Yes Mistress

my body hurts

POV: Daria

My body aches. I am swimming in a sea of blackness and starlight. The world is gone. The universe is before me. Spreading out below my fingertips. I am the artist. Ready to put my hands against a spine or a shoulder to awaken the animal hidden inside. To stoke its head. Hello old friend.

"Hello!! Miss!!" A female voice with a French accent and desperation leans over me as my eyes flutter to a strained open.

Light floods in. White. Painful. I can feel hands all over my body, pressing various things. I can feel the blood. I open my eyes the whole way to see my body, bandaged. Sore and painful.

Doctors and nurses and security guards are all over the place. Grabbing backs if medicine and smacking on new bandages. From what I can guess happened I am surprised I am not worse.

I try to answer. Open my mouth and whine. The nurse seemes surprised and picks up a serenge, adding it to my IV bag.

"Wait....wait...did I make it? Am I safe?"

She holds my hand. Stroking my hair. "Yes miss. You are just badly hurt and its going to be very painful for you to wake up right now. So I am putting you back to sleep. I will be here....your safe....your safe."

Her words fade out as my world is pulled back into the void.

POV: Lawrence

This was not supposed to happen!!!

With the grand meeting coming up and everything else falling into place, I just needed her back. In my arms. Back with me. If I had been allowed to go myself maybe she would have come willingly. Maybe the plane would not have crashed.

"Drive faster.." I growl at the driver and feel him step on the gas. Feel the car lurch forward into the traffic.

We had a police escort. Well I always do. I own half of them. Half the police In Europe. But the traffic due to the crash at the airport has us backed up like some sort of holiday. People waiting to park and go into the terminals. People trying to pick up other people who just landed. Clean up crews. Firefighters. People who can't keep their noses out of other peoples business.

I watch the small screen in the back of the limo. A reporter stands in front of the plane on the runway. What is left of it. Once a small private aircraft, now a burning inferno amongst the stone and concrete of the runway. Firefighters rush from all sides with hoses to put out the flame. My heart sinks to my stomach.

"Today began with such promise and ends in tragedy." The reporter, a young woman in her mid 20s. Stutters,  looking over her shoulder. "We have one confirmed death on board the crashed vestle. Although it has been conferemed that there were shots fired inside the cabin. And they are rolling this death a homicide. We don't know how many passengers were on board but we have one heading for the hospital as we speak we third degree burns. Detectives are saying she is the one who made the distress call to the tower and landed the plane for the most part successfully. She also has gun shot wounds and due to the fact that there is no gunshot residue on her hands we belive that she is not the perpetrator and in fact another victim of this supposed hijacking. This is Sienna Dorman."

The chanel turns to more news of the area, something about food supplies and a mafia meeting.

I grab my phone, dial the number I rang up this morning.

"Hey, I need you to send a team over to the hospital. I know the woman who they are brining in. See that she stays there until I arrive."

The man on the other end just grunts and hangs up. Good boy.

"Driver!! Tell the cops that we have a new destination. And tell them to step on it!"

POV: Julian

The news is all over the place. Even as I flash my badge about to get to the military part of the terminal. Its is on everyone's lips. On every television I pass by.

A plane that left from this airport some half a day ago has crashed on the runway of a French airport. They say that one person was shot to death and that another is being rushed to the hospital. They don't yet know either of their names. But my hands turn cold either way.

"Passport please." Says the security guard as I run out onto the landing and spot the single passenger plane.

I fork over the document and all others I think I might need. The man glares at them coldly and then pulls him radio to his mouth, mumbling something I can't quite make out. I tap my foot impatiently as he scans the fomenting for the fourth time before handing them back and grunting.

"Seems like you got orders from someone up high. Good luck soldier."

I dont respond, just tuck my documents back into their safe compartment and sling my bad over my shoulder.

"Is the single fuled?" I say as I begin walking twords the aircraft not turning to give him a chance to respond.

"Yes sir. You have 12 minutes until the next plane goes. I suggest you move quickly."

"Roger that."

I jog the rest of the way. Not wanting the real order to come in or him to change his mind. I climb on into the cockpit and set to tapping the instrument and making sure my helmet is on right. I then allow the capsule to fold in around and the plane to hum to life. Its been a while since I flew by myself. But muscle really does take you far.

8 put my thumb up as I watch the crew unhook the fule pump.

"Hello tower and I clear to enter the runway?"

The coms blare in my ears and I try not to flinch as some old lady on the other end answers with my conformation. I roll the bird forward. Willing the insane dread that sits on my stomach to leave me alone and slide onto the runway and halt.

I check all the instruments once more and begin the takeoff as the tower singles all go. Lever down I lunge forward. Picking up gradual bumping spead and the bird pops off the ground for a moment and then back down. Doing so several times as I amp up the speed to full and lift off the ground.

I hope I make it there. Before he does.