Short Murder Stories

Day 3: Flying will Never be the Same Again.

Going back home from a holiday house wasn't as easy as it sounds. You have to pack everything up, make sure the house is secure and then depart, hoping it will be fine for the next couple of months. Flora was going back the very next day for Christmas, but still hadn't packed up the house. She had packed only half the house and had no hope at all, all the thoughts crammed into her head was, You won't make the flight, if you do the house will be infested with rats and rodents and insects the next time you come or Stay. Don't bother. Miss the flight, miss christmas. 

Flora had some hope left and managed to get the house sorted by 6pm. And her flight was at 3am. Wow. Getting to bed, she set her alarm to midnight and fell asleep, hoping her alarm would wake her in time. 

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At the airport she was sneaking as carefully as she could, she didn't want to get caught by the people. Not now, she was nearly, nearly gone. 

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"Get ready for take off." The pilot boomed and they flew off into the air, Flora happily watching clouds fly past. 

Someone wasn't happy, they watched Flora with intense feelings. They had to get her by the time they had landed, or they would fail, terribly. They got up, despite no one else was, and travelled down the aisle, to the toilets where they had previously hidden that item which could save and pass their quest. 

Flora saw the man travel past, extra cautious about who was there, and forgot about it.  She thought he was just airsick. 

The man got the thing and travelled back, not to his seat.....

The plane tilted forward, making everyone scream, if you looked out the window, some people were flying out the plane, dropping to their certain deaths. Flora's tummy lurched, someone was there, that man. 

SMASH!

The plane smashed onto the floor, the impact killing mainly everyone in the front half of the plane. The back half, who survived the impact, now had to survive the flames, smoke and rubble of the plane. And where ever they were. 

Flora climbed out the plane rubble, being helped by other survivors who had climbed out, or the policemen who had just arrived, she turned to see the rubble and dead bodies, only she and 10 other people survived. They searched for ages, but only 5 other people came out, children who were reunited with their parents who was anxiously awaiting their children to return. 

Flora thought this as a christmas miracle and the survivors all became close friends. 

Until they all died.