(Thanks to Lance-Dusk, MentosGoBoom, and Angie2282 for your reviews! Yes! I've reached two hundred reviews, thanks y'all. Please vote on the poll up on my profile page for who should be in the next one shot, thanks! The plane journey is only this chapter, but I don't want to extend it, because I have no idea what to do on it. And yes, much like I usually do, it ends on a cliffhanger XD Read on!)
The plane was surprisingly cosy; with predominate white colour scheme outlined with dark red. The seats were broad and comfortable, with mini tables. The toilets were actually spacious, and there was even a mini-bar, although it was empty.
"Nice." Fred commented to his ex-wife. "Not too shabby."
"Unlike your apartment." Gabrielle huffed.
Rose shook her head. "All right, Gabrielle, when do you want to take off?"
Gabrielle blinked, confused. "Excuse me?"
"When will you be ready to fly the plane?" Rose elaborated.
"I can't fly the plane. We hire pilots."
Rose cursed and slapped the wall. "Damn it! Anyone got any experience in flying?" she looked up, hopeful. But all the heads shook.
"Looks pretty complicated."
Rose looked to her left to see Conner inspecting the controls.
"Nothing I can't handle though."
"You've flown?" Rose asked, surprised.
Conner grinned, showing sharp teeth. "Nope." He turned back and felt his ability at work. All the controls shouted out to him about what they did; it was better than an instruction manual. "Let's see..." Conner started to flip switches, and soon enough, the engine started to rumble. "Ah, got you."
"Can you fly it then?" Rose asked.
"Probably." Conner shrugged. "I'm the best chance ya got though."
"How do you know how to fly it though."
"My ability, I guess. I thought I was only perfect at aim. I guess I'm perfect at other things, then." Conner. "Now get the hell outta my presence before I throw a knife at you."
Rose shook her head, but got out of the cabin, shutting the door behind her anyway. "Hey, guys!" she called out. "Get ready, we about to take off."
A few minutes later, the plane finally started to move forward, and Conner turned to the main straight of the small runway. The plane went faster before finally going upwards near the end of the runway. The wheels hissed as the fell back into the body, and Conner continued to go up until he balanced out just underneath the clouds. They looked to thick to navigate through.
"Look." Roger said, leaning over Paige and pointing out of the open window. "There's Hanksville."
Paige looked and saw that the buildings were ruined, large holes throughout the town. It was odd, looking at the destruction from a bird's eye view. Soon enough they spotted the river, and Roger pointed out where he thought the house was.
"It doesn't look that far when you're up in the sky." Paige commentated.
"I like that house." Roger frowned, and sat back, crossing his arms. "That's probably the last I'll see of it."
"Can't you come back when we've defeated Death?" Paige asked.
Roger shook his head. "Don't be silly. The chances of me surviving are very very slim. I'm only good at geography."
"Don't say that." Paige said, touching his shoulder. "You'll survive."
"Remains to be seen." Roger said, before leaning back in his chair. "I'm going to try and get some rest. I'm guessing there will be lots of action in London."
Paige nodded, and watched as Roger made himself comfortable.
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The journey was relatively calm for seven hours. Practically everyone fell asleep during the journey, and the only sounds were the faint whisperings of Tanzi, Fred and Zeke talking and faint snoring.
Conner's back was aching, and he was getting bored quite quickly. He yawned when he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Turning, there was nothing there. Conner squinted, when suddenly his eyes widened. "Woah..." he muttered.
The black cloud seemed to be opening up, actually showing sunlight. Conner blinked, shielding his eyes. It was quite a long while since he had seen the sun like that. Conner couldn't see the demon's flying in front of the sun until one smashed against the window. Conner blinked, watching the blood stain, or more importantly the crack on the window. More and more of the flying demons gathered in the sky, coming from the clouds.
"Shit..." Conner muttered, thinking on what to do. Another smash on the window and another crack, and the demons continued to fly headfirst towards the window. Conner realised what they were trying to do, and immediately looked where he was. The plane was low-flying, as the clouds were low, and he could see the edge of Northern Ireland approaching and made a split decision.
Conner turned the speakers on. "We are landing in Northern Island, just to let you know. If I don't, we ain't gonna be reaching London in one piece." Conner switched the mic off and started to manoeuvre the plan downwards when the cabin door opened.
"What are you talking about?" Rose asked, wiping sleepdust from her eyes. That's when she saw the demons.
"Exactly that." Conner said, watching the cracks with apprehension. "You might want to get out, in case the window –"
SMASH
A demon successfully broke the window, and instantly pressure was lost. It wasn't as bad as if they were higher up, but the temperature dropped rapidly and Conner and Rose were thrown forward.
Conner managed to catch himself on the control panel, but Rose wasn't so lucky. She was thrown forward, hit the control panel with her legs which almost certainly broke them and flipped straight out of the window, without even a sound.
Conner shook his head and tried to breath, but it was hard going on his lungs, he reached up and managed to grab the oxygen mask from the wall, taking a deep breath before going to the door and kicking it shut, before getting back in the seat and started to prepare the plane for a crash landing, the temperature torturing his body.
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Inside the main plane it was chaos. Everyone was rudely awakened when the plan shook and a few people saw Rose get sucked out of the plane before the door was kicked shut.
James stood up from the floor and brushed himself down.
"What was that?"
"Hell knows." Miguel exclaimed, his beady eyes looking around. "Whatever it is, it can't be good."
"Look." Gordon pointed out of the window, where demons were massed around engines.
"Shit! Their intelligent?" Miguel exclaimed.
"Of course they are." Jake said. "We are still humans, just in a different body."
"How are we going to get rid of them?" Chris asked, rubbing his arms. A cold breeze had gone through the door before it was slammed shut.
"Just go out there and fly." Miguel rolled his eyes sarcastically. "We hope for the be-"
The plan suddenly shook and tilted to the side as the demons succeeded in trashing one of the engines. Before it could turn any more the wing hit a building, demolishing it and sending the plane to a harsh tilt. The nose hit the ground; the plane skidded sideways, smashed through a barricade and fell sideways first into a murky, wet beach.