There. Ana thought triumphantly. I did it. I saved the world. Ana stood up and stretched, her muscles protesting loudly. Popping her knuckles and her back, she walked back over to Maxis. He was consious now, at least. She sighed. Ana wished that she could've had a better experience saving the world. It was quite easy actually, she thought. All I had to do was to shut down all of the timers. She glanced at the wall clock. Even with three hours to spare. The computer she had used sat in front of her, now shut off.
"You didn't do it," Maxis said, looking up at her. She had removed his gag to have him talk to her. She knew it was stupid, but what the hell?
"What do you mean?" She said absentmindedly. No matter what Maxis said, she knew she turned off the bombs. Everything was okay. Everything was going to be alright. She felt for the gun she took away from Maxis, a secret P99 he had in his jacket. Only if it were necessary, would she pull the trigger.
"You didn't save the world," He said, rolling his eyes. "I'd never make it that easy, Anabella."
Ana flinched. That was her real name, the one her mother had always called her. He knew it was painful for her, to hear her name after agreeing to never contact her family again. "Don't call me Anabella. I'm Ana."
"Not according to your mother. She had always loved you, she did. But, now that you had left her, just out of the-"
He was cut off. A pink hand shaped wound appeared on his left cheek as Ana drew her hand back. The bastard. How dare he speak of her mother if he didn't even know her personally?
"Don't slap me again, you bitch," He said harshly. Ana stared him down, knowing that she would win. She was too tough now to be brought down by a mere insult. Those words didn't mean anything to her now. Ana had been through too much. Nothing meant anything anymore.
The windows rattled as Ana stared Maxis down. After a while, he sighed and looked away, at his own defeat. Ana grinned and glanced out a window, wondering what the hell made it rattle like that.
She sighed. Looks like she was going to have to take matters into her own hands. Grabbing a Coke from his mini fridge, she popped the lid and chugged half of it down. Throwing the rest in a trash can, she wiped her mouth and started for the main control room of the plane.
"What is going on, here?" She said to the pilots. They were crazily pressing buttons, glancing back and forth between her face and the controls. One man, named Derek by his nametag, glanced at her and stopped his movements.
"Do I know you?" He said loudly. Suddenly a wave of rain cascaded over the front windshield, and a clap of thunder echoed from afar.
Ana shook her head. But she knew him, alright. When she was a little girl, there was a boy named Derek Green in her class. He was always the guy who had big dreams, of hitting it big, and becoming famous. He loved the air, loved the open skies. She faintly remembered him during college, a guy who strived for success. She had a crush on him for a while, until science won over her heart. Romance had never been high on Ana's list. But Derek, she knew him alright. Especially by his trademark brown flippy hair.
She looked at the other pilot, Sam. He seemed decent enough. "What is going on?"
Sam sighed and glanced at Ana. "Seems like we ran into a storm,"
"And why didn't you see this coming?" She hissed at them. Isn't it obvious if you fly into a freaking black cloud? How could they possibly be stupid enough to put all of the passengers' lives on the line? Idiots.
"Maxis said not to be distracted. To go straight on course. No different routes. He seemed extremely desperate to get to his destination on time. Now, we just might be sidetracked..." Derek trailed off as he grabbed at his tiny walkie talkie thing. Saying some numbers and their destination, he radioed off and looked out the window for a minute before getting back to his control panel.
"Well, he changed his mind. Use the nearest route to a safe spot. I don't want to be in this storm when it really hits." Ana said quickly and left the cockpit. She ran a hand through her hair before entering and seeing Maxis.
"The end of the world is going to be your fault," Maxis murmured, not looking at her. "I didn't make it that easy," He repeated from earlier. "To fully shut off the bombs, the command needs to be made by me, the damn thing is voice automated. You didn't stop it. And you never will until you let me out. I-"
"Shut up," Ana spit at him. He was lying. She knew it. There was no way he'd make something that technical. It was unresonable.
But his words planted a seed of doubt to flower in Ana's head. What if he was telling the truth? And because of her arrogance, she hadn't saved the world? The world's life would rest on her shoulders, and not just figuratively.
"How do I know that you're telling the truth?" Ana said, getting down to be at eye level with him. His eyes, dark and mysterious stared back into hers. She couldn't read him at all, and he knew it.
"Anabella, would I ever lie to you?" He simply said, blinking twice.
Ana scoffed and stood back up. Yes, he would, her mind argued. He really would lie to her. He would kill her and not feel any guilt. She rolled her eyes and sighed. Men. Idiotic creatures.
Suddenly the plane rocked forward, and Ana crashed to the ground. Looking up and squinting through her hair in her eyes, she wondered what made her fall. The plane rocked to the left again, throwing Ana against the wall, knocking the breath out of her. She heard a crack, but didn't have time to check anything out before being thrown across the room again.
"What's going on?" She spit out, quickly getting up and limping to the cockpit. The snap had been her ankle, she knew she had broken it. What luck.
"We're going down, we're going down! Mayday, mayday, calling back to base, we're going down! Over!" Derek screamed into the device as the plane was whipped back and forth. Sam was wildly pressing at controls and buttons, not even noticing Ana's entrance.
"Hurry up! We're losing altitude! Sam, you have to-" Derek started but was cut off. Ana quickly glanced over at him and screamed. His throat was cut! The small window he had on his left had broken, and the glass had shattered everywhere. Ana felt some blood run down her cheek, from a large cut she had just recieved. Letting out a bloodcurling scream, she stared at her arm, at the visibly painful wound she just recieved. A shard of glass, the size of her palm, had cut into her arm, and through it. Her breathing raised into a hysterical level, and she grabbed the shard, the glass cutting through her palm. Wincing at all of the blood she was seeing, Ana gasped out a few more lungfuls of air before starting.
Black spots clouded her vision, and Ana grasped the glass even harder. Squeezing her eyes shut, she screamed out as the shard of glass was wrenched out of her arm. Throwing the shard at the ground, she saw an unconsious Sam at her feet. The plane was plummeting into the ocean!
Her eyes wildly scanned the controls. She didn't know anything about flying! How could she even think of trying to-
Eyes rolling back into her head, Ana grasped onto the chair, trying to maintain balance. The plane rocked forward, sending Ana flying back to the cabin, to see an unconsious Maxis also. Her head banged against the wall, and she shut her eyes in defeat as she let the darkness overcome her.