The dark blue whirlpool of a portal spits the helicopter out on the other side. Bree's entire insides feel as if they're tossing and turning and her stomach is threatening to empty all her food.
They've made it to New York from Paris in the matter of five seconds. She can't help but squeeze Jane's hand tighter as she slowly peers outside. It's night time here and the endless amount of lights and noise keep the city alive. Bree remembers this place as the city that never sleeps. The earth looks tiny below them, even the hundred feet skyscrapers look miniature from the height they're at.
"Um," Bree yells out trying to make her voice dominate across the chopping sound of the wings. "Is it normal to be this high in a helicopter?"
Francis chuckles. "We're safe, Valencia's transport can fly through wars. They're the best pilots."
Bree's heart skips as a beat as his words weren't reassuring at all. Justin is still busy half hanging out the open doorway looking over the city. Jane is utterly still in the middle seat gripping onto Bree's hand until her knuckles turn white. Even from way up in the sky the sounds of sirens, honks, and music radiate upward.
"What time is it here?" Despite Bree's fear, she can't take her eyes off the ground.
"Paris is six hours ahead of New York," Francis pauses to do some mental math. "Considering we left at 9am, it's about 3am here."
"Oh great," Jane finally speaks. "Our sleep schedules gonna get screwed," then she turns towards Justin's direction and yells out "is Magnus even awake?"
Justin pulls himself in from the open door way, his dark hair a wild mess. "Probably, that man doesn't sleep more than an hour or two."
"Jesus," Bree mumbles. She can't imagine how he'd be functioning, because if that were her she'd be sure to turn into a walking zombie.
The helicopter begins to descend slowly and Bree can feel her stomach dropping and ears popping as it does. It seems to grow foggier the longer they're in this thing and it's becoming harder to see in the distance. The ride feels smooth for a second longer before a red flashing light emits from the helicopter and it stops.
Bree's body grows paralyzed when she feels Chase's skull ring tighten on her thumb. "What's happening?" Her voice grows frantic as the red light continues to signal from the helicopter and she can't see what the pilot is doing. "Can someone please answer!" The tightness around her thumb continues to increase and her heart races.
"I don't think you want to know the answer," Justin peeps his head out the doorframe once again.
Bree looks towards Jane who seems to have lost all the color in her face. She can feel the other girls palms grow sweaty in hers and her knees slightly tremble. Jane shares the same anxiety of flying as Bree does, but this trembling isn't from just that. Francis seems to have a look of uncertainty as he pulls out a knife and begins to fidget with it.
"What's happening?" Bree grows inpatient and is now whispering to Jane, her hazel eyes wide.
Jane looks towards her, her grey eyes wide, and slightly parts her lips. "It's a code red."
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Bree rarely swears, and the words that just came out of her mouth have caused everyone to turn towards her. "Why is the pilot just floating here shouldn't we like - I don't know - pick up the pace?"
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The World I Knew Isn't The Same Anymore
FantasyBree Ritcher has had her entire adolescent life stolen by people she doesn't even know the true identity of. When she breaks free of a deranged asylum, she watches her only friend die and erupts a raging fire from her own body. Entering this new wo...
