BondedByBlood
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~Chapter Two~
2:27pm:
Both the pilot and I were breathing heavily in the storage room. Tears just wanted to pour out of my eye sockets. I closed my eyes, feeling the pilot trembling in fear. I looked back at the path I had come. Hurt, deaths, tears, blood. All the things I had hated, I created out of my own pain and suffering.
I held my gun to his head. There was no going back now - once a criminal - always a criminal; it was meant to be. "Got it?" I whispered into the pilot's ear. He nodded his head nervously.
I heard silence in the airport once again. I turned the knob on the door and dragged the captive by his legs. Luckily, none of the policemen saw me; I could see a couple of feet running round the corner. It wasn't safe here. It wasn't safe anywhere. I kicked the pilot to shut him up. His murmuring was annoying me.
I stopped in my tracks. What was I doing? I wasn't like this, so why?
My thoughts were spiralling round in my head. It caused such a colossal headache I collapsed onto the floor screaming and yelling like an idiotic maniac. Footsteps thumped from a distance. Damn it. They were coming back.
I saw an aeroplane outside the window. I did the first thing that came to my head - as always. I grabbed the pilot and tackled the glass and it shattered. We were falling, falling to our doom. I thought, My life has gone on long enough, so now it is the time to end it, whether I'm a matyr or an assassin.
Time seemed to slow down as I looked towards the ground. I looked at the pilot and then bright light flashed. An inky blackness was all I could see, and then....nothing.
5:36pm:
I woke up to find my blood all around me. I coughed up some before I rolled over and looked over to the pilot. He was unconscious. Maybe even dead.
Oh God. If the pilot was dead I would commit suicide no doubt about it. It was never meant to be like this. One man creating a catastrophe. My pulse thumped around my body as I groaned in agony as I sat up. I - we were surrounded; rifles aimed at me.
"Stay where you are unless you want this to be the last second of your life." A tall, broad officer commanded.
"That depends on whether my life is worth living any longer." I looked at the floor. My brain told me it wasn't true, but my heart knew otherwise.
The police officer flinched. People don't usually say that often when they're about to be caught. They usually grab what they can and run off - at least until he shoots them down. He lowered his gun and signalled to the others to do the same. They obeyed.
The officer next to the tall one with slightly scrawny arms, looking like he was going to drop the gun any second, "Why would you do this - are you supposed to be some sort of terrorist? Do you want to make all of Stanstead afraid of just one man?"
"No, I-"
"You what? What was the whole point of this anyway? Why would you nearly kill a pilot - and nearly kill yourself by jumpingout of a three-story window?" He was full of annoying questions.
"I just wanted to get to America - but I er....lost my ticket," My sentence came out as a question, and it made the officers suspicious.
The scrawny officer raised an eyebrow at me and helped me up. I yelled out in pain but I didn't care. As long as the pilot would be alright. "Ok, so since you want to go to America so badly, how about we get you on a private flight for free? But you'll have to be monitered by us just in case you jump out of the plane," he smiled cheekily at me, trying to make friendly conversation, although it was not funny at all to me.
"Er...thanks, Officer," I smiled at him fakely, but he seemed to accept it, no matter how cheesy it was.
8:12pm:
I was still in the airport; I was beginning to feel sick of the place. The Officers got me some cocoa and a nice Hawaiian pizza for dinner. They didn't go together.
My flight was going to be early next morning - about 3:00am. Once of the officers stayed behing with me and promised that he would wake my up in the morning. The ambulance had just come and had taken the pilot away. The hospital had called and told us that he was going to be alright.
I was filled with happiness of seeing that man walking again (yet scarred for life).
I damn well hoped that tomorrow would be the best thing that has ever happened to me - Chicago in America. I lay my head down on the seats in the waiting room as I went to sleep with the most sweetest of thoughts in my head.
Sorry this chapter took so long to finish but as I said before, because I have to revise for my tests it will take a while to finish my fanfics so if your a fan of wind rider or assassins full moon i'm afraid you will have to wait a while as i will put them on pause.
My next chapter will come out by the 29th november by its earliest and christmas eve by its latest. Happy chrismas everybody!!!! (yknow for when it comes xd)
2:27pm:
Both the pilot and I were breathing heavily in the storage room. Tears just wanted to pour out of my eye sockets. I closed my eyes, feeling the pilot trembling in fear. I looked back at the path I had come. Hurt, deaths, tears, blood. All the things I had hated, I created out of my own pain and suffering.
I held my gun to his head. There was no going back now - once a criminal - always a criminal; it was meant to be. "Got it?" I whispered into the pilot's ear. He nodded his head nervously.
I heard silence in the airport once again. I turned the knob on the door and dragged the captive by his legs. Luckily, none of the policemen saw me; I could see a couple of feet running round the corner. It wasn't safe here. It wasn't safe anywhere. I kicked the pilot to shut him up. His murmuring was annoying me.
I stopped in my tracks. What was I doing? I wasn't like this, so why?
My thoughts were spiralling round in my head. It caused such a colossal headache I collapsed onto the floor screaming and yelling like an idiotic maniac. Footsteps thumped from a distance. Damn it. They were coming back.
I saw an aeroplane outside the window. I did the first thing that came to my head - as always. I grabbed the pilot and tackled the glass and it shattered. We were falling, falling to our doom. I thought, My life has gone on long enough, so now it is the time to end it, whether I'm a matyr or an assassin.
Time seemed to slow down as I looked towards the ground. I looked at the pilot and then bright light flashed. An inky blackness was all I could see, and then....nothing.
5:36pm:
I woke up to find my blood all around me. I coughed up some before I rolled over and looked over to the pilot. He was unconscious. Maybe even dead.
Oh God. If the pilot was dead I would commit suicide no doubt about it. It was never meant to be like this. One man creating a catastrophe. My pulse thumped around my body as I groaned in agony as I sat up. I - we were surrounded; rifles aimed at me.
"Stay where you are unless you want this to be the last second of your life." A tall, broad officer commanded.
"That depends on whether my life is worth living any longer." I looked at the floor. My brain told me it wasn't true, but my heart knew otherwise.
The police officer flinched. People don't usually say that often when they're about to be caught. They usually grab what they can and run off - at least until he shoots them down. He lowered his gun and signalled to the others to do the same. They obeyed.
The officer next to the tall one with slightly scrawny arms, looking like he was going to drop the gun any second, "Why would you do this - are you supposed to be some sort of terrorist? Do you want to make all of Stanstead afraid of just one man?"
"No, I-"
"You what? What was the whole point of this anyway? Why would you nearly kill a pilot - and nearly kill yourself by jumpingout of a three-story window?" He was full of annoying questions.
"I just wanted to get to America - but I er....lost my ticket," My sentence came out as a question, and it made the officers suspicious.
The scrawny officer raised an eyebrow at me and helped me up. I yelled out in pain but I didn't care. As long as the pilot would be alright. "Ok, so since you want to go to America so badly, how about we get you on a private flight for free? But you'll have to be monitered by us just in case you jump out of the plane," he smiled cheekily at me, trying to make friendly conversation, although it was not funny at all to me.
"Er...thanks, Officer," I smiled at him fakely, but he seemed to accept it, no matter how cheesy it was.
8:12pm:
I was still in the airport; I was beginning to feel sick of the place. The Officers got me some cocoa and a nice Hawaiian pizza for dinner. They didn't go together.
My flight was going to be early next morning - about 3:00am. Once of the officers stayed behing with me and promised that he would wake my up in the morning. The ambulance had just come and had taken the pilot away. The hospital had called and told us that he was going to be alright.
I was filled with happiness of seeing that man walking again (yet scarred for life).
I damn well hoped that tomorrow would be the best thing that has ever happened to me - Chicago in America. I lay my head down on the seats in the waiting room as I went to sleep with the most sweetest of thoughts in my head.
Sorry this chapter took so long to finish but as I said before, because I have to revise for my tests it will take a while to finish my fanfics so if your a fan of wind rider or assassins full moon i'm afraid you will have to wait a while as i will put them on pause.
My next chapter will come out by the 29th november by its earliest and christmas eve by its latest. Happy chrismas everybody!!!! (yknow for when it comes xd)
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