The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Predetermination

Donatello knew now that his ability, Underworld, was what had made his life so miserable thus far. But now, he could control it. He wouldn't thank Pucci for that. He was sure he would have figured it out on his own eventually, even without his help. The reason he had an ability in the first place was because Dio's blood ran through his veins. If there was anyone he wanted to thank, it was his father.

Pucci reminded Donatello of the judge that had sent him to the Juvenile Detention Facility despite him telling the truth about the shoes falling from the sky. To him, Pucci was a selfish man who didn't care about any opinion besides his own. If Dio hadn't been connected to the priest, Donatello might have sent Pucci into the plane, too.

And then there was you. Donatello didn't believe what Pucci had said about your friends 'blinding you from the truth.' He was sure the priest was just using that as an excuse to convince the others to essentially capture you. So Dio's son thought the best course of action was to take you for himself. Even if only to spite Pucci. And perhaps having you would help him achieve his goal of being happier than everyone else.

But first he'd mess up Pucci's plans. Perhaps there was a way to take whatever powers the priest was going to gain from absorbing Dio's bone. He deserved it more than anyone, Donatello thought, because he was his son. He'd take the Heaven that Pucci desired.

Donatello used Underworld to bring up a memory of Pucci from the ground. Using that, he was easily able to steal Weather Report's memory disc. While he was at it, he decided to take yours as well.

"Emporio! Pick up the phone!" Though it wasn't like Jolyne's shouting would speed up the process. She then pulled down the pilot's oxygen mask. "Hey, you! What kind of plane is this?! How the hell do I get out?! There's gotta be a way to get out of this thing while sitting down! I've seen it in movies! Tell me how to do it!"

The man looked up at her, confused why she was even asking. "There's a button on the seat handle that controls the eject mechanism... but I didn't try to escape. I hit the ground before I could do it. That's why no one will leave this plane. The button doesn't even work, anyway."

Emporio's voice suddenly blasted through from the radio. "What's wrong? Why'd you call me so quickly?"

"Emporio!" The Cujoh was glad to have finally made contact with the child. "Right now Hermès and (Y/N) are in a plane that's going to crash! The plane is in a big hole in the floor of the hospital! I'm flying in a fighter jet or something! It's gonna crash, too! Find a way for us to get out!"

"Uh..." The kid was rightfully confused. "Calm down, Jolyne. I don't understand what you're saying at all... but I'll start heading to the hospital."

"Don't!" Jolyne didn't want the kid walking straight into danger. "Listen, we're trapped in past events right now! The crash is already predetermined. The only way for us to avoid this is if we escape, and we can't!"

Hermès glanced to the digital clock on the wall. "It's no use... We have no time left! Less than a minute until this plane crashes!"

"Sure, but that doesn't mean you guys won't survive this situation." You weren't particularly worried about your own survival. It would take more than a plane crash to kill you. You leaned partially out of the plane, Wamuu holding on tightly to your arm to stop you from falling. "Jolyne! Ask Emporio to search up if there were any survivors!" You knew the kid had brought his computer.

"Okay! Let me just make this jet crash into the plane first!" And the next moment, the fan on the end of the jet tore through the side of the plane, letting it jut through several of the passenger seats. The aircraft canopy opened and Jolyne unbuckled her seatbelt, genuinely surprised that had worked. And said as such through the radio.

You made your through the seats, lending a hand to help Jolyne out of the cockpit. "Did Emporio find anything yet?"

"I'm looking it up right now, (Y/N)!" You could faintly hear the clicking of his keyboard. "Got it! That crash had two survivors! You might not be able to escape the plane, but if this really is an event that happened in the past, you'll survive if you get to those two seats! I'll try to find out which ones they are!"

Pucci watched the scene unfold, not particularly surprised by the current display. "That's Jolyne Cujoh for you. She always finds a way to create her own path, even in situations like this. Not to mention, (Y/N) is clever in her own right. Especially to have killed your father in the first place. It's truly a shame that she is so misguided in the usage of her talents. But the real question is..." He bore holes into the back of Donatello's head with his gaze. "Are you able to make quick decisions on your own, Versus?"

Donatello grit his teeth, glad that the priest couldn't see his face right now. He just wanted the man to shut up already. Pucci probably thought he was so much better than him. He'd like to see him try handling three people at once after only recently learning what a Stand even was.

"I got it!" Exclaimed Emporio, his eyes scanning the words on the website. "An old newspaper recorded the seats the survivors were in! The seats were in economy class 51D and F! They're all the way at the back! And the plane really did crash at 9:33, they weren't lying!"

Underworld zoomed through the plane, headed toward the back.

"Shit! The enemy's inside!" Hermès began sprinting down the aisle. "He's trying to get to the seats before we do! He's going to destroy those seats!"

"32 seconds till impact." Whispered the enemy Stand to themselves. "It's not that big a deal. I just have to prevent them from sitting. Doing so would mean their end."

"Ora!" Stone Free punched a part of the plane straight into the Stand. Then she stared hoping along the backs of the seats, "Go, Hermès! Protect those seats! If we can secure those and survive this crash, we'll be able to confront the Stand user! We have to survive... and beat the shit out of him!"

"I guess we need to remove the survivors as well." You now stood in front of a middle aged woman and an elderly man. "They're not really real, anyway, so it should all be fine." You pulled the woman out of her seat and shoved her aside.

"Woah!" The old man had not been expecting to have his hair grabbed by Hermès. "Wh-What are you three up to?!"

"Stop it!" Shrieked the woman.

"Shut up!" The Costello had enough of their whining. "You're just memories of the survivors! You're not human or ghosts and you're probably alive somewhere right now, anyway!" She looked over her shoulder toward friend, "Come on, Jolyne! Let's put our seatbelts on!"

"...huh?" You watched as a kid fell through the roof of the plane, plopping down onto the seats. "He's really bringing children into this?"

The first kid was a young girl with some hair ripped from her scalp. The left side of her face was badly scarred and covered with bandages.

A young boy came crashing down next, their head bonking against the armrest. One of the prosthetic legs popped off the joint.

The little girl looked around, seemingly not very worried. "This isn't my room... Where am I? It's time for them to change my bandages. Then I get to take a nap and drink my medicine..." She tugged on your arm. "Hey, do you know where the nurses are?"

You crouched down to be closer to her level. "They're upstairs right now. We'll make sure you get back safely."

Then a third kid, this one sporting a buzz cut, fell in after.

"What?!" Hermès couldn't believe that the situation was still getting worse. Three kids was a hassle she truly didn't want to deal with.

A smirk settled onto Donatello's face. "I don't need to destroy those seats. Don't forget your seatbelt, Jolyne. But you'll have to get those kids out of the way, first! You'd survive. You would save your own life. But by the time you get out of that plane. You'd feel intense guilt for what you've done... Killing innocent children just so you can live! You'd have to fight me with that heavy weight on your shoulder. Would anyone have the strength left to fight? Underworld isn't a physically strong Stand, but it's strong enough to kill once the enemy has weakened in spirit!"

Dio clapped his son on the shoulder, "I like the way you think, Donatello." He, too, enjoyed mentally damaging his enemies before killing them. Perhaps it was something they could bond about on a later date. After the Joestars were officially taken care of and he was reunited with you and all his sons.