Chapter 41: Dreamscape Bayou

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The plane banked along the horizon away from the sun that was now drenching the bayou in a wash of orange and red. In the early morning hours of the second day after she and the others had left the doctor in the townhouse with the other escapees, Simeneon watched from the co-pilots seat of the small biplane an environmentalists dream in which large pockets of rivers were scattered amongst the smaller lush vegetation of the islands.

Simeneon wanted to get caught up with blast of color that was before them, but every time she looked down into the orangey red of the sunrise her mind kept associating the red with blood that seemed to flow through the rivers below.

She peered back at the others who were focusing down upon the bayou with wordless anticipation. Upon reflection they had chosen a spot to land amidst the mouth of the river that would take them indirectly to the cabin where an eccentric madman held the secret to The Key of Sorcen.

Feeling the apprehension from the others Simeneon sat back in the seat waiting for the pilot to give them the indication that they were about to make a water landing. But somewhere between the time of landing and her sitting back in the seat something changed.

What else could...

...Possibly go wrong?

"ENGINE ONE HAS JUST CUT OUT!" The pilot screamed from his seat.

The plane took a violent and stomach dropping lurch to its left sending the travelers inside crashing against the side of the hull. Simeneon heard those screams as she felt her seatbelt being stretched to the limit.

Mr. Eugene, a pilot of more then twenty years struggled excessively with the stick as the propeller on the left hand side suddenly came to an abrupt stop. Sparks shot forth from inside its casing filling the sky behind the plane with a trail of thick black smoke.

"HOLD ONTO YOUR PANTS, WE'RE GOING DOWN FAST!" He grunted with the effort of trying to keep the nose of the plane above the horizon line. If they thought events couldn't get any worse they were mistaken. Simeneon felt the plane shudder ever that much more as the engine to their right, sparked, then trembled to a stop. The thick black smoke intensified and the trail extended for more then a mile behind them.

The plane dropped altitude faster then they imagined and the ground approached at an alarming rate. Simeneon and the others gripped the seats until their knuckles turned white watching the treetops whip by.

The plane caught hold of the treetops spreading leaves and twigs in its wake. Marlanda screamed as the plane shuddered harshly after the collision. A high squealing noise erupted from below and Simeneon knew something had happened to the pontoons putting their water landing was at risk.

"WE'VE LOST ALL HELM CONTROL! THE STICK IS SLUGGISH AND I CAN'T CONTROL IT MUCH LONGER!" Mr. Eugene screamed.

"TAKE IT DOWN THE BEST YOU CAN!" Simeneon yelled through the constant whine of the doomed ship.

"WHAT'DA WE DO NOW?" Marlanda yelled.

Simeneon looked back at her friends that were looking to her for guidance, but none was forthcoming. She felt useless, unable to give them the reassurance they needed. They stared at her with scared faces and there was nothing she could do to satisfy their questions.

The plane then hit the water with a force exploding it across the landscape...

Simeneon sat up with a start, she forced herself to look back at the others and was shocked at what she found.

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