BondedByBlood
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~Chapter Three~
1:58am:
I woke up in a bad state, restless. My heart thumped in my chest, as if it was begging my to let it out of the dark tendrils that kept me being who I was forced to be. I sat up, still feeling that excruciating pain from the previous day. The officer was sleeping.
To be quite honest I had no idea what to do at the time, especially since I was getting all that I wanted. I thought in my head that this couldn’t be true. People don’t give others free flights if they have lost their ticket.
As soon as that thought popped into my head I suddenly became very wary about the day ahead. It was true, just like Damien had said six years ago, “Trust nobody. Sometimes you can’t even trust yourself.”
That splitting headache came back as I looked over to the officer innocently sleeping in the chair, his arms wrapped around himself as if he was longing for somebody to love. I clenched my fists. Adrenaline was pumping round my body and I tried to fight it back, but I just couldn’t.
I tried to force myself to lie down but when I did, I had the urge to get up again. I decided to go outside for a soothing cigarrete. I stepped outside and it was raining down hard, each drop like a bucket full of water. This made me even more distressed and distrait. Ever since I was little, the rain always seemed to hypnotize me. Oh how I despise it.
I looked down at my stolen diamond-encrusted watch. There was only two hours left until the beginning of my flight to America and I so hoped hoped that nothing would go wrong. Nothing.
2:17am:
I was sitting in the car park, enjoying the first burst of sunlight to reach Stansted. I barely got any sleep during the night and I looked over to the vastly spaced airport.
About two cars drove into the car park. A Hyundai Coupe and a Fiat Punto. Well, the day must have been starting normally and once again everything would be in order. I went back inside. I would have to leave soon. I knew that last ights incident would spread and the damned officers back in East London would be coming for me.
I walked into the airport but my walk broke into a run. I shook the half asleep officer awake and told him that it was almost time to go. He called his mates and we went to a extremely cramped part of the airport where our private plane was.
I saw the new pilot and I smiled at him. He didn't smile back. He must have heard about yesterday. I was directed to the front of the plane, just outside the door of the pilot and co-pilot. I lay back in my seat and enjoyed a short daydream in the leather seat while the pilot's apprentice was checking all the controls.
3:01am:
I was left pondering in my own thoughts as I heard the pilot shout back to the officers, "We're ready to go!"
I strapped my belt around my waist and pulled it tight. I mopped my brow as the motor started and we drove up to the runway. In just 3 minutes we would be up in the air, and then I would know for sure that I furfilled my dream right from the beginning. It may not seem so great to you, but sitting in an aeroplane was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
The plane charged down the runway, roaring with speed as it went faster and faster until eventually, we were in the air. I lay back in my chair, enjoying the relaxing scenery down below. All of those small people, unaware of all of the dangers that they would be encountering at the moment. I sighed. Theres no way that the cops back in London can catch me now. I thought.
4:32am:
I was sleeping soundly as the plane glided through the air, its wings slicing through the air and clouds like some kind of air asassin. Two officers were sitting in the came row as me, told to keep an eye on me until the plane touched the ground again. The others were pacing up and down the plane, some running like idiotic unexperienced children.
They all seemed to be enjoying the flight. They all seemed to be enjoying the ar. They all seemed like they were going to be killed. And it wasn't by my hands. It was by te hands of another terrorist.
The plane was getting slightly shaky now as the air was getting colder. I was woken up by the vibrations in the floor. A sensitive sleeper, I was, and that was what saved my life. I saw an ominous shadow at the back of the first-class section of the plane. I squintd my eyes and I kept me head low as I crawled rather sheepishly towards the back of the plane.
The two policemen told to watch me were pointing and laughing. I hated it.
~Unfinished~
1:58am:
I woke up in a bad state, restless. My heart thumped in my chest, as if it was begging my to let it out of the dark tendrils that kept me being who I was forced to be. I sat up, still feeling that excruciating pain from the previous day. The officer was sleeping.
To be quite honest I had no idea what to do at the time, especially since I was getting all that I wanted. I thought in my head that this couldn’t be true. People don’t give others free flights if they have lost their ticket.
As soon as that thought popped into my head I suddenly became very wary about the day ahead. It was true, just like Damien had said six years ago, “Trust nobody. Sometimes you can’t even trust yourself.”
That splitting headache came back as I looked over to the officer innocently sleeping in the chair, his arms wrapped around himself as if he was longing for somebody to love. I clenched my fists. Adrenaline was pumping round my body and I tried to fight it back, but I just couldn’t.
I tried to force myself to lie down but when I did, I had the urge to get up again. I decided to go outside for a soothing cigarrete. I stepped outside and it was raining down hard, each drop like a bucket full of water. This made me even more distressed and distrait. Ever since I was little, the rain always seemed to hypnotize me. Oh how I despise it.
I looked down at my stolen diamond-encrusted watch. There was only two hours left until the beginning of my flight to America and I so hoped hoped that nothing would go wrong. Nothing.
2:17am:
I was sitting in the car park, enjoying the first burst of sunlight to reach Stansted. I barely got any sleep during the night and I looked over to the vastly spaced airport.
About two cars drove into the car park. A Hyundai Coupe and a Fiat Punto. Well, the day must have been starting normally and once again everything would be in order. I went back inside. I would have to leave soon. I knew that last ights incident would spread and the damned officers back in East London would be coming for me.
I walked into the airport but my walk broke into a run. I shook the half asleep officer awake and told him that it was almost time to go. He called his mates and we went to a extremely cramped part of the airport where our private plane was.
I saw the new pilot and I smiled at him. He didn't smile back. He must have heard about yesterday. I was directed to the front of the plane, just outside the door of the pilot and co-pilot. I lay back in my seat and enjoyed a short daydream in the leather seat while the pilot's apprentice was checking all the controls.
3:01am:
I was left pondering in my own thoughts as I heard the pilot shout back to the officers, "We're ready to go!"
I strapped my belt around my waist and pulled it tight. I mopped my brow as the motor started and we drove up to the runway. In just 3 minutes we would be up in the air, and then I would know for sure that I furfilled my dream right from the beginning. It may not seem so great to you, but sitting in an aeroplane was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
The plane charged down the runway, roaring with speed as it went faster and faster until eventually, we were in the air. I lay back in my chair, enjoying the relaxing scenery down below. All of those small people, unaware of all of the dangers that they would be encountering at the moment. I sighed. Theres no way that the cops back in London can catch me now. I thought.
4:32am:
I was sleeping soundly as the plane glided through the air, its wings slicing through the air and clouds like some kind of air asassin. Two officers were sitting in the came row as me, told to keep an eye on me until the plane touched the ground again. The others were pacing up and down the plane, some running like idiotic unexperienced children.
They all seemed to be enjoying the flight. They all seemed to be enjoying the ar. They all seemed like they were going to be killed. And it wasn't by my hands. It was by te hands of another terrorist.
The plane was getting slightly shaky now as the air was getting colder. I was woken up by the vibrations in the floor. A sensitive sleeper, I was, and that was what saved my life. I saw an ominous shadow at the back of the first-class section of the plane. I squintd my eyes and I kept me head low as I crawled rather sheepishly towards the back of the plane.
The two policemen told to watch me were pointing and laughing. I hated it.
~Unfinished~
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