Seconds Away

Landing

I'm sorry for this chapter, I have most of the story planned out, but the landing is the only thing hat I haven't thought about or planned, so this is probably going to be horrible.

    I have been floating down to the water below me for a while now. A sudden crosswind that blew me quickly to land was the only thing even a little bit insane that has happened to me since the plane explosion. The calmness of the float down seems so different from what I've been through so far. It's almost like going down so slowly is just another way the universe is mocking me. Mocking the people that died. My sobs stopped a while ago, but the feeling of sadness lingers, and it feels like claws gripping my heart, digging into it.

    After floating for what seems like hours, I finally get close enough to land. The wind is still rushing around my face, whipping my hair around in different ways. When I get close enough the ground, I stick my feet out and my toes hit the ground. The rest of my foot hits the ground and then my other foot hits. I attempt to run but trip and slam my face into the hard ground. "Uuugh," I moan as I get up. My nose is now dripping blood, and I bit my tongue so hard it's bleeding. Those aren't the only injuries, I also have a decent sized scrape on both of my knees, and some other cuts here and there. I stand up, then wipe the blood from my nose and look around. I'm in a small field, and surrounding the field is a mess of streets and buildings. At one end of the field, someone is coming running toward me holding a phone up to his ear. Probably calling the ambulance. Or the police. I don't blame him, it's not every day that you see a plane explode and then watch the only surviving person from it land in a field the you're right next to. Oh well.

    The boy that was running out to me put his phone away and walked up to me. "Are you ok?" He asks.

Ignoring him, I mess with the straps connecting me to the parachute. "I said, are you ok? My name's Bruno. What's yours? And how did you get out of such a sudden explosion alive? You had to know it was going to happen."

"My name is Tanya Vharamen." I say, ignoring his second question, so that I don't give away my secret that I can see forward in time.

"I asked you how you got out so fast. So how did you?"

Still ignoring him, I fiddled with the straps until I managed to unclip them from myself, and the parachute fell from my shoulders. "It's ok if whatever you say sounds weird... I have my own weird stories." Bruno says.

"Fine!" I yell. "I saw into the future and got out in time. HAPPY?!" I yell, only a little quieter.

"Yes, I am happy. But now, I think it would be best if you went with m-"

He was cut off by a loud screech of tires against the road as a group of motorcyclists came crashing in. There were at least 20 bikers wearing identical leather jackets and jet black helmets. The biker in the front stood up and walked up to us, and the rest of them followed suit. When he got close enough to us he stopped and took off his helmet. "I see you got us another one. What's her story?" the biker asks.

"She survived a sudden plane explosion, that no one should've ever survived. She said she can see into the future, sir."

"Good job, Bruno." Then the biker turned around and barked an order to the others behind him.

"Get the girl." Was his order.

As the bikers rushed forward and pinned me, the man said to Bruno, "And you Bruno, call the others. Tell them to bring the truck."

From under the bikers, I struggled violently, until one of them slammed my head against the ground, and injected me with something. As the world started to fade away in a blur, I stopped struggling and closed my eyes to the seemingly muffled sounds of an ambulance siren.