Munching on a chocolate bar, Angel started thinking about how life was going to be with her new bundle of joy. She thought it was going to be hard taking care of the baby,but then she was going to live with her mother for a while. It should'nt be that hard..should it? A frown claimed it's self on her soft features. She just couldnt decide and she was exetremly confused but at the same time she wasnt. But that was life,you must open your heart to things if you wish to live and learn. What was she thinking. She sounded like a kung-fu master telling its student about life. She shook her head and continued to munch on her chocolate bar.


She looked at her watch and gasped. The plane was about to leave. She was to get on plane '43'. She ran pretty fast for a pregnant woman. Clutching her stomach, she ran into an almost empty wing. 'The wing is almost closing' she thought. Not waiting any longer she pressed the elevator button and waited for it to open. The elevator opened and inside it was empty. Angel stepped in and went to the back and looked around. It was pretty big than most elevators she noted. Five more people then came in one by one. Suddenly a loud screeching was heard and her hands rushed to her ears. The elevator shook and the lights went out. The elevator wasnt pitch black but it was dim. Angel then panicked.

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Smiling, Jace couldn't be more excited about going to California. The beach, the girls, the parties, the girls! England couldn't compare to America. England was okay, he lived there all his life, and it was boring. Dull. But Jace had always wanted to see the world, so here he was, in an airport, sightseeing. Looking at the time, he couldn't help but laugh. He had missed his flight, and the next one was in five hours. Shuffling to the nearest elevator, Jace pushed the button, and waited impatiently. Being a prince didn't mean he had perfect patience or was a spoiled brat. It just meant that he was next in line to ruling a country. Nothing more. And it wasn't like ruling a country was fun or anything. It was just meetings, paperwork, speeches, and more paperwork. A soft ding broke Jace out of his thoughts as the elevator came.

Stepping into the elevator, Jace couldn't help but get a bad feeling. There were one other person in here with him, and the elevator was bigger than normal. One by one, the elevator filled up, until there were six people, filling the bigger than normal elevator, but still enough space for each person. Dismissing it as old paranoia, Jace sighed as they began the decent downward. Suddenly the elevator lurched to a stop, sending everyone off balance. The lights flickered on and off, until they settled at a dim shade. Breaking into a smile, Jace couldn't help but start to laugh. Another part of his bucket list complete-getting stuck in an elevator. Now, only to get out.

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Lightly pushing his hood off, Lukas splashed water in his face from the sink in the airport's restroom. As the water dripped off, he looked at himself in the mirror. His hair looked like he'd never seen a comb or a hairbrush in his life, thick periorbital dark circles surrounded his eyes, and his skin was as pale as a porcelain doll. He figured that since everyone hated him, what did it matter that he looked like a crack addict? He was nothing. Worthless, inferior, inadequate. Pulling his hood back over his head, and slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder and picking up a second bag containing his synthesizer, drum machine, and laptop he left the restroom.

The young german-canadian waif walked through the airport, trying his best to avoid eye-contact with the people he walked past, and putting the headphones he wore around his neck on his head to take his mind off what the people who occasionally glanced at him could be thinking. Walking into an elevator, Lukas was dismayed too see that two people, a pregnant woman, and a man, were already inside, and quickly ran to a corner and stood there, hanging his head and raising it only too see three more people walk in. Lukas silently stood, turning up the volume of his Ipod Touch to soothe his growing panic, to the point where dubstep could be faintly heard by the five other occupants in the elevator. When the elevator tremored, and the lights went dim, Lukas slouched into the corner into a fetal position clutching his head and began to whimper and hyperventilate.

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Renz
The airport was busy today. It has always been busy. The young man was walking through a wide hallway, with his ticket in hand. He thought about the progression of his plan. He was too busy thinking, he didn't notice how slow or fast his legs are moving. Renz shook his head, trying to get a certain thought out of his head. He knew he shouldn't think about it. He needs to move on to a new start, and forget about this whole mess. As he walked by a small eating spot, he saw a glimpse of the television hanging on the walls.

"Local news have stated... this is just in! School shootings happened minutes ago... Police are unaware of the shooter's location..."

Renz was aware of the attention it caught. The people were staring at the screen as if they were hypnotized by the situation going on at the campus. He knew people were going to sympathize, anyway. The school and the airport aren't too far from each other. So Renz wasn't surprised the news got hold of what just happened already. After all, he was there. He was the killer. As the group were just behind his head, he walked faster. On top of his priority, he want the whole thing behind his back.

Renz eventually got into the elevator. As he entered, it was a little bigger than he expected and there were three people inside. Two of them are guys, one with a hooded jacket and the other knows how to look good. The third one is a pregnant woman who looked a bit young. Of course, he did not care. Or tried his best to not care. He pushed a button on the control panel near his side and leaned on the wall of the elevator. There were four people in the elevator, and Renz tried to act normal, looking through his cellphone and pushing random buttons. Soon later, two more people will join in the elevator. Renz was somewhat getting annoyed at how crowded this elevator was. Still, it won't matter. Once he gets on his flight to the Philippines, his new life can start. His goal was just right there, after this simple little elevator ride. But it had to happen.

The elevator violently shook and the lights kept going on and off. Renz held onto the rails on the elevator and bended his knees. He remembered seeing something like this on a survival channel and, by instinct, forced himself into that certain position. By the time the elevator stopped shaking, the lights were dim. Although the ride wasn't enjoyable, he felt little pain and no broken bones. Thank God, he thought. No, he quickly took those thoughts back. It wasn't the time to be relieved. When it would only take an elevator ride to the lobby of his flight, the whole plan had backfired on him. He stood up, brushed his shirt, and took a look at everyone else to see how they were doing.

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Madeline stepped lightly into the elevator, noting warily that there were already people inside. She hid a frown. People in an elevator always made it slightly awkward. She hesitated for a split second before slipping around a guy and standing in a corner, next to a pregnant lady who looked as though she could be around Maddie's own age. The other corner was occupied by a shadowy, frail-looking dark boy.

As she stood - wishing for not the first time someone would invent an elevator with chairs - Madeline took in the appearance of the elevator. It was rather large, which was nice. Large... but still had five other people. She let her hand rest on top of her carry-on, a shoulder-hung bag. It wasn't as though she was distrustful of anyone, it's just... Well, she didn't much care for being pick pocketed.

Her eyes turned upward, taking in the lights and the ceiling. It was very plain. Not one of the best elevators she'd ever seen, no. But it was an airport elevator - was there really anything else to be expected?

Suddenly the elevator gave a shudder, and her intake of breath was much louder than what pleased her. The lights flashed, flickering, before ending on a sort of half-light. The shaking had increased before it decreased, and that had slammed her against the corner. The rail protruded harshly into her hip. There was definitely going to be a bruise.

When everything stopped, Maddie forced herself to remain standing. Cautiously, she met gazes with the harried-looking blond guy, unable to stop a small smile on her lips when she saw, actually saw, the colors of his eyes. Her eyes projected her thoughts - without speaking her query, she seemed to ask, with a tilt of her head, if he was okay.

At least, she hoped so. Maddie didn't know if she'd be able to collect her thoughts completely on time to make conversation, not when she was dealing with the pain from the impact.

No backing out. Her subconscious smile spread a little as she pondered that. Literally.