Chapter Two: When It Hits the Fan

Flight 180, high above the night life, entered turbulence as it grew closer to the thunderstorm enveloping the airport terminal. The cabin shook and trembled and the passengers feared for their dear lives that it wasn't what they thought it was. But a soothing voice echoed throughout the cabin via the intercom, it was one of the pilots, David, attempting to calm the passengers. He also reminded them that landing would be soon approaching and for them to buckle up and follow the landing procedures they were shown at the beginning of the flight.

Jack continued to listen to music as he watched the massive circular clock on the wall slowly tick and tock, as he watched it even more closely as it appeared time was slowing down. He turned his head and looked at the departure/arrival board that was placed on the adjacent wall to the clock. The top flight slot flicked over and sent a domino effect down the rest of the board flicking over every other flight slot displaying different times and flights. Jack watched each one click, each individual slot flick and click over. He then saw the flight they were destined to take, Flight 243. But something caught his eye, as the slot for their flight flicked over he swore he saw something else appear for a split second before it switched over. He couldn't make out what it said, instead it was just numbers '666', and at the same time shivers went up his spine and a cool and chilly breeze surrounded him.

He awoke out of his half sleep mode and spun his head from side to side checking if someone had a fan or something hovering over his shoulder, nothing. His eyes switched back and forth from left to the right like a crowd watching an intense game of tennis, the ball bouncing from one side of the court to the other. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it out; he was just getting nervous that was all…well at least that's what he told himself.

"Dude you all good?" Jeremy asked with a slight worry on his face

"Na man I'm good" he answered after a slight pause "Hey, did you feel that?"

"Feel what?" Jeremy asked even more confused than before

"Nothing, nothing, don't worry" while Jack relaxed back in his chair

Jeremy shook his head and went back to playing a game on his iPhone, wondering what the hell Jack was on about. Jack sat there with a thought pondering in his mind, was he just getting nervous? Or was there something else? He didn't feel like he was alone with his own thoughts though, as if someone or something was right there with him, lingering around him with a ghastly and dead aurora. Abruptly Jack's iPod switched to another song, he instantaneously checked it out, he hadn't pressed any buttons, he didn't have it on random, almost like someone else had changed the song for him. But the song that was playing is what gave him the hair rising feeling again, it was American Pie by Don McLean, the song about those famous artists who died in a horrible plane crash. Then the iPod reverted back to playing the song he was listening to before without Jack interfering once.

He quickly unplugged the iPod and stashed it back deep down into his pockets, hoping that he would never see it again. He was beginning to hyperventilate, but he was trying to keep calm and not cause a ruckus. Sweat started dripping down from the highest of his forehead while he palms grew sweatier; he tried wiping them dry by forcing them back and forth against the arm rest. Jack's eyes widened as he tried to conquer his body using his mind, he sat firmly in his seat and gripped the end of the arm rests with all his might.

The metal end piece on the arm rest snapped off and hit the ground as soon as Jack attempted to grip it. It was like that the piece wasn't even connected, like there was no screw holding it in place, it was just sitting there. Jack flew out of his seat when the loud ring of the metal hitting the tiled floor and caught everyone's attention within a ten metre radius. Everyone looked at him like he was some sort of alien from another planet; Jeremy stood up and came over to aid him.

"Man what's wrong?" he asked

"Nothing, nothing, just don't worry about it" Jack replied

"No something's wrong man, what is it?"

"Look I'm, I'm- I'm just getting nervous. I'll be fine in a few minu-"

But before Jack could finish his sentence a bolt of lightning struck the incoming Flight 180 who was about to land on the near-by runway. All of the students rose up out of their seats and looked out the gigantic viewing platform window to see the horror of the Airbus A380. Instantly after the lightning bolt had hit, an engine caught fire and blew half the wing off, redirecting the uncontrollable mass piece of flying metal directly towards the terminal. Jack couldn't believe what was happening, the fiery blazing wreck headed straight towards the terminal; he dropped all his belongings and began to run back the other way towards the exit. Split seconds later the rest of the students did too along with the rest of the people waiting for flights.

The nose of the monolithic plane made contact with the terminal viewing platform and smashed through it with gargantuan noises and explosions but did not slow it down one bit. The plane continued to demolish the terminal as it kept sliding through like a boat to breaking waves on the water. Jack snapped his head around to see the plane getting closer and innocent people being crushed by the planes path of destruction. He didn't know what was happening, except the fact that he had to get out to get out of there, fast.

Walter was towards the back of the group and closest to the plane as it grew closer to the group but as the flaming engine exploded, once again, he was sent flying forwards with shrapnel in his back, killing him instantly. The explosion sent shockwaves through the terminal knocking everyone over ahead of it. Jack hit the ground and spun over to his back to see the devastation growing at an exponential rate. Jess and Amy were the quickest to recover from the sound wave and bounded to their feet almost straight away but the engine finally let out one more destructive roar in an explosion that sent the blades of the propellers soaring horizontally parallel to the floor only about a metre up and slicing both of the women into two. Their guts spilled out as their top halves became separate to their bottom halves as they fell apart.

The propeller flew past Jack and stuck into the wall further up ahead. He felt a churning feeling in his stomach as he rose back up and began running again like all the others. The plane continued to crash forwards towards the doomed group. Mr. Goodman had never run so fast in his life, with his suede suit he pelted past the group in attempts only to save his own life. He reached the exit door and began to open it knowing he was safe but seconds before, the right wing of the plane had taken out a supporting pillar causing the whole building to be extremely unstable then what it already was. Mr. Goodman looked up to see cracks rapidly appearing before giving way and the ceiling falling down crushing him and sealing the only close exit.

Jack stopped right before the ceiling had given way and watched Mr. Goodman become flat as a pancake. He spun around to see the plane slowing down but he could tell it was about to explode entirely as the whole plane was now blazing. The rest of the group stopped dead in their tracks at the same point Jack did, knowing that it was their only way out. Jack looked to his left and saw some shops that they could run through to avoid being caught in the blast and escape using another exit. Jack, Jeremy, Jason, and Lara slipped through the open back door to a shop but as they did the rest of the group perished as the plane finally exploded sending flames throughout the terminal. The surviving group was now heading towards another shop when debris fell down blocking their route; they decided to head back out into the open, as there was no other option. Explosions and flames were everywhere as Jack led the group towards another exit; people were on fire everywhere, just death everywhere.

More of the building gave way and more ceiling supports came loose, one of them swinging down and cleaning up Jason as he ran in the middle of the group. His body was flung up against the wall, he was dead on initial impact and Lara was covered in his blood. Jack swore to himself and kept running, the other two close behind. Suddenly when things couldn't get any worse, the floor began to give way, cracks began emerging everywhere. One piece gave way and Jeremy starting falling but Jack jumped to the ground and grabbed his hand before he could fall. Jack was holding Jeremy with his one hand with all his strength. His grip began to loosen, he was losing him.

Another tremor throughout the ground and Jack lost his grip and Jeremy began falling down to the ground. Jeremy hit the ground face first and his spine snapped out of alignment, breaking every bone his body and making a horrible, bloody mess. Jack flipped onto his back and looked up at Lara who was standing there lost and confused and screaming covered in blood. Another final set of explosions went off sending even more debris flying. A long metal rod suddenly burst through Lara's chest from behind, impaling straight through her. It became covered in blood and so did Jack's face. She dropped to the ground after a few seconds of standing with a lifeless and dead face.

Jack stood there with scratches and blood all over him watching the rest of the building close in on him, he knew he wouldn't escape. The screaming of people had stopped as they were all gone, all dead. One final last piece of ceiling fell down from the roof straight on top of Jack, as he looked up to see it coming for him, he knew he was dead.