The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.

I Believe I Can Fly

Alagretto's POV

It wasn't hard finding Damien, especially since we had Riza, who asked everyone in sight, who knew Japanese.

"朝良い、あなたはダミアンという名前の少年を見ている？我々は彼を探しています！She said, which she told us, meant, good morning, we are looking for a boy named Damien, do you know where he is?

"ダミアン？彼はここに世界中からであってはなりません。人々と彼らの名前。" was their reply, most of the time, which Riza told us was, Damien? Must not be from around here. People have such silly names.

Finally they found someone who could help us, who told us where he was. We ran to find him, and he was safe, for the moment.

"Hey, you! We need to get out of this place pronto!" Dimitri yells, grabbing him and dragging him, with the others saying stuff, probably about how rude we were. But Riza just yelled back, and the rest of us ran, with Riza securing the end, with mad people chasing after us.

But a new question dawned upon us.

Where to now?

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Riza's POV

"Stripper boy has a question!!!" Shwiney the thief yelled to me, "He wants to know where we are running to!"

"Go straight, and we will head towards the airport. We can head to anywhere from here once we get there. Any one got any Ideas? Because my private jet's here, and I just so happen to know how to somewhat fly an airplane!" I yell, catching up to the lead, and speeding up. We put everything cleo pocketed back in her pockets, wondering where she got that strong from. Shiney things she stole seemed to power her...then again, anything shiney. so, that's her problem, she see's power, and gets hypnotized by her own power.

gosh, we all were like that to our powers. I became immensed by the flames of a candle, very easily.

It was just something we all had. We were all drawn to our powers.

And if those notebooks were true, we truly had more power than we thought.

We were....like gods, and goddesses.

And that was bad.

Because that's why the government wanted us so bad.

Because everyone wants god.

We had finally made it to the airport, and I flung out my keys, letting everyone in. I checked the fuel.

Enough to get us anywhere. Just where was the question.

"Where to?" I yelled, as strangely, Alagretto took the co-pilot, instead of anyone else.

"Hawaii." Alagretto said. I picked up the radio, and called to the tower, using English, "This is Private Air, Plane number 2689 requesting departure from gate 73 to Hawaii, with directions Immediately"

"Request accepted, please move to A-45 for departure" The air ways must have been clear, because usually we have a wait.

"Rodger" I said, as I radio-ed to the others, "We will be departing immeatly, I suggest putting on your seat belts, and keeping it down. I want to get out of here, to Hawaii, asap. This will be a long flight, so keep yourself occupied."

"You really think you can fly this thing, for over seven hours, and if we land it will be the-"

"Don't question it!" I yelled at Alagretto. "I've flown for three and a half hours, dodging birds. It's now or nothin!" I say, as I see the people in the bright orange vests, waveing sticks so I can know my way out. I back out, thinking the lines of a song I know, kono mama tobi tateba doko ni datte yukeru in this state, if we take off, we can go anywhere. We could go anywhere, in this state, just it was all up to me.

I pulled froward on the runway, starting up the turbo boasters, as I called them, as I closed my eyes, and sighed. Sweat was pouring down my face, and my arms, and hands, grasping the controls, were shaking. My whole body was shaking.

"Riza, are you okay?" Alagretto asked, putting on his headset looking at me, reaching out to fix mine from my nervousness.

"I haven't flew this far before, and never taken off before. I know how to land, but I haven't done anything without my instructor. "

"well, pretend I'm your instructor."

"but you don't know how to control anything, and it's all on me!"

"Just tell me what to do, and I will try to do it" Alagretto said, wiping some of the sweat off my forehead.

"okay!" i said, determined. "Private air 2689 requesting to use runway a-73 to take off to Hawaii."

"Request accepted. Continue at this time."

"Rodger."

"Alagretto, I need you to say something for me, okay?" I ask, looking at him.

"what would that be?" he asked while I flipped switches like a mad man, doing a two person job.

"every time I've taken off, I've always said this, and I need to hear it, because it's a good luck charm to me. "

"okay what is it?"

"kono mama tobi tateba doko ni datte yukeru" I said, pushing the controls forward. Having the plane start taking off.

Alagretto did the unexpected, and put his cold, firm left hand on my shaky right hand on the control to balance it saying, "Kono mama tobi tateba doko ni datte yukeru" his Japanese was a little off, but it helped me concentrate enough to get the plane off the ground, into the bright sky, and remember to take the wheels off.

"Departure success"

Now I wonder how the others were doing, and what they were going to do for over seven hours.