Right or Wrong the Side That Must Be Chosen

Chapter 6 I Fly An Airplane

"do we have to ride a stupid airplane?" i said not wanting to board our flight. Wix had her head poking out slightly out of peoples view as we were sitting on a bench in the airport. "of course, if Lucifer is the one behind this whole thing we have to make sure he's stopped." Wix said ducking her head into my pocket as a person walked by, they gave me the 'this guy's nuts' look and walked off to their flight. once we boarded the plane after someone had mysteriously bought our tickets for us we were sitting in the middle of the plane relaxing with some old dude in a tan suit next to us. the tan suit guy was blocking our path into the walkway if we wanted to get out. after 2 hours of the flight attendant walking back and forth with a peanuts on a moving cart. the attendant seemed to be unable to sit or stand still like she was afraid of flying. "i'd probably be bouncing back and forth the aisle too. I've never been on a plane before this whole adventure started." i thought trying not to think about what could happen. i had an urge to go to the restroom and got up shuffling out of my seat and made my way into the aisle. "sir, what are you doing?" the attendant lady asked. "i'm just going to the bathroom, okay?" i said confused. "you're right, I've been watching supernaturals first season lately and it's gotten me paranoid." the lady said. i looked into her brown eyes for a moment and thought i saw a shadow run passed the the reflection they gave off. i blinked back into reality and went inside the bathroom. while i was going pee in the bathroom a sudden shake on the plane startled everyone outside. once i was done Wix popped her head out of my pocket and as we headed out the bathroom Wix said "i feel a very dangerous foe on this thing." "can you tell what?" i asked. "no." she replied as i slowly began getting suspicious of everyone on board. i knew we had still had quite a lot of hours left to make it over the Atlantic Ocean, but i had to solve this now without scaring anyone. this was kind of hard since everyone was panicked anyhow with the plane shaking so much now. the flight attendant hurriedly went into the cockpit and before she slammed the door i slid my way through the door and rushed to the pilots. i saw the two pilots had either lost consciousness or died somehow as their heads were now smashed on the control panel to the plane. "this isn't good." i thought. the attendant said nothing and quickly began moving over a body, which i could now see was indeed dead from some sort of head injury. the attendant began taking control of the airplane and barked an order at me to help her fly it. i pushed over the other corpse and began doing what i was told. "all i want you to do is control the up and down to this, do you have any experience at all?" the attendant said. "no, i'm only 15 years old. of course i don't have experience! but, i do know how to fly up." i said pushing the wheel forward causing the plane to spiral up instantly. "carefully kid, any higher and we'd be dead from flying up directly." the attendant said. "how do you know how to fly this thing?" i asked. she me a look like she didn't want to make small talk and i left it at that. the attendant was using a headset and saying "mayday! mayday! mayday!" and then giving information on the plane and coordinates. we were apparently right in the middle of the Atlantic and going to crash if i couldn't help steer this thing. we managed to keep smooth flying for a few hours until people on the plane started panicking. i gave the flight attendant control of the entire aircraft for a bit and hoping nothing would happen. i made my way back into the aisle of the plane and saw the man in a tan suit dead from a similar head injury. "okay, everyone calm down." i said making a flapping bird movement with my hands to try and get everyone to be calm. i made my way to the body of the man and saw a tiny hole through his skull. the size of the hole was as big as a toothpick. i opened his eyes to see anything strange, which gave some people a sense of worry. when i looked into his eyes i could see a shadow moving across the reflection again. i checked the mans id card. "Thomas, Jefferson. Male. 21. married. From: African American Decent. i tried not to think how this guy was right next to me not saying anything at all and now he was just dead. the thought was only creepy for few seconds and then i got over it remembering something much bigger was happening now. i looked around to see if i could catch this shadow before it killed anyone else. everyone was looking at me now like i was supposed to know what to do and what was going on. i couldn't see anything and decided to head back into the cockpit. the attendant was still managing the plane fully. "i calmed them down until i found out what's been causing these deaths." i said. "another one?" the attendant asked. "yes. and not only that, but the same way these two were killed." i said kicking a corpse to show what i was talking about. "you shouldn't kick corpses, you wouldn't want to be kicked if you were a corpse." the attendant said staying focused on flying the plane. "yeah? well i'm not corpse just yet." i said arrogantly. we continued to fly until we started heading over Long Island MacArthur airport. the plane suddenly started to go out of control and started taking a nosedive into the airport i pushed the wheel forward with everything i had and managed to just scrape the bottom of the plane on the runway. the plane wasn't stopping however, so i tried to think of something to stop it. i didn't think i only acted thrusting myself out of the pilots seat out the window and flying out into the sky. the attendant looked on in awe. my wings were flapping around like they had been suffocating and could enjoy the air. i, however could not enjoy it just yet i swooped down and put my back against the plane with all my might trying to stop the plane. my feet were started to make sparks appear and burn my shoes to a crisp from me trying to stop the plane. after a minute it finally stopped right at the end of the runway where it turned into grass. i fell to the ground flat on my face exhausted from using my strength. my arms and entire body was sore and felt like my bones were ready to break. i sighed with relief and started laughing a little bit. after everyone was safely off the plane the attendant and i answered a few questions from police. "and miss how did the plane stop?" a police man asked. the attendant looked at me like she wanted to think of something quick and shrugged saying "it was a miracle?" i walked away with a smug look on my face. she'd helped me out big time by not selling me out, not that anyone would believe her. "how can Lucifer flatten entire buildings?" i asked quietly into my pocket. Wix popper her head out and said "i think i have an idea of what could be going on." "but, in the old stories he was never that powerful right?" i asked. "yes, but there are objects lost to time only found in an ancient book older than humanity. this book contained all secrets and knowledge on what a person would want to know about." Wix said. "well, one thing's for sure. i'm definitely NOT getting on another plane for a LONG time." i said. we made our way through the airport without anymore complications and started heading for the heart of the city.