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Post by Hector Tobias on Sept 1, 2007 21:30:32 GMT -5
Hector held on for dear life, listening to the both to his left. He was an idiot. They were suppose to gather all the “soft” materials and then do what with them? Throw them towards the pilot? Try to cushion their fall? It was all insane. If they didn’t die on impact, they would surly drown. In one fluid motion, Hector reached up his fist and hit the boy, Troy, aside the head, temporarily knocking him unconscious. As he fell forward, Hector reached out and grabbed the boy, not allowing him to fall and smash against the wall.
“What the hell!” Someone yelled out, anger in their voice. “If you had listened to him, you would all be dead by now.” He screamed back, holding onto Troy with one hand and the headrest with the other. “I just saved all your lives. Well, I at least prolonged them!”
The pilot’s voice ran out, but Hector was sure not many could hear it. “I’m going to try to land us!” He yelled, barley auditable over the roar of their fall. “Maybe I can level us out!” The plane soared forward, and it seemed, to Hector at least, that the plane was a little more parallel to the ground.
The plane went down, smashing into the sand. The force of the collision was too much for Hector. His hand was ripped from the armrest, and he, and nearly all the other rider, fell towards the wall of the cabin. Then white hot pain spread over him. A metal bar, which had broke, was sticking out of the far left side of his stomach, blood running everywhere. Apparently, they had survived the crash, but now he would surly die. He glanced around, looking for the boy he had knocked out. He seemed to be fine; unhurt. Hector also looked for the one person that could help him survive the impalement. Brad and his women were no where to be found.
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Post by Acacia Montez on Sept 1, 2007 21:54:02 GMT -5
A black curl was thrown in front of her face as she felt the heat of the flames slowly inching their way. The reflection of the flames reflected on her face as she started thinking about a story she had read and given an oral report on for her Honors English class. Romeo and Juliet. Acacia wanted to laugh as she thought about how the two of them were like the main characters of the story. But in different scenarios. She returned the kiss and held on to him for dear life. A tear formed in her closed eyes as she realized, this would be the last one with him..
As they continued their last kiss another explosion happened and they were thrown from the ceiling. Giving another scream, Acacia felt herself be tossed around and she kept a hold of him the best she could. If there was one person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, it was Brad Dorian, the Junior she had just met. Everything seemed to happen in one fluid motion. Then she saw metal gash Brad's arm and seconds later, his eyes closed as if he was un-conscience. "HELP!" She screamed and felt her chest rising and falling in fear, Acacia bent down next to him and bent over him. Placing one hand on his left forarm and another on his cheek. " Please don't be dead. Please wake up. Wake up Brad please." The tears that were brimming her eyes slowly fell down the sides of her face. "I beg you, I love you, please wake up." Leaning her head down on his chest for a moment she felt relaxed even though she was so lost and hopeless.
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Post by Brad Dorian on Sept 1, 2007 22:23:32 GMT -5
Slowly Brad came around, the tears of his true love splashing against his face. “I’m ok baby.” He moaned, his arm stinging badly. Blood rushed out of it, soaking his shirt. Brad gave a moan of pain as he tired to get up. His arm wasn’t broken, but it still hurt like hell.
“What do you think happened?” He asked Acacia, helping her get to her feet as well. A fire had started to their right and the room was becoming increasingly hot. With all of his might, Brad pried the metal door open, the flames flickering in the reflection.
Everything in the back of the plane was on fire. Brad coughed as he took the shirt he had taken off before and thrust it over Acacia’s mouth, protecting her lungs from the smoke. All the other passengers were sprawled all over the cabin. There Brad saw one girl, who had died on the impact, smacking her head against the window. The window was red with blood. The sight made him sick to his stomach. He ripped off his shirt, which had also gone red on the sleeve, and put it over her face. He would come back for her later, to burry her properly.
As he moved down the cabin, his six-pack heaving below him, he saw a horrid sight. Hector had been impaled on a bar, which had apparently broken in mid-crash. “Hector!” Brad cried, dropping to his feet. His former friend was still alive.
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Post by Kelsi O'Riley on Sept 1, 2007 22:39:36 GMT -5
Kelsi didn't expect anyone to talk to her. She seemed to have that effect on people. Even the ones she hadn't met yet. So she stayed timid this flight, concentrating on the book of crossword puzzles she had brought with her. And because no attention was paid to her, she could easily eavesdrop on everything going on around her. Whether it was intentional or not was a completely different story.
Kelsi looked up as the new couple walked to the bvery back of the plane. She decided to put them out of her mind completely. She closed her eyes and imagined the sparkling blue waters of Hawaii, the tall palm trees swaying in the breeze.
That was when the plane lurched dangerously. Her eyes ripped open, and all she could hear was the roaring of the blown engine...and screaming...lots and lots of screaming. She panicked, dodging some falling luggage. Kelsi unbuckled her seatbelt, ducking from anything else that decided to fall, and slowly made her way towards the back of the plane to see if anyone needed help.
To her left, Kelsi saw an unconscious flight attendant, but she forced herself to continue, there was a possibility of more extreme injuries. She almost made it to the end of the rows and rows of seats, when the plane angled forward even more. She slid backwards all the way to the front of the plane, slamming into the door that seperated the cabin from the thingypit. She could not see very well, but an excruciating pain shot through her leg. She touched it gingerly and felt blood, and knew she could do nothing but wait.
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Post by Acacia Montez on Sept 1, 2007 22:45:22 GMT -5
His voice was like music to her ears. It meant he was still alive. "Thank God!" She gave him a gentle but tight hug around his waist and kept her head on his chest. "You had me scared there for a moment." As he helped her to her feet she saw the blood bleeding onto his shirt. Her eyes widened. "We've got to stop that. If you bleed too much you'll..." Acacia shook her head and forced herself to stop thinking about death.
A piece of the couch fell as it burned up and Acacia jumped closer to Brad. Then she watched him pry the door open and she followed him out into the cabin. The site before her was almost un-bearable to see. Students were spread out throughout the cabin. Suddenly she felt him thrust a shirt to her mouth and she placed a hand there to keep it there.
As they continued walking, Acacia saw a sight that she would haunt her dreams forever. It made her sick to her stomach as she looked at it. The sight, was of a girl. A Junior from the looks of it though she could've been a Senior, was dead. Her head had smacked against the window and the window was red instead of clear, with her blood. Acacia watched as Brad placed his shirt over the girl's head and she interlaced their fingers. Acacia felt him leave her side and she walked towards the other end of the cabin, to see if there was anymore people who died. “Hector!” Acacia rushed to his side and grabbed his arm. " Brad what's wrong?" [/color]
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Post by Kelsi O'Riley on Sept 1, 2007 22:57:30 GMT -5
A few moments after the chaos stopped, Kelsi's senses finally came back to life. All she could smell was blood and smoke. That couldn't be good. She heard a couple cries towards the other end of the plane. At least someone was alive.
She tried to stand, but winced. The food cart had toppled over onto her leg.. She wanted to help the others, so she braced herself, and tried to push the cart upright again. It was too heavy, and the fact that she was sitting made matters even harder.
Through the creaks and groans of the plane, Kelsi called out,"Hello?" She wasn't sure if anyone could hear her, but she really didn't want to be stuck here if the plane decided to suddenly explode,"Is anyone still alive?" She could almost hear the waves brushing up on the shore, and she couldn't help but smile at the irony. Some relaxation.
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Post by Antoinette Craven on Sept 2, 2007 0:14:32 GMT -5
She couldn't answer Kirsty. She didn't know what was going on. One moment, Antoinette was enjoying the company of two friends, and watching an interesting, but despicable, scene unfold. Next the plane lurched forward and began to fall into oblivion. Death. This was one of the only words running through her mind as the plane fell.She fas facing her ultimate fear, dying on an air plane. Then it hit her. Antoinette Michelle Craven was going to die in a matter of minutes.
People around her were shouting instructions, which she couldn't comply to. She couldn't speak, she could move. Her face was a ghostly shade of white, and her body shook continuously. A tear slipped from her eye and ran down her left cheek, and then another, and another, until dozens of tears covered her cheeks, and fell down on her black skinny jeans. Antoinette was frightened beyond control. All she wanted was her mother to hold her, but the mere thought of her mother made Antoinette's small tears turned into uncontrollable sobs. Death. Nothing could save her now. [/color]
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Post by Harry Dark on Sept 2, 2007 4:07:48 GMT -5
Harry was thrown forward, and a bright flash temporarily blinded him. He looked out of the window through hazy eyes to see the engine snap away and fall. Harry's head snapped around, and he tried not to fall to the front of the plane as so many other had done. There was chaos, people screaming and and crying, but Harry got up, the plane must be near a crash.
Harry slowly but safely manoeuvred to the aisle, and he bent down. He could see that all the seats were mounted to the floor using screws, which could be taken out. If the pilot could keep the plane going while they unscrewed a chair, and screwed it down in the aisle, it would break many people's fall. Harry was about to call for some help when he caught a glance of the black ocean. It was too close, there was no time, not with 3 engines.
Harry threw himself back into the seats, and assumed crash position, hoping they wouldn't die. He didn't want to do something brave, like open a door, or save someone else, he just wanted to survive.
As the plane smashed into 16 tons of water, Harry was thrown forwards. No amount of bracing could prepare anyone for it. Harry held his glasses on his the head hit the seat, and the little hook smashed a lens, not shattering it but leaving a spider web of cracks and a small puncture hole.
As the chaos stopped, the plane grounded, and Harry jumped up, and scanned the plane. There weren't any obvious casualties, so Harry headed for the door. The three remaining engines were on fire, and if they didn't put them out the fuel tank would ignite. Harry shoved open an emergency door and looked out. They were beached on an island, and the smell of acrid, burning engines hit him. He looked back inside, they needed to put the fires out.
"Hey! Hey! We need to put these fires out..." Harry said, before realising that no-one was going to listen. They were all too pleased to be alive and busy, and helping the people who had hurt themselves. Harry was infuriated, those people too badly injured to move would be blown to kingdom come in about 4 minutes if they didn't put the fires out. He jumped out of the plane into torrential rain and black smoke. He staggered to the far side of the beach, to get out of the smoke, they surveyed the damage.
Two engines were intact, and had small fires from the heat, which would take seconds. The one remaining left engine was an inferno, and would need longer. The whole plane hadn't done too badly, the cabin was crumpled, and Harry thought the pilot was probably crushed. The left wing was a mess, the right was still intact, and the tail plane was almost pristine. There was the disturbing red window, which was near the front of the plane, and Harry looked away. As the seconds ticked by, the left engine fire was spreading up the wing towards the main bulk, which would incinerate the luggage, and, more importantly, the fuel tank.
Harry wanted to go and get everyone out, to get them on the fires, but they wouldn't listen. He hurried round to the right wing and started to put the inside engine fire out, and it only took three trips to the sea, the same with the outside engine. Still, no-one was bothered about the other engine.
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Post by Brad Dorian on Sept 2, 2007 7:54:15 GMT -5
Everyone was in a state bewilderment, running wild, trying to help others, after helping themselves. A thin line of blood at formed at the corner of Hector’s lips, blood soaking his shirt. “Hector.” He said softly, trying to keep him conscious. “It’s not that bad, Hector. You’ll be ok.” A tear had formed at the side of Brad’s eye, which ran down his face.
“I’ll be right back.” He said to both Hector and Acacia. He moved slowly into the thingypit and found the pilot, an old man, and the flight attendant dead. Their seat belts had broken and they, as well as the girl, had impacted the solid glass. The sight made him gag, and he was glad he had not brought Acacia along.
Then Brad smelt something. For some strange reason it smelled like gas. “The plane’s tank has split!” He thought to himself, taking Acacia’s hand and kicking down the plane’s door. “Head for those trees. I’ll be right behind you.” He said, pointing towards a jungle, just beyond the beach.
“Everyone, listen to me! In a matter of minuets, this d**n plane is going to explode. Unless you all want to blow up, get the hell out of here!” There was a mad scramble for the exit. Looking back at Hector, Brad needed a plan. The metal bar, it seemed, was loose, and perhaps he could pry it off the wall. It took several moments to obtain his goal, and as the plane exploded, Brad jumped from the plane, Hector in his arms.
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Post by Acacia Montez on Sept 2, 2007 8:45:49 GMT -5
Acacia felt her tears still slowly sliding down her face as she placed a hand on his shoulder. Gently rubbing her thumb along his shoulder, she watched with a feeling of heart-break forming inside. She was hurting for Brad. She knew what he was going through right now. He was trying to keep Hector alive. She had just experienced the same thing just minutes ago. Acacia whispered softly. " He'll be fine Brad." She hoped her words would help comfort him but, she knew her words were only as good as what he wanted them to be. A couple more tears fell down her face as she watched one fall out of his.
"Okay." Bending down she looked at Hector and for the first time noticed his looks. He wasn't exactly as good-looking as Brad but, from what she saw earlier, his personality made up for it. Hector was also very tall and lanky, with his hair un-tidy. Giving a sigh she stood up as Brad took her hand. A look of worry and confusion crossed her face. "What's happening?" She nodded and ran out of the thingy-pit. She was about to walk out the door but, she remembered the girl who was dead. She had already died on impact so she didn't need to explode too. "Everyone out!" Running to seat where she remembered seeing the girl, Acacia finally found her. Taking the shirt that Brad had put on her head, Acacia put it on and picked the girl up. Walking as fast as she could she exited the plane and watched as everyone else did. Laying the girl gently down underneath some trees, Acacia interlaced her hands and rested her chin on them.
Her eyes scanned the students for Brad holding Hector. Anntoinette, Annika, Troy, Kelsi, and Kimmy and tons of others were all watching the plane. But, Brad was no-where to be seen. Panic shot through her. The plane was about to explode in seconds, where was he? The feeling of her heart breaking started forming again. Tears quietly slid down her face and she watched with fear. Then the plane exploded and she watched as Brad jumped out of it, just in time. Relief spread through her and she ran to him as the sound of cackling flames echoed throughout the island. "Brad!" Acacia grabbed his arm and helped him walk over to the beach away from the plane.
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Post by Kimmy Brant on Sept 2, 2007 9:08:51 GMT -5
Kimmy fell to her knees as she jumped off the plane. Both hands and legs were scraped. Her purse, beside her, was now covered in specks of sand. Her eyes closed as she felt the hot heat of of sun. She heard more thuds as more people were jumping off the plane. Many, like her were now scraped on many places of their bodies.
She looked around and saw that many of the people were watching the plane crash. Their faces showed devastation and horror as they watched the plane slowly beginning to crash. She looked at Acacia and turned away. She couldn't bear to see the grief in Acacia's eyes.
Finally, the guy named Brad jumped off just as the plane was about to explode. She closed her eyes and looked away as the plane exploded into many pieces. She couldn't bear to see the remains of her trip. Tears slowly slid out of her closed eyes as she realized that she could have been killed on that plane if it hadn't have been for Brad's smart thinking.[/color]
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Post by Antoinette Craven on Sept 2, 2007 9:45:14 GMT -5
She closed her eyes tightly, it was coming. The plane finally crashed. She was thrown forward, and out of her seat. “I’m alive?”. Antoinette felt a warn sensation falling from he lip and her arm. Blood trickled down her body and onto the floor. Through the rush of people, and screams, Antoinette made out the works, “The plane is going to blow up.” Her body was still shaking, and she could barely stand up, but she managed. Her army green messenger bag was lying close to her, she struggled to pick it up. Her legs shook beneath her as she walked off the plane and onto the sand of an island.
Once she was standing on the warm sand of the island, Antoinette’s legs could no longer support the rest of her body, so she slowly collapsed. Soon more flames erupted from the plane, then it happened in slow motion. A loud ‘boom’ and the explosion. At that, she had lost it, she could handle this. She was supposed to be in Hawaii, she was supposed to be in a resort learning about her passion, she was supposed to see he mother in a few mother in three months, but instead she was stranded on an island. Antoinette saw the world move in slow motion. The plane crashing, the plane blowing up and the people around her. And at last, she was lying on the sand watching the remaining flames.
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Post by Brad Dorian on Sept 2, 2007 10:28:14 GMT -5
The heat of the explosion burnt their backs as the leapt out of the rubble, the force blowing them down. The entire tail-end of the plane had been ripped to shreds, everything back their demolished. The front end, however, wasn’t as badly damaged. The luggage contained in that area could still be salvaged.
Brad looked down at Hector as his blood ran everywhere. “Please, someone get be a beach towel.” Nobody moved, apart from Acacia, as they were in shock from what just had happened. Brad didn’t have time to worry about their predicament. He needed to use his first aid knowledge to save his former friend. “If you don’t help me, this man will die!” Brad yelled out, his own cut badly bleeding.
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Post by Harry Dark on Sept 2, 2007 10:37:49 GMT -5
Harry wiped the sweat off his face as he watched the plane explode. He hoped everyone was out. He ran his hand down the left side of his face, wanting to wide the thick sweat away, but it was thicker. Harry looked at his hand in shock, it was covered in blood. He wiped his hand on his trousers, already dirty from the smoke.
He got to his feet carefully and headed towards the smoking wreck of the plane, thanking God that the wing was intact, as well as two engines. He opened the luggage compartment carefully, the metal was burning hot. It clunked open, and a fresh wave of smoke hit Harry, choking him. He started grabbing the luggage and throwing it onto the sand beside him, wanting to get it out in case of another explosion. The air was super-heated around the plane, and it wasn't long before Harry was exhausted. It was difficult to breathe. He wondered whether everyone else was going to panic much more.
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Post by Acacia Montez on Sept 2, 2007 11:16:32 GMT -5
One of the girls from the plane who Acacia had not spoken too, ran up and gave them a beach towel and a cantine of water. She accepted it and tore a piece of the towel off. Pouring just enough water on the small cloth as to not waste water, Acacia closed the cantine and placed the cloth on Hector's forehead. Hopefully the cold water would wake him up but if not, they would have to find something else.
Sniffing softly she wiped her tears away and heard the shuffling off feet which meant that people were starting to move around. She wanted to say something but, she had no idea on what to say so Acacia just sat there holding the cloth on his forehead. The shores crashed against the waves and her thoughts started to flood her head again. What happened? Were they stranded here? How long would it take for rescue? What would happen while they were here? Acacia let a small sigh escape her lips an dshe turned her attention to the waves noticing how beautiful the ocean truly was.[/color]
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