Frost
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The plane was starting to quiet down as the lights dimmed and people were getting ready to sleep. People had finished off their airplane food and settled down for the night with their uncomfortable blankets and paper pillows. Ava sighed as they started to do the same. The plastic crinkled loudly as they pulled out both the blanket and pillow and tried to make themself as comfortable as possible in the cramped seat. They were lucky that they'd gotten a window seat so that they could at least lean up a bit against the wall, but the snoring of the old man next to them would probably reign any sleep next to impossible. Trying to not make too much noise they pulled up their pocket version of The Hunger Games out of their small hand luggage and started reading where they'd left off at the airport, thinking that it might make it easier for them to fall asleep.
Loud beeping woke them up and Ava shot straight up in their seat with wide eyes. The lights were now on and the stewardesses were trying to keep everyone in their seats and calm people down. Ava looked around in wild confusion and realized something had to be terribly wrong. The old man next to her leaned over and screamed something in another language, pointing out the window next to them. Not having time to worry about the man almost crushing them, they just shoot a look out the window and almost screamed themself as they saw the wing of the plane being engulfed in flames and smoke. Their heart was racing and the loud sounds of people panicking around mixed with the beeping didn't make things better. Suddenly the plane shook and everyone screamed in unison. A loud click sounded through the plane and a manly voice spoke to them through the speakers.
"Everyone, this is the pilot speaking, we just- SHIT" the message was cut short as the plane jolted in the air once again. The stewardesses had now left the corridors and went to strap themselves in.
"Steven, we're going down..!"
"I know! I know!" was heard over the speakers as the pilots had failed to turn of the transmitters. Ava gripped to the chair so hard that their knuckles were going white and almost felt like they couldn't breath.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck" they cried under their breath, squeezing their eyes shut as the sounds just grew louder and louder. Then they felt a sharp shot through their body and pain before everything disappeared around them.
Loud beeping woke them up and Ava shot straight up in their seat with wide eyes. The lights were now on and the stewardesses were trying to keep everyone in their seats and calm people down. Ava looked around in wild confusion and realized something had to be terribly wrong. The old man next to her leaned over and screamed something in another language, pointing out the window next to them. Not having time to worry about the man almost crushing them, they just shoot a look out the window and almost screamed themself as they saw the wing of the plane being engulfed in flames and smoke. Their heart was racing and the loud sounds of people panicking around mixed with the beeping didn't make things better. Suddenly the plane shook and everyone screamed in unison. A loud click sounded through the plane and a manly voice spoke to them through the speakers.
"Everyone, this is the pilot speaking, we just- SHIT" the message was cut short as the plane jolted in the air once again. The stewardesses had now left the corridors and went to strap themselves in.
"Steven, we're going down..!"
"I know! I know!" was heard over the speakers as the pilots had failed to turn of the transmitters. Ava gripped to the chair so hard that their knuckles were going white and almost felt like they couldn't breath.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck" they cried under their breath, squeezing their eyes shut as the sounds just grew louder and louder. Then they felt a sharp shot through their body and pain before everything disappeared around them.