COTE one shots

Kiyotaka's time travelling adventures : IV

I prayed for an easier place this time around, I had been hurled around and around, and I felt sick. I woke up again, quickly straightening myself as I took search of my surroundings. Finally, it seemed like I was back in normal times. I looked around the airport I was in, seeing various humans chatting to each other.

After being chased by a naked man and killing baby Hitler, it just felt like I needed this break. 

"American airlines flight 11, Boston to Los Angeles, please begin your boarding!"

Huh, that flight sounds familiar, but I can't wrap my finger around it. I then realized I had a passport in my hand, and it was for flight 11. Oh I guess...I'm meant to be on this flight.

I went through all the boarding checks, and filed onto the economy part of the plane. I sat down and watched as a group of 5 men entered the plane too. One sat to my left, on the middle row of the plane. 

He was a bearded man, perhaps middle aged, and he was fiddling with the insides of his jacket a lot. A bit too much for it to be comfortable.

The plane took off, and everything was fine. That is, after 15 minutes during take off, I saw the man to my left fiddle with his pocket again. I sighed an annoyed sigh as I saw the shine of a box cutter knife in his hand. I think I know where I am now.

The man got up, approached a flight attendant, pinning her against the wall as the blade was pressed to her neck. Shocked gasps and shouts followed, before the other 4 men stood up, each holding weapons of their own. 

I exhaled, slowly standing up. They talked to each other in arabic, and took 2 more flight attendants as hostages. 2 more of the men tried to barge their way into the cockpit of the plane, and I decided it was my time to move. 

I picked up a can of soda, throwing it at one man's head. It distracted him for a moment enough, leading to me getting the weapon off him.

"Come on!" I shouted at the other passengers.

A few guys responded to my call, helping me subdue one of the bearded men. We had to be quick here. I rushed forward and knocked another one away, and the screaming of the plane ensued. Children cried, women shrieked, but it didn't falter me. I managed to get the weapons off the 3 men holding the flight attendants hostage, and the guys on the plane helped keep them down.

However, we weren't fast enough. I watched as the other 2 pushed into the cockpit, locking the door behind them. Fuck! I rushed over and barged myself against the door, trying to ram it open. It didn't work, however much effort I put in.

One of the men looked at me from the other side of the cockpit, his ugly smile shining through as he held the pilot in his arms.

"wE GO nEW yORK buddy.." he sniggered before slitting the pilot's throat. Blood coated the mirror, and I couldn't see into the cockpit. 

I kept trying to ram my way inside the cockpit, and the cries of the people on the plane made me push myself further. But it wasn't enough. Oh shit yeah. I walked over to one of the flight attendants.

"Give me the key to the cock-"

I got flung across the plane, slamming my head onto one of the luggage compartments. Shit they've got the plane. I felt my heart go into my throat as the plane went downwards at an alarming rate. The other guys who helped me subdue the terrorists were being flung around the plane, and the passengers stayed strapped, using the oxygen masks provided for their own safety. 

I tried my best to go over to the flight attendant, clutching a seat handle as I drew nearer. She held out the key to the cockpit, and I desperately reached out for it, but got flung back once again. The flight attendant fell to the floor, before she decided to use her initiative, flogging the key all the way at me. I reached up and pocketed it, giving her a nod as I trudged my way towards the cockpit.