Crash

7

Lukas and Emil were sitting by the wreckage when the explosion happened. Some of the leaking fuel from the plane had reached the flames.

Just before the plane went up in flames, they saw Feliks carrying Toris out of the plane. They rushed to their attention.

"Feliks, are you ok?" Emil asked.

"I'm fine, but Toris is unconscious. Help him, please!" He replied desperately.

"He has a pulse, so he's just knocked out, he probably has a concussion." Lukas responded.

Feliks sighed in relief. His Toris was alive, and that was all that mattered.

"Toris, I'm right here, I won't go anywhere." He whispered under his breath.

"Were you guys stuck in the plane?" Lukas asked.

"I wasn't, but Toris was, and I had to get him out." Feliks replied.

"That was pretty close, you guys barely made it out before the explosion." Emil added.

"But we did make it out, and that's all that matters. As long as he's here, I'll be good." Feliks said as he grabbed Toris' hand.

"Ugh, you guys are so cute I'm gonna barf." Emil gagged.

"C'mon Emil, lets go see how we can help. I think we need to find out which group were in, anyways." Lukas told his little brother.

"I hope were in the German's group," Emil said, "the pilot seems like a prick."

"I know."

As Lukas was walking, he bumped into cactus man.

"Hey, watch it!" Cactus said.

Upon contemplation, Lukas realized that from the front, the man looked more like a pineapple.

A cute pineapple.

"You should watch where you're going, cactus hair!" Emil snuffed back.

"Excuse m-"

"No, Emil, he looks more like pineapple." Lukas smirked, eyes still emotionless.

"That's not very nice!" He protested, a fake pout on his face.

Hey were silent for a moment, then they all laughed.

"Pfftt, hi, I'm Matthias by the way," Cactus man said.

"I'm Lukas, and this is my little brother, Emil." Lukas replied.

"Hello, and I'm not your little brother!" Emil protested.

"Yes you are, stop denying it."

"Is that a Norwegian accent I hear?" Matthias questioned.

"It is."

"Hey, a fellow Scandinavian! I'm Danish!"

"Cool." Emil said monotonous.

"Hey, lets join the same group! What if we're our own group?"

"Dude, three people can't be a group. We'll never survive." Lukas retorted.

"I know, but I have more friends that can join! My friend Berwald is helping at the hospital right now and his son Peter is with him."

"Ok, and my friend Tino is off somewhere, and then Feliks and Toris are over there." Lukas replied.

"Ok that makes...." Matthias trailed off.

After a few moments, Emil said, "Eight. That makes eight."