A/N: Sorry for not updating in a while. This is the chapter where the story really picks up, and the 9/11 theme is involved. If you've read all three of my stories, pm/review which one you'd like me focus on for a while.
Chapter 5
Among the Enemy
Cody's POV
"So we'll meet you at the Twin Towers around 2:00?" Zack was saying to the Hiroshima's, Tape, and Max over the phone, as I yawned and stood up from the couch.
I could their muffled replies, and Zack grinned. "Cool, see you then." He hung up and slung his jacket over his shoulder. "Let's go. If we hurry, we'll have time to walk there. I hate riding these buses."
"Okay," I agreed, setting my blue Red Sox hat on my long, dirty blonde hair. Zack grinned again, "This is going to be awesome. I can't wait to see the Towers!"
He shoved his hands the pockets of his cargo pants, and we walked outside. We met up with our friends underneath the towers and hurried inside. "Guys! Check this out!" Rikku yelled from across the lobby. She was standing next to a map and list of all the floors, pointing to the line that said, "24th Floor: Basketball Court."
"What are we standing here for?" Zack asked, already taking off for the elevator. We all laughed and ran after him.
After a few quick games of pick-up ball, we decided to go see the 100th floor.
Rumiku's POV
I just shook my head and smiled as all of my friends surged out of the elevator at the top of the left Tower. Walking leisurely over to one of the windows, I glanced downwards. That brought wave of dizziness, so I stepped back.
"I've never been afraid of heights before . . ." I thought to myself, as I leaned against a wall for support. Suddenly, the dizziness increased until I fell to my knees and a vision flashed before my closed purple eyes.
I was still standing in the Towers, but I was alone. I glance around slowly, looking for my friends, but there weren't even doors in this room. A wide window stretched across an entire wall, and I walked forward. I don't know what it was, but something told me to look up. Flashing in the faint sunlight, a silver plane was flying above the skyscrapers –barely. I narrowed my eyes and whispered, "Planes aren't supposed to fly that low . . ."
Suddenly, a there was a crash and explosion, louder than anything I'd ever heard, that left the Tower trembling. I could no longer feel or do anything but watch in terror as my world went up in flames . . .
Gasping, I pulled myself up, one thought racing rapidly through my mind. "Something is incredibly wrong here."
Cody's POV
I held my pounding head and willed my headache to go away. No such luck.
"Fresh air will clear it up," I muttered hopefully to myself and pushed open the revolving doors on ground level. Squinting in the sunlight, I walked slowly down the street until a soft voice in an alley caught my attention.
I snaked closer and glanced around the corner at a dark figure talking on a pay phone. I held my breath and moved closer, almost in the figure's line of sight. I was finally close enough to hear his voice.
"Are you sure that the hijackers will be ready? What if they can't overthrow the plane?" He was saying in a hushed voice.
My eyes widened and I gasped, luckily not loud enough to be heard. Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to leave, but the logical part of my brain was frozen.
I was still, listening to the rest of the conversation.
"Yes sir . . . Uh-huh . . . Alright, I'll be a safe distance from the Towers by the time the plane hits them. . . Yeah . . . Two days from now? Got it . . . Okay, bye."
As if I wasn't shocked enough, then figure was now turning around. He saw me almost right away, "Hey you! What did you hear?" I was almost too shocked to notice that his had sent a ball of flames flying towards me. From his outstretched hand. He was an elemental too.
By natural instinct, I bended a ball of ice to hold of the flames while I took off running.
I wasn't that shocked about the terrorist plot. I wasn't even that shocked that he was an elemental. What had thoroughly stunned me was that when the figure turned around, I had seen his face.
It wasn't the face of a terrorist. It was the face of a boy who couldn't have even been as old as me.