Terror of the Skies's Story

The Captain announced to passengers over intercom, "We will be expecting turberlence due to weather conditions please make sure you are belted up and prepare for bumpy ride..." pausing he added, "We are due to arrive in quarter of an hour. Please be seated and relax." the weather was indeed rough, but that was least of the issues one of the engines had gone out, before there had been a bright flash of lightning. It was possible the bolt had fried the engine, but with the weather being like it was, an engine being out was a huge issue. Nonetheless the captain continued to fly the plane, while his copilot turned to him, "Donald, relax we'll be back for beers before you know it..." he nodded to his copilot. Of course flying through this weather was not an issue, but for some reason he felt uneasy. Still he managed to grin, "You are right, let's get this bird down as soon as we can." with rain spattering down over the pane the only way to navigate was via the radar, and even that seemed to be acting up. The weather had been expected, as was the storm, but there was a request that they fly. Despite tropical storm warning, this one flight had left its airport.

Meanwhile on board the wing was a spindley thin creature with sharp ripping claws and yellow eyes. It had no other purpose except to cause suffering, already one of the engines was fried, now it tore at the metal and tried to rip up some more scraps to fling into the engine. It cared nothing for the low temperature and low amount of oxygen, it was not human. It merely existed in stories and tales, but as Flight WC 63450 would learn even myths can be real.

Back inside the captain eyes widened in alarm, "Fuck... that's another engine, gone we go to take this down... How far are we from destination?" he asked his copilot who looked just as confused, just as he was about to ask he saw a glimpse of something briefly before it vanished. It had been so quick but it had appeared to be going to the other wing.

The creature moved swiftly to the other wing, quickly passing the cockpit and immediately setting upon second wings engines.

Already though the flight was experiencing trouble in the harsh weather and the passenger department was in state of panic, despite the hostesses trying to calm people, but now someone was claiming that something had been on the wing. Of course no one saw anything, but the clanging and shuddering of the plane was destroying what placidness had pretended to exist.

The creature smirked in the maelstrom as its claws tore viciously at the panelling, bending and rending the material with ease.

In horror, the Captain eyes widened as another engine went out. The shuddering and shaking violently rocked the whole flight, perhaps with less turbulence it could have landed, but with condition already felt, the Captain spoke up, "We are making an emergency landing, I repeat we are making an Emergency Landing... Watch Tower, come in Watch Tower we are going down..." no response radar was shot and with a sudden explosion the final engine went up...

With a thundering noise began to topple from the sky, heading straight for the affluent Lady Une Drive. Some people managed to escape in heat of desperation from the plane but for most it far too fast. Meanwhile below few were prepared or stirred from their beds, until it was too late.

A giagantic cloud rose up as the whole of Lady Une Drive was flung into turmoil at midnight...

The Culprit long gone...

The only reason Amabel was on this flight at such a horrible time was because her agent had said one of her biggest clients wanted her in as soon as possible. Surprisingly a lot of people had cancelled their flight and she got to have a really nice seat at an affordable price. Her hands seemed to have moved by themselves as she booked her flight. It was a short notice and she would only be able to back a few things, but her agent reassured her that she would have everything she needed at the hotel.

Now she wish she hadn’t got on the flight. It seemed everything that looked good on the outside was rotten on the inside. Amabel already knew about the story and was already mentally prepared for the bumpiness of the flight. What she wasn’t prepared for was to see some kind of creature on the wing of the airplane. Taking deep slow breaths, she faced forwards and tried to focus on the back of a man’s head in front of her and the voice of the piolet. The lady next to her patted her hand and was trying to sooth Amabel when she also notice the thing on the wing.

Amabel looked at the woman’s shocked face and realize what she saw wasn’t one of the ‘things’ her mind seem to make up. The lady reached up and slammed her finger multiple times to call the hostess, by this time it a few more people started to panic and scream. Some people got up and started yelling at other hostess while others started praying. Amabel just sat there in shock, staring in front of her before slowly looking out the window again. It was tearing the wing up, trying to destroy it or that is what she seemed to be seeing. The only light outside was the lightening that randomly flashed.

A loud thunder came, but she realize it wasn’t thunder that made that sound. The engine exploded and everyone froze. People standing clung to each other, before falling over from the jerk of the other engine exploded. She kept staring out the window as the plane headed for land. Amabel had undone her seatbelt and hunched over the seat now empty seat, sliding in, and opening the emergency exit without thinking. The door flew open and one of the slides flapped out. Amabel watched in horror as the plane was nearing the surface. She felt something on her back and she flew out the plane, screaming, and flailing. Her body had hit something hard before blacking out.

A few miles away from the plane crash, a man drove on his motorcycle with a police siren attached to it. This man was however not an official officer, he was a man called Spaniard. His job was to patrol the universe and preserve the peace, he also made it his role to help those in need and today was no different. Once he spotted the form of the plane about to crash he was already roaring past traffic with expert precision. He weaved past cars, he drove through each stoplight before any could turn red and he made sure to keep track of his location.

As Spaniard got closer to the crash site, he could see the clouds of black smoke rising in the air. He was hoping that there was not that many casualties but judging by the crash it was hard not to think about how many people could have died. Of course some thoughts raced in his mind, what caused the crash? Was it a pilot error? Malfunction? Whatever the case it was he was going to arrive on scene and tend to any wounded he found.

Once Spaniard arrived on the scene, he saw the entire wreckage of the plane, fire spreading around, wreckage and belongings scattered everywhere, and of course some of the passengers. Some were dead, some seemed to be alive and breathing. He soon shut off his bike and siren before getting off his bike and readjusted his black sunglasses. "Everyone, if you can still walk please get away from the crash site. Gather your belongings and your loved ones then get a fair distance away from the crash site. The plane might explode so I recommend you all to hurry. I will see to the people who are more wounded but for now please follow my instructions." He called out to anyone that could hear him before searching around the wreckage. Most of the people were fine, some coming from inside the wreckage. They had told him that the pilots were dead and many passengers near the front were dead. He knew that searching inside would be a waste of time but for now he had to make sure everyone could walk on their feet.

Looking around Spaniard noticed a woman unconscious on the ground, she did not look severely injured maybe a couple of bruises at most but it looked like she had hit her head on the ground. Carefully examining her it was clear that she was knocked unconscious. Taking out some medical equipment he cleaned the head wound and placed a dressing on it before he pulled out a bottle of water and slowly poured cold water on her face to wake her up. "Time to wake up miss, There are other people to treat so I have to get you moving."