Stolen Powers: Rise of the NGZ

Chapter Fourteen: Lost in the Wilderness

It was so strange to me. As I fell, I'd constantly drift in and out of consciousness, but I still knew exactly what happened. Yet, it was all in a faze. My memory seemed to be shocked, but I still happened to remember everything. I created a force field to take the impact, but it knocked me out as soon as we hit the ground. The only thing I didn't know was what happened to everyone else.

I groaned and tried to sit up, but my body refused. I heard nothing except a distant stream of water nearby and a bunch of crickets chirping. It was still nighttime, so it made sense.

My mind suddenly kicked up, and I shot to my feet, ignoring the pain that came with it. "Where is everybody? Donovan?!"

No answer, but a smell woke me up even more. Smoke. I guessed that the plane's on fire, but I doubted that the rest of the Powerclan would be there. However, it was the only lead I had, so that was where I began to walk.

As I stumbled over fallen trees and constantly wiping my eyes of smoky tears, I tried to think of the last moments I saw the Powerclan. I latched onto Donovan and Quentin and made them get really close to me so I could make the force field. I felt horrible about the other passengers, but there was no way I could've made one that large enough to hold everyone together; especially in the midst of free-falling towards the ground.

A few minutes passed, and I began to see scattered bodies as I neared the wreckage. It was a literal bloody mess, noticing arms laying in messed up positions off of the shoulders, and legs bent in unusual patterns. Some skulls were even caved in, and it made me throw up in my mouth. Nonetheless, I kept going.

The body of the plane was actually mostly intact, besides the fact that it was ablaze. I wanted to go inside to check for any potential survivors, but that was interrupted because it suddenly dropped to the ground. The roof of the plane gave way, crushing those possible survivors. It put a sick feeling to my stomach. "Christ..."

I walked towards the cockpit where the tuxedo man had his fun. When I approached it, I stepped inside the gaping hole where the bomb exploded.

I gagged at the sight. The bodies of the pilot and the co-pilot were strung out across the dashboard on the wall next to the bomb gap, which I instantly assumed was the reason why the plane actually went down so quickly. The tuxedo man was nowhere to be found.

I got out while I could. I knew I needed to find the rest of the Powerclan. "Bailey!? Donovan!? Where are you?!"

Still nothing. I was getting anxious now, but a voice called out to me. "Mason! Is that you?"

I turned to the sound, and a good ways away, I saw a male figure start to run up to me. It was Landon, I later saw. Running over to meet him, we embrace each other in a relieving manner.

"Thank God, you're alive," he said, panting heavily. "I was terrified. I was following you around because I wasn't sure whether it was actually you. My vision is a little out of wack from the impact. How are you feeling?"

I sighed heavily. "Sick, but it's probably the smoke. Have you found any signs of anyone else?"

He nodded. "Donovan and Bailey are setting up camp not too far from here. We still haven't found Alonzo, Jamie, or Quentin yet. When I saw somebody moving around, that's when I started to follow you."

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "Alright. Take me to them."

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When we arrived at the mini-camp, I was greeted with many emotions. Bailey cried for a solid hour, while Donovan was freaking out and very happy to see me at the same time. Landon stayed out of it while also looking around as if he was hoping that somebody we knew would walk into the camp.