“How do you open the door?!!” I screamed.
“We’re too high up!” Jack yelled back.
I was thrown to the front of the ship and into the passenger chair where I had been sitting at earlier.
“You take control!” Jack said, about to leap up from his seat.
“No! I can handle them-” I began.
I was punched right in the jaw and dragged away from Jack. The other three men were waiting for us to land.
We were pretty much their free ride to Renton. We were carrying the enemy.
Then one of them decided to try to take control of the ship. So they grabbed Jack from behind and pulled.
No! I thought frantically. If Jack loses control of the ship. We’re all dead.
I kicked the man who was holding me and ran to fight the man away from Jack.
I have to get them out of here. Life or death situation.
“Get out of the seat!” The man yelled at Jack.
“We’ll all die if I do!” Jack yelled back.
I saw my gun laying by the front passenger side of the ship and grabbed it. I aimed the gun at man fighting with Jack and shot him in the arm.
With a groan, the man fell clutching his upper right arm.
Then everything happened so fast.
The biggest man of the five of them, used his elbow and hit Jack in the back of the head, making a loud thud.
I screamed bloody murder.
Jack, who I couldn’t tell if he was conscious or not, lost control of the ship and it went sideways. All of us but him (Because he had a seatbelt on) fell onto the right side of the ship.
“Jack!” I cried.
I was pinned between the back of the passenger chair and the burly man.
I fought to climbed to Jack, but the man gripped onto my hair tightly, making me cringe.
Jack. Wake up. Please.
“We will all die!” I yelled at the man.
“Sturdy ship.” The man said.
Six of us, (one I am almost curtain is dead) were crammed against the whole right side. Four of them were on the door, but me and the burly man were gripped onto the back of the passenger seat.
“Jack!” I cried in my last attempt to wake him.
The man behind us was trying to get up, his foot pushing on the door, then it clicked.
They all tumbled out and went flying towards the teeny tiny trees. We must be a thousand, maybe less, feet from the ground. They’re goners.
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