The Perfect Getaway

The Flight

The flight was smooth and there seemed to be no turbulence. We had survived and lived one of the most horrifying massacres, an unbelievable tale. It was from this day on, I had those fearful nightmares. I woke up, suddenly, gasping for a breath and sweating. I felt a liability for the deaths that had occurred. I saw as I was surrounded by empty seats, all which would have been filled with my dead friends. My hands and body quivered at the thought of such sight. An air hostess moved the blue curtains, and walked towards me. At her front she held a grey airline service trolley with refreshments on it. She came by, and asked me: "Sir, do you want something to drink?" I told her, that I wished a glass of water. She nods in agreement, bends to the take a bottle and proceed to put the water in a clear plastic cup.  I took the cup and began to drink the tasteless and odorless nectar. As I looked at the cup a little more carefully, its content started to turn red. It became darker and darker. Fear had dominated me as I threw the cup over the corridor beside me, for what had become of the nectar was similar to... blood. After some mere minutes, I felt a certain wet and cold liquid by my feet, as I look down, I see it again. Blood. I watch as the whole corridor and the spaces between the seats fill with red, cold blood. I raise from my seat in horror. The blood thickened and filled the whole place, slowly and slowly it started rising. I made my way to the corridor, as the tide of blood grew up. I moved towards the blue curtains, as I moved them to the side I could see countless dead bodies, floating over the blood, from the cuts on their bodies, blood flowed and fed the blood river. Their faces were sad and tears of blood came from their deep black eyes. I looked at the bodies, of the friends I sought to protect. The blood had risen to my waist and I could feel how it surrounded me, how it crept against my body and how it was making me insane. I passed around the corpses and reached the end of the corridor, I looked back. I felt if I was missing something, I looked at my hands, watching how the blood was dripping from the edges. When suddenly a hand caught mine, and then I saw a head rising from the river of blood. It was Odysseus, blood ran down his face, who then said: "What have done, Eurylochus? What have you done?" Words couldn't be uttered by my mouth. I felt as if my lips were sealed without letting a voice come out. He got angry and exclaimed: "Answer me, Eurylochus or I shall drown you in the waters of blood you have created!" Still speechless, no voice rose from my lips. I tried to open them to speak, but it was to late. A word formed from the voice I murmured: "Sorry", but it went as a swift whisper. Another hand rose from the river and took me by my collar, while a third one came from behind and starting pulling me down. Many others came afterwards, covering me entirely and pulling me down towards the red liquid of life. Hesitation and resistance had come over me to survive this pulling force, but they were not stronger than the countless arms that had surrounded me. I fell into the river. A red darkness filled my vision as the blood enveloped my body. Then, I woke up.

I gasped for air, and looked around. Sweat was pouring down my head. It was another nightmare. The plane unexpectedly began to tremble furiously and I could sense that something was really wrong. I got up to inspect one of the windows, and saw a little smoke coming out of the left wing of the plane. I thought it must be the wind, but unexpectedly, I saw a spark, which began increasing in number, and finally the engine exploded.  I was thrown backwards by the force, I got up and ran straight to the cockpit. The oxygen masks were deployed and then the pilot said: "Please remain calm, we might have some difficulties, and very doing everything we can for your safety." As I was running towards the cockpit, I heard another explosion, and tumbled over the floor. Then the pilot said again: "Put on your seatbelts and prepare for impact". I heard screams and the turbulence was harder, it was actually as if it were a very strong earthquake. The floor was shaking harder but this didn't stop me from reaching the cockpit. Before reaching its door, I could see as the air hostesses had buckled themselves and told me to sit down. I ignored them and opened the door, I was astonished of the view I was seeing. We were descending rapidly over the ocean, minute by minute we were getting closer and closer to the ocean.  And, then finally, the water cracked and burst open the frontal window and rushed through the cockpit, it was raging river of water. Its force plunged me behind, and I was thrown toward the seats. At a moment, the water calmed itself, and the pressure had started to work on the plane, it split the roof and the water sucked me out of the plane. As I came out, my body was flown over and hit with a great force against the rudder of the plane. And then little by little, I lost consciousness, and more and more dark became the veracity of my life.