fast as I could. Jim was running towards me but I couldn't let him get into the cockpit, then I heard the door latch.

"Lock it!" I yelled as Jim was slamming against me, pulling on the handle that I still had in my hand. His legs were pressing against my ribs, God that hurt. I must have a cracked rib or two because I felt like my chest was being crushed.

"What the fuck were you doing you little bitch?" Jim sneered at me as he bent down to my level. "I will rip you apart when I get the chance." It sounded like that was a promise. I kept my face cold and whispered to him.

"I'd like to see you try." I didn't even know what he did next but he must have swung his arm to backhand me because the force behind that hid was incredible. I tipped to the side and didn't even feel myself hit the ground before everything went black.

Much shorter than the last chapter but at least its something...

xoxo see you after finals.