The Collaboration Files

An Abrupt Landing

 Happy New Years! Literally, I'm posting this at exactly 12:00am! So, Happy New Years Earth! I love you all!

I wrote a section of my chapter already, even before Liz wrote her chapter. I think the part I did write was pretty insightful. Hehehehehe...

I’m sorry if the talk seems… off. I was watching Lost In Austen, a Pride and Prejudice story gotten out of hand by a girl who takes Elizabeth’s place in the story, and… Sorry, not writing a description here. I just got caught up in the old sort of language, and, well, my brain sort of wrote it down…

Enjoy, Pekeponians, mudmen, humans alike!

And as my friend Bonez would say to me, 'Keronians, People, Irkens alike!'.

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There was an all-out shudder through the plane. People screamed and clawed at the windows. Someone deployed the ceiling breathy-things, but no one was putting them on. The nose of the plane began to dip. I could feel terror rising in my body, sending a catatonic shiver through my soul. I unclipped my seatbelt, and ran up toward the cockpit. I banged onto the small window, and noticed the pilot was sitting, slumped in his chair, as was the copilot. There was no one else in the room, but if there was, they mightn't have been conscious. I tried to open the door, but it was sealed extra tight by the wind streaming from the broken, jagged edged window, and the vacuum seal set on the original door. A woman in a server's uniform came up to me, and pushed me out of the way, jamming her foot against the actual door, and pulled. She fell back upon the carpet, and began to cry.

“It’s no use!” She wailed. “We’re going to die!”

I looked out the cockpit window once more, and noticed the blue ocean speeding toward the metal. I screamed in fear and rage, and a tiny stream of sparks fluttered out of my fingers, sinking into the metal. In a moment, the door was open, and cool air streamed onto my face, stinging like grains of sand against my cheeks. I pushed the pilot aside, twisting on the wheel, only to find the elevator was stuck. We couldn’t lift. Then I noticed a button that read ‘drag chute’. I slammed a fist onto it, and felt a horrible yanking feeling, as if all my guts were jammed into my lungs. Then I could feel a hand on my head, and another suddenly covered my eyes.

                “Lizzy!” I peeled fingers off of my glasses, only to feel a sharp tug of my hair. The snap of my hair made for my head to be forced backwards, and then I was staring into the face of a woman with intense, jet-black hair, wearing an onyx black jumpsuit. No, more of a wetsuit. I stared up at her face, and my brain stem sparked a bit, but no memories came to mind. We were still in free fall, but the sort-of-parachute I had deployed slowed the drag. The woman looked my face over, shrugged, and jumped very unexpectedly out the window. I could hear a moaning over to my right. The pilot! He rubbed his head, and looked at me.

                “How’d you get here!?” He pushed me off the chair, wedged a headset over his cranium, and pulled fast onto the wheel. The elevators rose, and the plane glided smoothly over the water. That’s when I almost got choked. Lizzy had wrapped her arms around my throat, stopping air from flowing up my windpipe. I coughed, and ripped her arms from around my neck. The pilot kicked us out to the main cabin, where chaos was still going on, but was being controlled by the staff. I pulled Lizzy to a window, and whispered; “Come on. We can escape him, just lets go.”

                Liz hesitated.

                “You know, what if we could trust him? If for only a moment?”

                I turned my head to look at Artemis and Butler, sort of staring at us in the middle of the havoc. Then I looked back at Liz.

                “Let that moment be now,” I told her. Then, pivoting to the teenage genius, I yelled, “Can I jump?”

                “Maybe.”

                “Will anything break my fall?”

                Artemis pushed past the crowd, and looked out the window. Then he turned to Butler.

                “It’s an old friend.”

                Butler nodded.

                “So can I go?” I huffed.

                “Yes.” I smirked, and climbed out the window, grasping to a tiny ledge with the soles of my shoes, and looked back at the window.         

“Do you trust me?” Artemis looked at Liz and I.

I considered for a moment, and then yelled above the wind that screamed past my ears,

“I do.”

And then I jumped.

For a moment, I was in utter free-fall.

I couldn’t breathe.

My stomach dropped.

I clawed at the air.

 And then I felt something stop me.

I was no longer falling down, but up. And I was being carried. By a woman with wings upon her back.

What an odd day.