Chapter Two

MY LAST WEEK IN the states flew by quickly. I spent every day outside either by myself or hangin' out with Allen. I knew it would probably be the last time I'd ever see him until we were on our own, and I tended to make the best of it. So, naturally, I was a little bit sad when the day we were to leave came. I didn't know if this would make it any easier or not, but Allen and his parents drove us to the airport to see us off.

"Promise me you won't forget me," he said, makin' sure I had his email address for the thousandth time.

"I swear. I'll email you once a week," I assured him, smilin'. Someone bumped into (more like shoved) me, sendin' me flyin' forward. I whirled 'round to look and saw two women stalkin' past, each dressed in dark clothin' with long, curly black hair. Rude people, I thought. But somethin' didn't seem right 'bout them…maybe it was the fact that they had on long trench-coat-looking garments, but it was more this feelin' I had when I looked at them. But then I got feelin's when I looked at a lot'a people…feelings that told me things 'bout who they were as a person that I otherwise shouldn't have known. I shook my head and turned back to Allen.

"And you better come visit us."

"We'll miss you Evelyn," Allen's mom said, givin' me a hug. His dad gave me a hug too, tellin' me to stay the same. They then turned to give my parents their farewells. I don't know why, but hearin' that from them brought tears to my eyes.

"Hey, it'll be okay, Ev," Allen said, a pained look on his face as he pulled me into a hug. "It'll all turn out fine."

"I sure hope so…"

"Just don't get a mixed accent, please. I don't think I can handle much more on top of what you have now." I laughed into his shoulder, shakin' my head at him.

"I guess I'll try not to…just for you." Our hug broke a few moments later when an announcement for our flight came over the speakers.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye," I said, smilin' sadly at him and his parents.

"But not forever," Allen said.

"But not forever," I hoped.

"Wow. These flights take forever, don't they?" I said to no one, really, gazin' out at the endless dark sky below us that I'm sure was probably full of clouds like it had been when it was still light out.

"Eh, this flight isn't the worst that we've been on," Dad said.

"We'll be stopping in about an hour in England to switch flights," Mom said.

"So you mean the flight could last more than eight hours?"

"Way more," Mom said.

"Urg…" I groaned.

"Take a nap. Time'll fly by that way," Dad suggested, smilin'.

"Mmm…that actually sounds like a pretty good idea. Thanks dad!"

"What can I say? I'm a genius."

I snorted, but smiled good-naturedly. "Actually…I'll be right back." I stood up and slid past them, walkin' toward the back of the plane, lookin' for the bathroom. A tinglin' feelin' raced 'cross my skin. My gaze snapped up from lookin' at the floor and I met the cold, grey eyes of one of the women that had shoved me in the airport. I got the feelin' that she expected me to flinch away, but I held her witherin' stare, tryin' to ignore the unnatural feelin' I got from lookin' at her.

"What are you staring at, you filthy muggle?" a girl about my age and an almost exact replica of the older woman next to her snarled. She had a crazed voice and a British accent. "You dare to look a pureblood in the eye and defy her? I'll show you how to respect—"

"Who d'you think you are? Royalty?" I scoffed. "You're a human-bein' just like the rest of us! Just 'cause somebody looks at you don't mean you need to lose yer head."

I started to walk away when she lept to her feet, hand goin' into her pocket as she snarled, "You bit—"

I froze and turned back to her and raised an eyebrow. "Ya still gotta problem?" I spread my hands out. "Go on. Let's hear what Miss Princess desires. Everybody drop what you're doin' so we can wait on hand and foot for her royal highness!"

"Bella," the other woman cut the girl, Bella, off as she opened her mouth to retort. The woman grabbed her hand that she was 'bout to bring out of her pocket.

"Hush. Not now." They both were very loud and had attracted many curious and wary stares from other people on the plane. I guess it didn't help that my voice was risin' with my anger. A flight attendant was headin' toward us.

"Get your tongue under control," I said as I passed them, rollin' my eyes.

"Watch your back," Bella snarled back. "You're going to pay with your life."

I opened my eyes, body tense and senses on high alert. Somethin' had startled me from my sleep, leavin' me feelin' disoriented and the slightest bit scared.

I looked 'round me, tryin' to see what could have triggered my senses, but all I saw was the quiet scene. Everyone on the plane was either asleep or just relaxin'; the plane was dark except for the dim lights that lit the aisle and where the bathrooms were located. Rubbin' my eyes, I turned to the window at the night sky…and saw a streak of black fly by.

Sittin' up stiff and straight, completely awake, I peered out the window, tryin' to see if I'd been seein' things, or if there'd really been somethin'. After a few more minutes of strainin' my eyes, I gave up and shrugged, convinced my mind was just playin' tricks on me because I was tired. I leaned back into the seat, closin' my eyes to—bang! There was a gunshot sound and then somethin' slammed into the plane, makin' the wall vibrate. Some people stirred, but just closed their eyes and continued to sleep. I jumped up as a tinglin' feelin' went down my spine. Somethin' was wrong. Somethin' bad was going to happen.

Just then the whole plane shook again, and the same loud, metallic sound filled the air, signalin' the plane had been struck again.

"Dad? Mom?" I said in a shaky voice, tappin' my dad's shoulder. "Somethin's happenin' to the plane."

"Hmm?" my dad said, slowly openin' his eyes. Other people were sittin' up and lookin' 'round, tryin' to find the source of the noise.

A voice came over the speakers. "Everyone please stay seated and buckle your seatbelts. We're entering a storm and it's going to be a bumpy ride."

High-pitched, sadistic laughter then filled the air. It was gleeful, but in a sick and twisted way.

A flight attendant came runnin' out of the cockpit, lookin' 'round. "Excuse me ladies!" he said. "Please take a seat. This storm's—"

"Avada Kedavra!" a shrill voice yelled, and a bright, green light came out of nowhere, hittin' the man square in the chest. His eyes widened and he fell to the floor, motionless. I knelt next to him, touchin' his wrist.

"He's dead," I said, lookin' down the aisle, lockin' eyes with the two women I had clashed with earlier.

There was one split second of silence, and then the screamin' started as people realized that one, there were murderers on board this here plane, and two, there was somethin' more at play here. Somethin' unnatural…like magic. People jumped up out of their seats and started runnin', though where they expected to go, I couldn't tell.

A loud crack filled the air, and then a groaning sound. The plane tilted suddenly, and I went flyin' into the wall, and then onto the floor as it started to drop. Black mist filled the air and cloaked figures appeared out of nowhere, holdin' sticks in their hands, sendin' more green light flyin' in every direction, hittin' targets, killin' them instantly.

"Incendio!" the older version of the girl named Bella yelled, and the man I was knelt next to caught on fire. I jumped back, startled, and knocked a woman over. She shoved me away and ran, straight into one of the cloaked figures, who killed her with the green light. More fires were set in various places on the plane, smoke fillin' the area.

"Evelyn!" my mom shouted. She tossed me a sheathed knife, a gun, and a belt that had a pouch full of bullets. "Cover me and your dad," she said. "We're going to go send a distress signal and try to land the plane." I nodded, attached the belt, slid the sheathed knife onto the belt, and stood. I cocked the gun, took aim at a cloaked figure, and fired. Mom and Dad, low to the ground, snuck past the preoccupied cloaked people. The man I shot screamed and fell over, takin' a few more cloaked people with him.

"She killed him!" a man yelled.

They started to move towards me, flingin' people out of their way by usin' words and their sticks. I took aim and shot another one, but aside from some growls of frustration, the others kept on their course like it didn't matter. By now, the air was stuffy and it was gettin' hard to breath, the smoke inhalation was becomin' a bit much and visibility was poor, so I didn't wanna use my gun anymore for fear of hittin' a civilian.

I backed up but stopped when I felt somethin' poke me in the back. The shrill laughter from earlier sounded, and when I looked over my shoulder I saw it was the woman who had a stick pointed at me, jabbin' my back. But the crazed laughter was comin' from Bella, who was skippin' down the airplane aisle, sendin' green light everywhere, not carin' where it hit. She skipped over to the group and grinned horribly.

"I choose her. She's the one," she said, pointin' a long finger at me.

"Are you sure Bellatrix?" the woman who had the stick jabbed in my back asked.

"I'm sure Aunt Walburga."

"Then let's go," the woman who looked like Bellatrix, Walburga, said. "Orion, take care of her." A huge man (and by huge I mean tall and muscular) stepped forward.

"Wait Uncle!" Bellatrix said, smilin'. "I want her to hear everyone on this plane die. I want her to see the plane plummet to the ground and crash; to hear the terrified screams of her kind as they realize their lives are about to end."

"Very well," Orion said in a deep rumble. Everyone except for Walburga, Bellatrix, and Orion disappeared with a pop. Walburga muttered somethin' and the plane started to plummet. The smoke cleared so that those who were still alive could see the dead and the faces of those left alive. People were clingin' to the seats and each other, screamin' bloody murder. They all knew they were gonna die, just as I knew I wasn't gonna be so lucky.

"Evelyn!" I heard my dad yell. He and my mom came runnin' out of the cockpit. "I'm so sorry, there's nothin' we can do…"

"Avada Kedavra!" Walburga said softly, and the green light hit my dad square in the chest.

"NO!" I screamed. "DAD!"

"Adam!" my mom yelled. She pulled out her gun and shot at Walburga. The woman moved, but it still pierced her arm.

A look of fury crossed Orion's face and he sent the same light towards my mom that had killed my dad and so many other people. She fell next to my dad, eyes blank and staring at me. Just like my dad's.

"You bastard!" I yelled. "You bitch! You killed my parents! You killed them!" I launched myself at the man, wrappin' my arms around his neck tightly. He slammed his back against the wall, tryin' to crush me. But I didn't care. The damned bastard was gonna die for what he and the woman had done to my parents. I felt nothin' but the heated fury swellin' up inside me, burstin' at the seams. I wanted to kill. Everythin' that meant the most to me, everythin' that I knew, was gone. And there was nothin' I could do to stop it. And when I looked back at earlier in the day, I couldn't help but think it was my fault. If I hadn't had mouthed the two women, they wouldn't have went on a killin' spree. If I would'a held my damned tongue, these people and my parents would still be alive.

"We need to get out of here, Orion," Walburga yelled over the screamin' people and the roar of the plane. "Once you Apparate, that'll knock her down."

He growled out a response that was lost to my ears, and seconds later the disastrous scene disappeared and I was swirlin' in complete and total darkness. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, but this time for safety reasons. I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath. I didn't know where I was goin', but I'm sure that the swirlin' darkness would be heaven compared to where I was goin' to end up.

A/N: Now we are getting somewhere, eh? Not gonna say much 'cause I don't like to spoil things, but, hey! Suspense is good!

Oh, yeah. Some of you may be wondering "how did they sneak their guns on the plane?" Well…you know what? I haven't really thought of that. Or maybe I have. And maybe it's a secret for now. Hmmm….

Next chapter comin' soon! So all that's left for you good people is to REVIEW! Thanks a bunch!

Nike