Skye Crying

07 ║ Zahara

~ Panic: Noun ~

Sudden uncontrollable fear or anxiety, often causing wildly unthinking behavior.

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Clip Seven - Zahara's POV:

There was no way of knowing how much time had passed since we had boarded the plane and taken flight. It felt like hours, and Blue had even fallen into a restless sleep, nodding off and waking up suddenly as her chin hit her chest repeatedly. 

I had started the flight with adrenaline coursing through my veins, but the anticipation had worn off after waiting for so long. I knew that they rebellions base was far away from the last city of Central, though I didn't know its exact location in the wasteland that was the rest of the world. Come to think of it, I didn't even know where Central itself was located. 

A loud, harsh alarm rang through the jet accompanied by flashing red lights on the ceiling. Blue, who apparently wasn't as out of it as she looked, sprang out of her seat nimbly, her hand flying to her plasma gun. 

Med wasn't nearly as graceful, and he jumped violently at the sound, knocking me out of my chair in the process. The side of my head slammed into the floor and I let out a strangled gasp as stars flew in front of my eyes.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry Zahara!" Med quickly reaches down to help me up, the horrible, screeching alarm piercing my eardrums, the flashing lights making my head throb painfully.

Blue shouts over the sound, and it occurs to me that this is the first time I've heard her voice. It sounds cool and collected even as she says, "The plane's digital control system has been compromised. It's only a matter of minutes before CAP's agents force it to crash despite the defense mechanisms."

Here I cut her off, and even I can hear the fear strangling my shaking voice. "But I thought that Pixel was able to keep those assholes out! We've had this tech tested before! Are you sur— "

Blue stopped me short, fixing me with a hard, burning glare with her brilliant blue eyes. "Wondering how the hell it happened won't help. Now get your ass off the floor, grab one of those parachutes and strap it on." 

The urgency and slight bit of panic that forced its way into her voice spur me and Med into action, both of us grabbing a bulky pack and buckling the straps on. My hands start to shake so bad that I can't click my arm straps together. Med notices and quickly connects it for me. 

The alarm as grown consistently louder in the last 30 seconds, my sense of dread and panic increasing with it. Blue reaches over her head and flips a few switches on the ceiling, and the cargo door at the back of the plane opens, revealing a desert landscape beneath it, lit only by the random fires burning with a vengeance over the ruined buildings. It might be my imagination, but I can almost see the Mendeni crawling over the wreck of a city below us. 

As soon as the hatch opens, the alarm that my ears had gotten used to stops. I barely have time to register this before the plane's motor comes to a complete standstill and for split second we hover in midair, our momentum continuing to carry us forward. Then all hell breaks loose.

The plane starts to free fall, in a straight downwards line towards the desert, leaving my stomach behind hundreds of feet in the air. Blue immediately lunges towards me, wrapping her arms around my waist as we hurl out of the back of the plane.