Septic~Father (A Sequel to "Septic~Crush" and "Septic~Lover")

Chapter 6. Cockpit

After about an hour of driving, Mark woke up.
"Jack, where are we? And why do my nuts hurt like fuck?" He asked.
"First off, Chantelle kidnapped the kids. We're going to find her. Second, she kicked you in the balls." I told him, trying not to tear up.
Mark's attention snapped to Y/N sitting in the backseat, childless.
"Why would she just take them??" Mark cried.
"She wants revenge on Y/N for taking her man, me." I said with concern.
"I'm calling Felix." Mark dialed him on his phone.
"Call Ethan and Tyler, too." I said.
Y/N was fast asleep in the backseat.
Mark called them all and told them to meet us at the airport.
Not Felix, of course.
We were going back to Ireland.
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~Your POV~
"How are you so sure Chantelle is in Ireland?" Asked Jack as we got on the plane.
"It's the only place she wouldn't think we would go." I answered solidly.
We sat in our seats.
Once the plane had lifted off, I tried reaching Chantelle from messaging.
The phone said "This number does not exist. Maybe you typed it wrong."
I was soooo suure about that.
She had probably blocked me.
After an hour or so, we hit some turbulence.
Bed turbulence.
Jack awoke from his nap.
"Fookin shite!" He cried.
"This is your captain speaking, will Y/N, Jack, Mark, Ethan, and Tyler please report to the cockpit?" The captain said. (IM SO SORRY WITH ALL THE PENIS JOKES)
We all got up from our seats, even though the seatbelt light was on.
We struggled to stand by hoisting ourself up on people's seat as we made our way forward.
Once we had reached it, there was no one there.
"H-hello?" I choked.
The door slammed behind us.
We all jumped and turned with a start.
The captain looked suspicious.
Very suspicious.
"Hello, Y/N." He said in a deep voice, slowly stepping up to me.
"Hello, sir."
"Don't you 'sir' me." The voice got lighter.
It sounded like a girl's voice.
Chantelle.
I acted like I didn't know it was her, and looked around the room without moving my eyes.
I saw two pilots sitting in the corner, tied up and knocked out with their mouths duct-taped shut.
She coughed.
"Do you have a cough drop?' She asked, voice getting lighter.
"No, I don't. CHANTELLE!" I ripped off her hat, and her hair fell down in a messy bunch of knots.
She tried reaching for my neck, but I grabbed her wrist and twisted it.
"ARGGGH!" She cried.
"Let's get out of here!" Ethan ran for the door, but Chantelle stepped in the way.
She dangled a key teasingly in his face.
He swiped for it, but missed as she kicked him hard in the stomach.
I noticed a bit of wire in the corner of the room.
I grabbed it and hid it in my pocket.
She fought the guys one by one, until they were all down.
At that exact moment, a engine blew.
Tyler got up slowly.
Chantelle turned towards me.
"Time for you, Y/N," She growled.
"Hey, hoe!" Tyler shouted.
She ran to him, but he kicked her in the stomach, making her stumble back to me.
I grabbed the wire from my pocket, and wrapped it around her throat.
Tyler grabbed the walkie-talkie.
"This is Tyler speaking, the plane is going to crash. Please follow the safety manual." He said, struggling to control the plane.
"Y/N!" Chantelle clawed at the wire and thrashed her feet.
"You're not getting away with this!" I yelled, pulling the wire tighter.
"Yes.. I.. AM!!" She kicked me in the stomach, I blacked out.

Chantelle be leik, "MOOOVVE BISH, GET OUT THE WAY, GET OHT THE WAY BISH, GET OUT THE WAY!!"