Crash Landing {On Hold}

A Dream

Chapter 1

  Elsa Black screamed as the plane went down. She had never been so scared in her life. She looked over at the lifeless body of her older sister Rose with tears pouring down her face. Moments ago she had watched as these men in black suits came barging through the door. They banged Elsa on the head and she hit the ground hard. Through her blurry vision she could hear faintly that the men in black were accusing Rose of something that Elsa could not hear. Rose had pleaded for her life, but they would not listen.

  Elsa saw a guy step up to Rose, and pull out a gun. Rose raised her hands in surrender, but the man had still aimed the gun at her head. Elsa was beginning to stand up when the gun went off. Rose's body fell limp in her seat.

  Everything inside of Elsa went off at once. It's like her vision immediately cleared. She shot her eyes open, jumped to her feet, and screamed loudly, "Rose!"

  She looked around the room. It was the same as always. The brown leather seats, the table in the back, bathroom in the front. Nothing changed.

  It was a dream, Elsa sighed, and plopped back down into her chair. Sweat soaked her clothes and dampened her hair. It was all just a dream. A terrible dream.

  Elsa looked up as someone came running into the room. It was Rose! Elsa smiled in relief as her older sister came running to her.

  "Elsa? Are you okay?" Rose bent down on her knees and rubbed her hand through Elsa's hair. "What happened?"

  Elsa shook her head. "Nothing. It was only a bad dream." Rose stood up, and Elsa tugged on her arm. "Please don't leave me."

  Rose sat down in the chair beside her. "Don't worry. I'm never leaving you again."

  Elsa looked at her sister. "You promise?"

  Rose smiled. "I promise, my little princess." Rose kissed her younger sister on the forehead. "Sleep now."

  Elsa nodded her head and laid down in the chair. Elsa was a young girl of the age fifteen. She had brown hair and green eyes. She wore a black jumpsuit just like her older sister.

  Rose was one of the prettiest girls Elsa had ever met. With her golden locks and azure eyes. Elsa always wanted to be like her sister. To be as beautiful as her. Rose was everything to Elsa. Ever since their parents were killed, Rose had been everything to Elsa. She had been like her second mother. She never let Elsa out of her sight, and she was happy about that.

  Elsa was scared to death. Every since their parents mysterious murder, someone had been hunting Rose and Elsa. For five years the two girls had been on the run. Rose had finally grown tired of it, and she began a search for their parents killers.

  Rose had found them. She had finally found them in Paris, France. Rose and Elsa always wanted to go to France, but not like this.

  Rose had gotten her boyfriends help, John, and thank goodness his father was a pilot. He taught John a few things about flying and together the three of them - and of course Elsa's best friend, Thomas, had come along - had stolen this plain.

  Elsa stared out the window beside her. It was dark outside. Elsa couldn't see a thing. She was to frightened to go back to sleep so she continued to stare out her window.

  In the distance, Elsa could see flashing lights. Elsa squinted her eyes. They looked to be coming closer. Elsa cocked her head. They were! They were coming closer! Elsa's eyes widened. She remember those lights! They were in her dream. The same lights that belonged to the plane the men in black suits owned. And the lights were nearly to their vessel.