Once Upon A Thread

2.

Do you know about the 5 second rule?

How it's been proven that our brain takes five seconds to send out signals to are body. 5 little seconds can change so much if you understand how to use it.

Its impossible to move during those seconds most people can't even form a thought when panicked. During my moment of panic I didn't use the 5 seconds intelligently. My eye's snapped opened from the pain of being jabbed in the stomach.

I've been so terrified of my collapsing abdoned building, I use to rest in. It felt like a chunk of cement logged into my side. But it was just the handle of the luggage I've been resting on.

It was to late when I realized that though. Exactly 6 seconds to late. My leg had kicked out in shock knocking one bag into a box. Triggering a blaring alarm. My skined glowed red and the smooth ride became bumpy. A blaring alarm almost drowned out the pilots screaming in the front.

"PAUL I THOUGHT YOU CHECKED THE REAR ENGINE!"

"I DID YOU LUNATIC! YOU MUST HAVE OVER LOADED THE STORAGE. I TELL YOU ALL THE TIME ITS NOT WORTH THE EXTRA CHANGE.

NOW WERE GOING TO FUCKING DIE."

Over loaded the back storage? Is he really talking about my extra weight? Theirs no way I could weigh more then a 130. I bet some of these box weigh more then two of me. My disbelief didn't change anything though. The shuttle still shook and rattled. Slowly sinking downward.

" I REFUSE TO LET US DIE PAUL! WERE RIGHT OVER CORISON, IM JUST GOING TO HAVE TO CRASH LAND"

Their was nothing I could do to help and with just a blink we were dropping faster then the speed of light. We crashed and I could feel the ripples of metal tearing around me. My ears popped deafening me.

Then suddenly everything went still besides my heart beat. Louder then any drum solo I ever heard. Playing like a army is on the horizon. I wanted to move so bad but shock held me still.

Locked in fears iron cold hold. Everytime I look back on this moment I always blame myself. For all the possibilities or things I could have changed. In reality though I had sealed my fate the moment I got inside.

Frozen in time is how they found me. The loud screech of metal doors being pryed open revealed me and the remaining luggage. A group of angry men huddle around the small opening before suddenly moving out of the way.

My eyes should have paid attention to the man walking towards me. He was tall and had a beer gut. Looked like he was scrapped up pretty bad. He must have caught on fire at some point. Every itch of him was burned to some degree. His clothes were hardly their but no one seemed to care.

Instead I was captivated by the shinning purple sky with bright gold stars above our head's. Earth sky is so plain compared to this planets. I couldn't stop myself from admiring it.

Even when the almost naked man grabbed me from the front of my shirt. Dragging me out of the cruppled up shuttle. My view was still amazing and worth every moment.

The mob started to chant around us.

"Kill her!"

"Kill her!"

" Kill her!"

My tounge held still and I remained limp in the man's grip. All I could see was gravel crunching under his bleeding feet. He yelled back at the mob horse from the fumes.

"NO!"

Everyone went silent, most likely confused as to why no one was killing me. Hell I was confused why I was still alive to.

"This bitch killed Paul, he was my friend. My partner and brother. She's not going to die but she is going to rott. After all this is a prison planet."