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I know a lot of you are waiting for the love to come but you can't rush it! I refuse for this story to turn into a Mary-Sue >_< Sadly, that's how this story started out x3 Anyway, enojy reading :)
Inside the airport of 'United Britannia Airlines', a man named George Phelps was sitting nervously in a chair, waiting to board a plane. He saw a restroom and went inside. In the bathroom, he splashed cold water on his face, trying to calm down but it didn't look like it was helping much. Another man came out of one of the stalls and saw George leaning on the sink.
"Nervous flier?" He asked as he dried his hands with a paper towel behind him. George looked at him through the mirror.
"It's that obvious, huh?" He said.
"You know, what are the odds of dyin' in a plane crash? I mean, what—twenty thousand to one?" He threw the paper towel in the garbage and walked out of the bathroom.
"Wow. That's, uh, really reassuring. Thank you." George called after him. He shook his head a bit to get that thought out of his mind and continued to splash water on his face. While he was doing that, a black mist came out of the air vent in the bathroom. George patted his face dry and looked up just in time to see the black mist behind him. He turned around, the black mist entering his eyes. George's eyes turned black and he smiled. That wasn't George anymore.
Passengers were now boarding the plane. The pilot, Chuck Lambert, turned to talk to one of the flight attendants, Amanda Walker, who was helping the passengers find their seats.
"Amanda, how are you today?" Chuck asked. Amanda looked up at him, greeting him with a smile.
"I'm doing just fine, Chuck." She turned back to a passenger coming aboard as he handed Amanda his ticket. "Welcome aboard. 15C—towards the back of the plane, on the right." Amanda pointed out. The man nodded and walked to his seat.
Amanda turned back towards the entrance just as George came aboard and began walking to his seat.
"Have a nice flight, sir." Amanda called. He turned to face her, his eyes coal-black, and a mischievous smile.
"Oh, I'm countin' on it." As he walked to his seat, Amanda looked shocked and confused for a moment but turned back to the passengers.
Almost an hour later, the plane was in the air. George, his eyes back to normal, turned to the woman next to him.
"Excuse me. Do you know how long we've been up?"
"Oh, uh…" The woman checked her watch before looking back up at him. "About forty minutes." She said.
"Wow. Time really does fly, huh?" George said giving her a small smile. The woman nodded, looking back at the magazine she was reading. George got up. "Excuse me. I've got to stretch my legs."
"Oh, sure." She said and stood up so he could get through.
George nodded to her before stretching his arms a bit. He walked to the back of the plane, nodding at one of the passengers, Max Jaffey. Max turned to see what he was doing. His eyes widened when he saw George walk to the emergency exit and grab the handle.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Max yelled. George turned to Max, his eyes completely black again, making Max jump back in shock. George turned back around and opened the emergency exit, flying out of the door.
The plane began to fall at an uncontrollable speed. Everybody was frantic, trying to get their seat belts on as papers and other objects were flying everywhere. Amanda was struggling to get to a seat and then the oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling. Amanda and the passengers grabbed them and put them over their mouths as the plane continued to dive towards the ground.
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