Crash Landing {On Hold}

Attack

Chapter 4

  Blood splattered onto Elsa's face as tears streamed down. No, she thought to herself, I had a chance to save my sister and I failed.

  Elsa could feel someone grab on to her from under her arms, and dragged her to her knees. Elsa sat in the aisle way on her knees staring in fear at her sisters dead body. Blood was smeared everywhere on her face. It cover her golden hair. A line of blood trickled down her forehead.

  All Elsa could do was look to the side, and let the tears fall. She saw Thomas on his knees behind Rose's body. He stared at her dumbfounded. To her right, in front of the pilots cabin on his knees, was Rose's boyfriend, John. Tears were running down his own cheeks.

  Elsa looked back up at Ben with hatred in her eyes. "Why?" she asked without even a hint of sadness in her tone. "Why did you kill her?"

  Ben reloaded his gun. He simple shrugged. "Because she knew to much. You two shouldn't have been interfering in things that didn't involve you."

  Elsa furrowed her brow. "I think our parents death does involve us."

  Ben chuckled. "True." He walked to the opened door and stood in the threshold. "Kill them all." Then he grabbed a black rope that was attacked to their plane, and lifted out of view.

  Elsa looked at the four men cocking their guns. Elsa knew she was not going to die here. She would fight her way out of this. She would keep on fighting until she found her parents killers. She would keep on fighting until she had caught the man named Ben who had brutally murdered her sister.

  Elsa could feel the rage boiling inside. She yelled, jumped to her feet, and swung around kicking the man who held her in the face. The other two men seemed stunned. How could a fifteen year old fight so well?

  While the man with black hair was down, Elsa quickly raced over towards Thomas and punched his captor in the face. The man with black hair came back after her, and the man she just took down came after her as well. Two to one. Both men punched at the same time. Elsa quickly ducked under their swing. She jumped in the air and did the splits in midair. Both men fell to the ground, motionless.

  The man holding John ran after Elsa with his pistol raised to her heart. This made Elsa freeze. She shook the feeling away.
"You can do whatever you want to me," she said boldly. "But I will find you."

  The man smiled. "I don't think so." He began firing shots.

  Elsa quickly ducked behind a row of seats, and let the bullets hit the cushioned seats. Elsa had to do something. Thomas or John could get hurt. Elsa looked around for a weapon. Yes, there was a loose pipe on the side of the planes wall. Elsa grabbed and tugged hard. The pipe snapped loose.

  The man had stopped firing, and Elsa peeked over the side of the seat to see what he was doing. He was quickly reloading his gun. Elsa saw her chance, and took it. She ran out from behind the seats with the pipe raised high.

  The man quickly reloaded and aimed his gun back at Elsa, but she was running to fast and couldn't get a target on her. Then the man pulled the trigger just as Elsa smacked him with the pipe.
Thomas quickly jumped to his feet. He couldn't believe what Elsa had just done. Maybe there was some way to get out of this after all.

  "Way to go, Elsa!" he yelled. He ran over to her side.

  Elsa didn't seem pleased with what she did. Thomas thought she looked tired, ready to collapse at any moment.

  "Elsa?" he asked. As John looked her over, Elsa crumpled to the floor. Thomas quickly caught her in his grasp and knelt down with her still in his arms.

  "What happened to her?" Thomas asked.

  John began ripping the bottom of his shirt.

  "What are you doing?" Thomas asked in wonder.

  John looked up at him. "She's been shot in the shoulder."