Also, be sure to check out my new story "Tales from the Nightosphere" with your beloved redneck, Jay as my co-author.
My hands hurt. I mean HURT. I mean, who the hell drives a freaking plane this long anyways? And seriously, we're not even close according to the radar-map-thing. And okay, maybe I should know a little more about flying a plane before actually flying one, but it wasn't like there was a "Dumby's Guide to Flying" handy.
And worst of all, for the past twelve hours I have been listening to "Minneapolis."
"Hey, Minneapolis." "Hey, hey, Minnie."
"Yo, Apple." "Mineapolis.
"Hello?"
"Hey."
Me: "Jay, would you shut the hell up?" "And I thought I was keeping good company here." Jay shakes his head.
"Are rednecks even aloud to say 'yo?'" I ask.
"There are plenty of gangster rednecks who say 'yo.'"
"Gangster rednecks?" I raise an eyebrow. He nods and stands up.
"'Course there are." And walks away. Thank god. Something beeped. I was scared to know what it was.
I looked at the controls closely and found the source of the beeping was only a GPS-like-thing that was letting me know we had met a halfway mark. So... twelve hours left? Can I survive that? Chances are... no probably not. Especially not if-
"You're so stupid, you couldn't find your own ass with both hands!" You'll never guess who.
"Hurtful." Kory clutches his heart, mockingly.
"It will be," Reaver mumbles.
"What was that, cowtail?" Kory spins around, facing him.
"Nothing, don't fight." Reaver kicks his feat up and leans back in a chair. I press the button that appears to be auto-pilot and walk into first class. The group has gathered around the Kory and Jay, Reaver being a bystander for once. But it looked like Kory wasn't going to let that slide for too long.
"Why shouldn't we fight?" Kory growls.
"Well first of all, we're limited on humans in this world, and I don't want the population to get smaller because you were being an idiot, as usual." "I'M the idiot?" Kory's face turns red.
Reaver raises his eyebrows, "Of course. Who else would qualify as such a low life form other than yourself?" "Stand up you dumb bastard, let's fight."
"I'll have you know that I had a great deal of respect for my family and my father. I'm afraid that calling me a bastard was not a wise choice on your behalf." Reave does indeed stand up.
"Guys... don't..." Fairbanks says quietly.
"If you do, there will be punishment." Russia hisses. But it doesn't seem to stop them.
"Come now, you really wish to fight me after all the killing you've witnessed from me?" Reaver asks one last time.
"Bring it, freak." Kory gets ready to charge him.
"Very well, I shall bring it." Before Reaver can actually make a move, Kory is rushing towards him. Reaver steps out of the way and hits him upside the head with a brief case. Kory is knocked out immeduiately, of course."My work is done, Minneapolis," It's the first time anyone seemed to notice my presence, "you may resume flying the plane."
I nod, and begin to walk back, when the plane suddenly shifts violently to the right. "What was that?" Texas screeches. Oh, no...
"Uhm... that's not good." I say, trying to make my way back.
"Why aren't you flying the plane?" Bavaria's face is filled with horror.
"Uh..." I don't really answer but focus on getting the plane back on it's original path.
"Everytime we fly the freaking plane, something bad has to happen!" Texas is pissed. Whatever. I can fix this.
"Yup." I sigh as the whole plane shifts to the left. Charlotte starts to scream her head off and Reaver goes to quiet her. Kory is still passed out, so I laugh.
"What is so funny about this?" Emmett asks me, his mouth gaping. "Look at Kory," Both Emmett and Jay look, but only Jay laughs. Emmett groans and rolls his eyes as the plane starts to turn again. I throw myself into the cockpit and see the problem immediately. We were beginning to nose dive into the ocean below. Hmm...
"What are you DOING?" Texas asks me while I'm staring out the window. Okay, to be honest, I was being a LITTLE derpy. "Just uh... nothing. Not doing anything." I shrug, then hit a button.
"Do something to save us you freak!" Bavaria is in the door now as we go forward. I glare at her, then push past the two and into first class. I thrust the emergency exit open and the life raft starts to inflate. I throw a bunch of the seat cussions out into the water and wait. Not that bad of a fall. The plane started falling forward. "Hurry, get out." I say, not very urgently. Everyone stares at me, bemused. "Get. Out." I repeat myself, this time very seriously. They rush themselves out of the door. The alarm from the door was starting to get on my nerves. After everyone was out, I jumped out as well. Falling wasn't my best technique. I was never into swimming, so I didn't really know how to dive, or whether or not diving would have been an apropriate way to fall in this scenario. And even worse, I didn't really know how to swim. So this should be... interesting.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Emmett yells at me as we're falling through the air.
"Oh, lots of things." I answer, looking around. Not to much longer. In fact- I plunged into the cold, cold blue water. It swallowed me whole. I wanted to scream but didn't... couldn't. I. Hate. Water! The madness didn't end. I just kept going deeper and deeper. The light from the surface was growing dimmer. This wasn't a very smart idea. Really, it wasn't. But I was pressed for time. But who will blame me if I die? Soon, as I am running out of air, my surroundings grow fuzzy, I was far beyond terrified. Or far from. It was hard to tell. Then as all hope was lost, I was pulled back up to the surface.
"You are crazy." I don't really know who it was. All I know is that we made it onto the life raft, but remember nothing past that.