The Clock Strucks Danger

Hijacked

A case of insane killers.

The following story is written in third person. Please tie your seat belts, the flight is ready to take off.

Celia took a sip of her lukewarm latte and grimaced. 'This is what you get for ordering expensive coffee in an aeroplane. Sky rocket price, indeed' she thought bitterly and slid down into her aisle seat. She had a cheap paperback to read on the journey and a pair of cute kitten earmuffs, she was all set for the flight. All she hoped, now, was for no screaming kids or creepy old men to sit beside her. A silent companion would give her much peace of mind.

"Excuse me, that's my seat" a deep voice came from above her and she looked up. It was a man wearing a long trench coat. He was pointing towards the window seat. He had a tiny briefcase in one hand and held a business periodical in another.

"Okay, I will just get up. Here!"

The man adjusted his luggage in the cabinet above and settled down. He signed.

Celia gave him a sideways glance and plopped down. The man beside her was silent. He just sat there with his periodical, staring out of the tiny window.

'Thank goodness' she thought and continued reading her book.

It was a long plane journey and after a good hour, Celia got tired of reading. She massaged her neck, which was starting to hurt as a result of being in an odd reading angle for too long. She moved her stiff shoulders around trying to loosen them up and cracked her knuckles. She knew it was not a proper thing to do, but she did not give a damn. Half of them passengers were either asleep or humming with earphones on.

"Are you fine?" He finally spoke.

Celia looked at him, noticing his features for the first time. He seemed quite young, around her age. Surely, if wouldnt hurt to make small talk. Plus, the man seemed mighty polite too.

"Thank you, yes I am." Celia replied with a smile, then she leaned forward and offered her hand, " I am Celia."

He smiled back,"Dominique".

They shook hands. His grip was warm and firm suggesting that he was a confident man.

"So, do you work?" Celia asked.

"Well," he took a deep breath and lowered his voice, "that's a secret."

Celia giggled. This man was such a dramatic.

Dominique furrowed his brows at her reaction. "I am serious"

"Alright alright, if you don't want to say you don't have to. At least, you need not make silly excuses!" Celia replied briskly.

"That wasn't an excuse madam. I am, actually, associated with a very dangerous organisation of the world." His eyes twinkled with cheekiness.

"Are you one of those Illumination men?" Celia could hardly stop her laughter now.

"That's Illuminati and no, I don't belong to any secret society," he replied with amusement, "may I ask if you do any work?"

"I am a veterinary doctor. I work with little puppies and kittens. Sunnydale Pet clinic, South Tarragon. Do pay us a visit" Celia smiled graciously at his choice of formal words.

"Of course, madam."

Just then, a rumbling sound was heard. The plane, which was sailing smoothly, seemed to dip a little to its side now. Gasps and muffled shouts wafted in from behind the curtains. Clearly, there was turbulence in the cockpit.

A few passengers woke up groggily.

"Is everything fine? Why is the plane going crazy?" Old Mr. Joe rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"It should be fine soon, dear. Perhaps, they are taking a different route" old Mrs. Joe, Francesca, replied softly and rubbed her husband's arm.

"But why would there be noises coming from there then?" asked Jenna McGilroy, a pretty blonde, pointing towards the curtains. Her voice was trembling.

Hushed whispers began in the entire plan. People were discussing all sorts of scenarios. There had been too many plane crashes in the news the previous month.

"What do you reckon is going out there? Shall we check?" Celia turned to Dominique fearfully.

Just then, a gunshot was heard. The entire plane fell silent. The flight was going smoothly now, again.

"Oh shit" Mr Joe remarked. Francesca took out her prayer beads and began chanting.

The curtains were withdrawn and from there, stepped in a hefty looking man. He was dressed in dark leather jacket and a huge gold chain hug low from his neck. His dyed platinum blonde hair shone under the little reading lights. He had a revolver in his hand.

"Oh my God!!!" Howled Jenna. Her eyes were wide and jaws were dropped to the ground.

"Shut up, you bitch" The man pointed the mouth of the revolver at her irritably, "or else I'll shoot you!"

She whimpered as tears streamed down her face.

He, then, turned towards the crowd with a creepy smile.

"Now, my dear passengers. I hope all of you are having an enjoyable journey."

Everyone looked at him shocked.

He gave a cruel laugh and continued, "Good news for all of you. This may be your last flight of your life."

A collective intake of breath went through the crowd.

"I am Rohanara." The man started walking between the seats.

"I am here to kill all of you. You can call me the angel of death. Isn't that just wonderful?"

"Y...you can take our money and belongings. Please don't kill us". Francesca spoke in a quivery voice. The man turned swiftly and looked at her in the eye.

" You think it is about money isn't it, woman, don't you? Well, news flash: its not. I am here because I have an unquenchable thirst for blood. There is no sound more pleasing to me as your screams of terror and helpless cries of help. No visual more vivid than your lifeless bodies adorned with my bullets. No smell more delicious and tantalising than the burning of your flesh."

Celia shuddered at his words. Dominique looked at her pensively and saw her biting her lip. She had an odd expression on her face.

Silently, he reached inside his great trench coat and pulled out his own revolver. It's metallic body brushed Celia's bare arm. She, suddenly, jumped and saw the revolver in his hands. Her eyes went wide with shock.

"Don't worry, madam. It's all going to be over very soon" Dominique whispered and smiled at her creepily. She sat still in her seat. He could see her bottom lip trembling with fear. His heart almost melted, she looked like a little puppy, but he had to be strong. After all, he was a part of the world's most dangerous organisation.

He stood up hastily and targeted his revolver at Rohanara.

"Hey you!" Dominique called out in a booming voice, "drop your gun. I am from the Pentagon team under the FBI. We fight terrorism and smother petty souls. I make an official arrest here."

Rohanara turned and looked at Dominique's sheer size and, for a moment, he looked at a loss for words. But then, he smiled. Dominique was confused then suddenly,he felt the unmistakable cold muzzle of a revolver against his temple. A soft female voice spoke.

"You didn't really think I worked in a pet clinic, did you?"

Rohanara gave out a small laugh,"And that's my sister, Celia. The mastermind of the entire plan."

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We got a new character here, Rohanara. Will he be used in forthcoming stories? I don't know. You have to read to find out.

Also, something about the Pentagon team :-

https://www.google.co.in/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&url=http://m.govexec.com/federal-news/2000/09/cia-fbi-and-pentagon-team-to-fight-terrorism/7073/&ved=0ahUKEwi_srmQ9oXKAhVBSo4KHchSA84QFggeMAI&usg=AFQjCNFSU0xKx_QJUi43u2qCUiQaxgYnAQ&sig2=eaqP81kLSzd3b93NQFehPQ