06-19-2016, 08:56 PM
A terrible shriek snapped my mind into focus, clarity setting in when moments ago there'd only been hazy dreams milling about. This sharpness lasted for all of four seconds before a sickening vertigo accompanied by a worrying weightlessness made themselves known. A quick look at the window so graciously provided by the fine folk at Syntech proved my suspicion as to the cause of both these phenomena. We were, indeed, falling rapidly from the sky.
A loud, metallic noise, even louder and more aggravating than the first, assaulted my ears. The realization that it was the sound of the very plane being sheared into two parts by the raging storm came at the same time as the loss in pressure and all the nice, breathable air rushing out of the compromised hull. While floating like this was kind of cool, almost like sky diving really, you usually did that with a parachute. Unfortunately, we were afforded no such luxury.
I quickly unbuckled my seat belt, my head swiveling to and fro in a frenzy for something that'd help me survive the inevitable landing, an emergency harness maybe? A plane of this class simply had to have some sort of precaution to deploy in just this sort of emergency.
There, right next to the doorway to the staircase was a row of harnesses affixed to the wall, already half full of people who just like myself, didn't really feel like dying today. My feet wouldn't reach the floor, floating as I was a couple of meters above it. I resorted to wildly thrashing my arms about as I gripped the tops of leather seats and pushed myself towards the back of the aisle, racing against time to strap myself in and brace for impact. Barely managing to do just that, I double checked the buckle securing me in place and crossed my arms against my body. It was an empty gesture, but it provided some semblance of comfort.
The warped, metal skeleton of what had once been a marvel of engineering shook the earth like the fist of an angry god, scarring the ground beneath them and leaving behind a trail of destruction before coming to a halt.
A sharp pain drew my hand to the back of my head, and my fingers were met with a certain wetness as I winced from my own touch. My hand spread out in front of my face confirming the obvious, I was bleeding. That was bad, I much preferred participating in a bit of nice, wholesome non-bleeding.
I instinctively grit my teeth as someone jammed an entire tuning fork into my ear canal. Not really, although it sure felt like it. The incessant ringing drowned out any outside noise, but couldn't stop me from registering flashes of color and movement from behind my closed eyelids.
Faint sunlight streamed in through what I was sure was a door before we'd gone through this whole ordeal, right outside of it stood the same child I'd seen get badgered by that interviewer. The buzzing got just a little fainter, allowing a stream of increasingly creative curses to stream in from the pink thing, no child could've been even slightly familiar with most of those terms, as it pointlessly flapped a pair of leather pinions without achieving lift.
She reigned herself in and jogged off to somewhere outside my field of view. It wouldn't do to waste time here as the other survivors of this freak accident gathered themselves and went off to call for help.
I pulled at the central buckle, freeing myself from the constricting straps and stumbled forward, taking a moment to regain my bearings. The thudding of shoes on silk carpet turned into the crunching of sand under my soles as I followed the pink figure in the distance, heading towards a sizable congregation of survivors.
A loud, metallic noise, even louder and more aggravating than the first, assaulted my ears. The realization that it was the sound of the very plane being sheared into two parts by the raging storm came at the same time as the loss in pressure and all the nice, breathable air rushing out of the compromised hull. While floating like this was kind of cool, almost like sky diving really, you usually did that with a parachute. Unfortunately, we were afforded no such luxury.
I quickly unbuckled my seat belt, my head swiveling to and fro in a frenzy for something that'd help me survive the inevitable landing, an emergency harness maybe? A plane of this class simply had to have some sort of precaution to deploy in just this sort of emergency.
There, right next to the doorway to the staircase was a row of harnesses affixed to the wall, already half full of people who just like myself, didn't really feel like dying today. My feet wouldn't reach the floor, floating as I was a couple of meters above it. I resorted to wildly thrashing my arms about as I gripped the tops of leather seats and pushed myself towards the back of the aisle, racing against time to strap myself in and brace for impact. Barely managing to do just that, I double checked the buckle securing me in place and crossed my arms against my body. It was an empty gesture, but it provided some semblance of comfort.
The warped, metal skeleton of what had once been a marvel of engineering shook the earth like the fist of an angry god, scarring the ground beneath them and leaving behind a trail of destruction before coming to a halt.
A sharp pain drew my hand to the back of my head, and my fingers were met with a certain wetness as I winced from my own touch. My hand spread out in front of my face confirming the obvious, I was bleeding. That was bad, I much preferred participating in a bit of nice, wholesome non-bleeding.
I instinctively grit my teeth as someone jammed an entire tuning fork into my ear canal. Not really, although it sure felt like it. The incessant ringing drowned out any outside noise, but couldn't stop me from registering flashes of color and movement from behind my closed eyelids.
Faint sunlight streamed in through what I was sure was a door before we'd gone through this whole ordeal, right outside of it stood the same child I'd seen get badgered by that interviewer. The buzzing got just a little fainter, allowing a stream of increasingly creative curses to stream in from the pink thing, no child could've been even slightly familiar with most of those terms, as it pointlessly flapped a pair of leather pinions without achieving lift.
She reigned herself in and jogged off to somewhere outside my field of view. It wouldn't do to waste time here as the other survivors of this freak accident gathered themselves and went off to call for help.
I pulled at the central buckle, freeing myself from the constricting straps and stumbled forward, taking a moment to regain my bearings. The thudding of shoes on silk carpet turned into the crunching of sand under my soles as I followed the pink figure in the distance, heading towards a sizable congregation of survivors.