The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Underground Flight

"I see a light now!" Exclaimed the Cujoh. "I'm probably getting close. Pull harder!"

"All right, Jolyne!" Hermès was trying her darndest to get the two of you out of there. "I can hear you! I just saw you for a split second! But are you guys okay?! What the hell is down there?!"

"Donatello is watching us as we speak." You replied, your words being carried along the string. "Pucci and Dio are here, too."

"Exactly. So we have to find another way down there!" Jolyne still felt this was the best time to attack the enemy, before Whitesnake could evolve. "If they'd cut my rope, I would've been screwed!" The rope briefly went slack, making the two of you descend a few inches. "Wh-What is it, Hermès?! What's going on?! What are you doing up there!"

But Hermès had been pulled into the hole by a memory of Sports Maxx, causing all of you to topple back into the plane.

A flight attendant walked over to the three of you. "Excuse me, miss. This plane is expected to crash at 9:33, on July 21st, 2005. Please turn off all your electronic devices, and make sure that your seatbelt is securely fastened around your waist. Also." She unbuttoned the lower section of her top a bit more. "The thing on my stomach is the head of the man that had been sitting behind me. It wedged itself there due to the impact."

Jolyne scrambled to her feet, immediately tapping her hands on the ceiling. "Shit! Where is it?! The entrance has to be up on the ceiling somewhere! Look for where we came from?"

You dragged a hand along the metal. "The entrance might have closed off the moment Hermès fell into the plane with us. But what exactly do you think this is? Can the Stand replay moments in time?" You were getting slight Moody Blues vibes.

"I was thinking it was some sort of wacky hallucination." Hermès banged her fists against the wall. "But everything feels so normal!"

"We have to find an exit! Was there anyone coming to check the room with a hole in it? There has to be... The police or something had to have come!" Jolyne refused to believe that this was end of the line for her. "Did you see anyone, Hermès?!"

"I... I dunno!" Hermès hadn't been paying a lot of attention to her surroundings while trying to pull you all out of the hole.

"Someone must have called the police following the gunshot. So they're bound to investigate the room soon." Not that you thought they would be much help. Although, if they happened to have a radio, maybe you'd be able to contact the others.

In a fit of anger, and also just wanting to get out of there, Jolyne made Stone Free throw its fists at the roof of the plane.

"Miss, please don't punch the ceiling." Politely requested a man sitting in one of the back seats.

The flight attendant settled her hands on her hips, clearly annoyed by the commotion you were all causing. "Please sit down and be quiet. This plane had left London and was heading for Dallas when we encountered some trouble concerning the fuel level. This plane will be crashing in three minutes."

Jolyne gripped the front of the flight attendant's shirt, trying to threaten her. "Let me see the pilot! We have to land this thing safely! Take us to the cockpit!" She looked over her shoulder at you. "You know how to fly a plane, don't you, (Y/N)?"

"Yes, I do. But..." You could see a few potential problems. "I doubt we'll be able to change something that already happened."

"Yes... it's no use..." The flight attendant's skin began to melt, smoke wafting from the newly formed holes. "We weren't able to land safely. We crashed."

"What the fuck?!" Jolyne let the body hit the floor.

"We all burned to death. When we fell, the plane exploded... and my body..." She stood up, addressing a passenger typing away on his computer. "Excuse me, sir! I thought I told you to turn all electronics off."