Broken

Chapter 1: Falling (Kratos)

It all happened in a flash. All I could remember is the fast, electric speed that the plane caught as it was falling. After a hard impact that jerked my body back toward the seat, the oxygen masks fell from the ceiling. That was when I knew that the plane had been hit.

Spiraling down with great acceleration, a knot of nervousness formed within the very core of my stomach, contracting with every second that the plane was freefalling through the air. As intuition kicked in, I knew what I had to do. Instead of putting on the oxygen mask like any normal person would, I decided to unbuckle my seatbelt and run to the front of the plane. Besides, no one from airline faculty would try to stop me. To be honest, they were probably more concerned over saving their own lives versus risking it to tell some idiot to sit down. Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the front of the plane. Panting, I frantically made my way to the cockpit, the heavy force of the fall pulling me back with every step that I took.

What in the world was going on? Something had to have exploded in order for something like this to happen. But how would a terrorist get through airline security with explosives? Or perhaps there was another plane trying to take down this one for some reason. Or maybe, just maybe, there was the slim chance that someone knew I was going to be on this plane today. Maybe someone was out to get me. I had told Master Shadow from the get go that there was a possibility that anyone who found out that I was in contact with the human world would try to hunt me down. Never once had I ever gotten into a sticky situation that I couldn't get myself out of, but this time my life was hanging by a thread. Let's just say, it wasn't the most comfortable position to be in. In fact, it was the exact opposite.

Approached the pilots, there was crimson blood scattered all over the place. I could tell by both the moisture in the air and the temperature that the explosion had occurred around this area. I slapped the captain's face to see if he would wake. You might think it was humorous to do such a thing, but in all actuality it had worked for me many times before. Worry overtook me when I received no reaction from him. I swiftly checked his wrist and neck for a pulse, to no avail. No better results were given when checking the co-pilot. They were both dead which left no one in charge of flying the plane. Seeing that I had no choice, I knew that the decision had already been made for me.I had to take control of the plane myself.

There were innocent people on this plane who had their own families and lives to live out, and in my hands was their only chance of survival. Screams, sobs, and desperate wails could be heard from the passengers. Reluctantly, I took the joystick of the plane and looked at multiple screens trying to figure out how to read the maps. How in the world was I supposed to know what to do? Blinking red lights flashed all over the screens, loud noises blared from all corners, and I felt myself begin to panic. Frantically, I moved the joystick to the left and nothing happened. I tried again, this time to the right;Nothing happened again.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I screamed out of frustration.

Attempting to move the joystick a few more times, it still didn't budge. A hacker must've taken over control of the main operating system, disabling the plane's controls. As the plane started to pick up speed again, the force of the fall had thrown me to the opposite wall and caused me to hit my head pretty hard. The room spun as I tried to catch my balance.

There was a hot, burning sensation coming from my head. Putting my hand up to the spot, a drop of blood trickled down my hand. Great. Just great. Was there any way that this day could've gotten any worse?

Rubbing my head with the palm of my right hand,I suddenly felt my body stop in shock. This room started to feel uncomfortable due to the fact that the atmosphere was getting really humid. That was when I noticed the flames devouring the control panel of the plane. Taking initiative to put them out, I extended my hand outward towards the dancing blaze of orange and red. Realizing that my power wasn't activating with my command, a frustrated sigh escaped my lips. Trying once more was a waste of time because once again they didn't activate. Looking down at my hand, I noticed that it was involuntarily shaking. My powers must've not been working because my body was locking up in nervousness. My humane functions were fighting against the voluntary will of activating my powers . As the flames began to grow, realization hit me: if I stayed here, there was a great chance that I wouldn't make it out alive.