a wolf snuck into a group of friendly rabbits. as the others fell asleep, the wolf appeared in natural form. day by day, one by one, the wolf killed and ate the rabbits. the rabbits, not knowing which the wolf was, arranged a meeting. then— the tribunal decided on the one amongst them that they believed to be the wolf and killed it. if they chose correctly, the rabbits win. if they were wrong... all of the rabbits would be killed and eaten by the wolf. this is the story of such a game.
Unlucky woke up a few hours after entering the realm of dreams. He hated to sleep, especially in planes.
As he stretched his arms, he noticed that he had missed the dinner. Food in planes never is good, but he was hungry, and it would have to suffice, until he could eat a baguette.
Just thinking of the food made him hungrier. He called a hostess, hoping Xetka would come once again.Instead, somebody else came.
“Can I help you sir?” she asked.
Another pretty girl. Not the same charm as Xetka, but still charming. There was a cold aura about her though. Another strange name. Elliecakes.
“Yes, I was wondering if there was anymore food. I missed the dinner, and I’m kinda hungry now…”, he said this while scratching his head. His bulk made him the target of fat jokes, and although he didn’t eat much, people always assumed that he always was eating. Now, asking for food made him uneasy, and almost embarrassed.
“Don’t worry sir, we have taken enough food. What would you like? Chicken or fish?”
“Wait a second…. I know what you are doing. I’m gonna say chicken, then you are going to say that there isn’t anymore chicken, and the only thing that you have left is fish. I’m then going to think “why did she propose the two choices if she knew that there are no more chicken left”. So just in case, I’ll take the fish.”
She smiled at that comment. He was always able to say the thing that makes people smile. Even for a second.
“We have chicken if you’d like sir.”
“Thank god, I hate fish. I’ll take the chicken, and do you have any mocha?”
“We don’t, but I can make you one if you want.”
“If you can do it, please do it.” He answered while winking.
As she left, he turned his screen on and looked at the movies they were showing. He stumbled on The Artist.
5 oscars for this movie. A never before seen happening for a French movie. Jean Dujardin is awesome.
As the plate arrived, he licked his lips, he was really hungry. The plate also arrived with an Indian Tonic and a Tiramisu. He hadn’t ordered those, but they were amongst his favourite things in this world. So he just took advantage of the situation.
He should’ve noticed that something was off already.
The movie came to an end. 100 minutes of French goodness.
Food in Business was always better. Not epic, or delicious, but better at least.
He looked at his watch. They had left for around 4 hours, at least. He still had time, to visit the big plane, it was supposed to have a bar, and a smoking area. Who knew, maybe he could meet some people he knew. He was on the lower part of the plane with all of the other passengers, all of the “amusement” was on the upper floor.
He took off his seatbelt, and stood up, almost knocking his head on the overhead compartments. Two kids saw that and they started giggling, their parents telling them immediately to be quieter. He smiled at that, as it was a classic parental reaction. They didn’t want their kids’ to bother the other passengers. He noticed that all of the seats were taken. Maybe there was nobody in Economic. Maybe everybody had been upgraded.
Good for them he thought.
He went directly to the staircase, passing by Xetka, and Elliecakes as he did. Both of them smiled at him, as he smiled at them. He then headed for the bar. It was true. They had a bar.
“Hello sir, what can I serve you?”
It almost took him by surprise. Another girl. How many stewardesses did this plane have? Were there any guys working in this plane? The badge on her chest indicated that her name was Kura.
“Yes, do you serve any alcohol?”
“Unfortunately, we can’t. Security measures. I hope you understand.”
“Of course, of course. Can I have a virgin Cuba Libre then?” His favourite joke. It wasn’t his, it was from the Big Bang Theory.
“I’m sorry sir but I don’t know what that is.”
“It’s simple. It’s Rhum and coke….”
“I already said that I can’t serve any alcohol….”
“Let me finish please. It’s Rhum and Coke, without the Rhum. Could you possibly make it Zero?” he smiled. Every bartender he had told that joke to had laughed or at least smiled. But this time, it was different. Not the faintest shadow of a smile could be discerned on her face. Her face remained the same, as if it had been carved in stone like that. Stone gave off more warmth then her face.
He felt a chill run down his spine as he was fixed by Kura. The three stewardesses were very different from one another, a very warm one, Xetka, a nice one, Elliecakes, and an Ice Queen, Kura. He felt that with her gaze, she could ice anything. If looks could kill, she’d be a mass murderer. One look from her could turn the fires of hell in ice. Maybe when she’ll die, hell will freeze. He simply took the can of Coke Zero and left without another word. As he turned his back to her, he still felt her gaze on his back, and a chill crawled down his spine. He was glad she took care of the bar, and that she didn’t roam on the plane like the others, it would kill the atmosphere.
An overhead sign showed him the direction to smoking area, knowing that at least one person would be there. Heavy smokers couldn’t resist the temptation of smoking. Especially in a plane. And once again he was right. Somebody was there. As Unlucky approached him, he saw the man better. He wore a 3-piece suit, of excellent fabric that was probably expensive. He wore glasses that were Unlucky’s perfect opposite. As Unluckys glasses were discreet, his were big, and black. You couldn’t miss them. His hair was blond and short. Once again in opposition of Unluckys’ semi-long and chestnut hair. There was a sense of importance in the man, like he had a powerful position in an enterprise.
The man greeted Unlucky as he approached, taking the cigarette that he was smoking out of his mouth, to talk easier.
“Hey. You wouldn’t have any fire on you would you?”
“Here.” Unlucky passed him the lighter he always carried in his pocket. He was an occasional smoker, but he never told his parents. “Do you have anymore smokes?”
The man handed him his pack. Camel Slim. Perfect.
Unlucky took one and handed the pack back to the man, as the man handed the lighter back. As he took the first jif of his cigarette, he leaned back and appreciated the burn of the nicotine in his throat. The man looked at him, analyzing him the same way Unlucky had done as he entered the room.
“Name’s Happy”, he said.
“Unlucky is mine.”
“You got family in Paris?”
“I’m going to visit my family, I’m French so my whole family lives in France. How bout you? Business trip?”
“More or less. I’m going to perform a surgical operation, on an important personality.”
“Cool. But why do you smoke? As a surgeon, you must know that this sh*t is dangerous…”
“Ya, I know, but not smoking kills me.”, he answered before crushing his finished cigarette on the floor. “We should get going back to our seats. We are soon going to land.”
Unlucky looked at his watch. 11:58 PM. They were soon going to land, it was obvious, they had left Washington DC 6 hours before. They were going to land soon. They travelled the way back together. As they passed the bar, he could still feel Kura’s gaze on his back. As he sat down, he looked at the screen with the position of the plane, and noticed something weird. According to the screen, they had overshot Paris.
He called a stewardess, to get some explanations. This time Xetka was the one to come.
“May I help you again sir?” she asked. “Do you need anymore Mocha?” she said with a look of amusement in her eyes.
“Well, I think these screens are defective. They indicate that we are beyond our landing point, and yet we still haven’t turned around.”
“I’ll call you the cabin chief.” She left, leaving him to his doubts. She came back pretty quickly accompanied by a man, in a tight outfit, and long black hair pulled back in a ponytail.
“I’m Cabin Chief Kuro, I believe you had questions about the screens”, he said
“Yes, I have reasons to believe that they are defective. They indicate that we are beyond Paris.”
“The screens aren’t defective.”
“Then how could we…..”
“You’ll know soon enough.”
He left with Xetka, simply leaving Unlucky there, without having answered his questions. Unlucky started having doubts about this trip. Several other passengers had seen the seen, and were closing in on Unlucky to get more information on what was happening. Happy was among them.
“What was that all about?”, asked one of the passengers, a women wearing a flashy pink outfit.
“Is something wrong?”, demanded Happy.
“Yes. Something is very wrong”, answered Unlucky. “Something is very, very wrong. It appears that we are past Paris.”
“What does this mean?” asked another person, a man in a hockey jersey, and jeans.
“It means that the pilot decided to stay on the air and to not land this plane just yet.”, answered dryly Happy. He dared to say the phrase that nobody wanted to say. “We were hijacked.”
The other passengers, who hadn’t stood up, not interested, now lifted their heads after hearing the word that made everyone on a plane scared. Hijack.
The fright of 9/11 was still present in everybody’s mind. 4 planes hijacked to destroy the most important facilities of the United States, the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and the White House. 3 planes got through to their target, the planes due for the World Trade Center, and the Pentagon. The only reason the White House wasn’t hit was thanks to the bravery of their passengers whom were able to take back he plane from the terrorists. Unfortunately, they were unable to land the plane and still crashed. This time, it seemed that no terrorists where the source of the hijacking. This time, the plane personnel were the source of the hijacking.
As the passengers started to panic, the speakers overhead came to life.
“This is Captain Maou speaking. And as you have already noticed, this plane is not land in Paris. In fact, it will not land. Not yet at least. You will decide when it will land.”
Nobody dared make a sound, this man, the pilot, whom they had entrusted their lives to, the second they had stepped in the plane, was now telling them that they were his prisoners. For a time at least.
“The price of your survival is…. Your deaths.” The passengers were awed by this comment. What had the captain said by “your deaths”? “My crew is hidden within this plane, and will attack anyone of you until there is one survivor. The only way this plane will land, is until there is one sole survivor. So have fun with my crew. And then between yourselves.”
The speakers went silent as fast as they had come to life. The passengers were still silent, shocked by what had been said. Then they got back to their senses, and the panic started. Everybody reacts differently to grave news like that.
Some started protesting while others started weeping. The mothers tried consoling their kids, while some women started weeping. Some people started to talk about storming the cockpit, and force the captain to land. Unlucky saw a woman leaving the area, weeping. Unlucky wanted to chase after her, remembering the threat the captain had said. “My crew is hidden within this plane, and will attack anyone of you until there is one survivor”. He couldn’t imagine Xetka or Elliecakes killing somebody, but he could so see Kura or Kuro ending somebody’s life. As to make his suspicions true, a gun shot was heard.
Unlucky and a few other passengers sprinted in the direction the woman had taken, as it was the same direction the gun shot had been heard. Unlucky was the first one to reach the corpse. Half on her head was gone, destroyed by the .9 mm bullet that must’ve made contact. Brains, blood and bits of skull were oozing out of the crater in her head. A quick death at least. Unlucky had the eerie feeling that some people won’t die that quickly.
The woman had worn a white tank top, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of red sneakers. Her top had turned from white to red because of the blood. A headshot was always messy. In her lifetime, she must have been very beautiful, but now she was just a lifeless corpse, with a crater replacing the left side of her head.
‘NO!’, screamed the woman wearing the pink outfit, after seeing the body. She left the hall where the woman had been shot sobbing. Unlucky wondered if there were any connections between the two of them. Unlucky was bent over the corpse, trying to find some sort of identification. But his efforts where vein. Everybody else had gone after the woman. Unlucky had been left alone, with a corpse in front of a dark hallway. He was peering in the darkness, trying to figure out where the shot had come from.
Another shot was heard, and a bullet grazed Unluckys’ right cheek. He scrambled back to his feet and ran back to the Business section. As he burst in the area, he was panting, and he could feel his heart pounding so hard that it felt as though it was trying to burst out of his thorax. He leaned on a wall, closing his eyes, and trying to calm down his heart by taking slow and deep breaths.
They waited for him to calm down a bit before asking him questions.
‘What happened?’, said a man with a white beard wearing camo pants and a black top.
‘She was shot in the head. Instant kill. I think it was done with a .9mm’, answered Unlucky.
‘That was no .9mm boy. That was a Magnum,’ said the man. ‘A bloody Magnum!’
‘I don’t think so sir, a Magnum would’ve completely blasted her head from her shoulders,’ said Happy. ‘“Only” half of her head was gone in this case.’
‘Son, I have been in the army for 35 years. I can recognize the sound of a Magnum between a thousand. If only half of her head was gone, it simply means that it’s not a very high calibre one, or the shooter simply missed the bull’s-eye.’
Unlucky was still on the floor, still in shock. He had just seen a dead woman, and he had almost seen death in the eye. His hands were still shaking. A bullet. A real bullet had grazed his cheek. He had been lucky, and he knew that it wouldn’t happen again.
‘By the way, what happened to you sonny boy?’, asked the old soldier. ‘Your cheek is bleeding.’
Unlucky touched his cheek and felt the destroyed flesh. The instant he touched it, it started hurting. The adrenaline had previously dissipated the pain, but as it was evacuating Unluckys’ blood stream, the pain grew. He groaned and tried to stand up.
‘I was shot,’ he muttered. ‘Probably by the same person who shot that woman earlier.’
‘You were lucky than kid. The name is Lyly’, said the man as he offered Unlucky his hand to help him get up.
‘Unlucky,’ he answered while accepting the hand. ‘Do you know where the woman in pink went?’
‘She’s right over there.’ He was pointing to a window seat in the back. ‘But we have to treat this wound first.’
‘That can wait’, he said while heading for the woman. ‘Just give me a tissue for now.’
He sat next to the woman. She was gazing through the window. The sun was rising on this part of the world. She was wearing a pink skirt, pink shoes, and a pink coat.
‘Excuse me…. Miss?’ said Unlucky softly.
‘Trinity, my name is Trinity.’
‘Excuse me, Miss Trinity, but you knew the victim. Didn’t you?’
‘Pardon?’, enquired Unlucky.
‘Her name was Ithiliel. But we used to simply call her…. Liel.’
First of all, bravo for arriving this far.
Also, if you want a particular psychology or look, just say so.
Kuro still seems how I imagined him XD Happy seems like his choice and Unlucky's true intention ;P I was trying to find a picture of that type of clothing! Seems perfect. Sherlock and all. Lyly, i'd say, is just an old army man no matter what. Lol.
BUT YEAH KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK BRO *subscribes to Unlucky monthly*
Funny thing too... I took a plane twice this week (I've also been stopped twice by the guards at the metal detector gate ><), and I wrote a good deal of the chapter in them. I wrote them while sitting in the seat 14C, just the seat from the story.
I got a gg from my editor so I'm posting the 3rd Chapter
Chapter 3: Not everything is peachy
December 25th 2012, 8:32 PM
Unlucky was thinking. What was the crewsÃ‚Â’ gain in killing the passengers? Why didnÃ‚Â’t they just come and kill everybody? It would be so easy. Maybe they just couldnÃ‚Â’t come and kill everybody just like that. Maybe the Business section was like a Ã‚Â“safe zoneÃ‚Â”, after all, they had found some food for a few days and a med kit.
The big man was getting his cheek sawn back together by Happy. He had been lucky that his wound had been treated so quickly, because the wound was actually heavier then it originally seemed. His cheek had been torn open, and if you had looked closely at it, you could have seen some teeth. He had taken some painkillers before being sawn back together; otherwise, he would have passed out due to the pain.
He hadnÃ‚Â’t been able to get much out of Trinity about Liel, the unfortunate first victim. They had met through out college, and they had stayed friends after graduating in different fields. They had wanted to go to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, and the other curiosities that made Paris famous all around the Earth. It was the first time that they had travelled away from the USA.
Nothing very relevant to their situation, but Unlucky was a psychologist in training, and he knew that people who suffered a loss needed to talk about it. They needed to talk about the dead, to make sure that their memory would never fade. Unlucky heard it all, everything that she needed to say, that she wanted to say. She fell asleep after that, completely exhausted by their situation.
Ã‚Â‘There you go champ, nice and cleanÃ‚Â’, said Happy as he put the needle and the medical thread. Ã‚Â‘It should hold put pretty nicely, but make sure you donÃ‚Â’t open your mouth too much, otherwise the sutures will break, and then I wouldnÃ‚Â’t want to be in your position. The pain will be so unbearable, that you wonÃ‚Â’t be able to keep yourself from screaming, and from ripping your jaw off of your head. ItÃ‚Â’s the best I can do with the equipment I have.Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘Thanks al lot. This is better than nothing at leastÃ‚Â’, answered Unlucky. He stood up ad left Happy, who was busy putting away the Med-kit. He joined a small group of people who were talking about their current situations. There were Lyly, a man in a leather jacket whose name was supposed to be Degree, and a woman, holding a kid in her hand. Her name was Har and the kidsÃ‚Â’ name was Len. The child left his motherÃ‚Â’s hand to go see Unlucky as he was approaching.
Ã‚Â‘Hello mister, are you okay?Ã‚Â’ he asked.
Ã‚Â‘IÃ‚Â’m fine kiddo donÃ‚Â’t worry about me. How are you?Ã‚Â’, answered Unlucky with the best smile he could muster with his ripped cheek and their current condition. The kid needed to be isolated from the current madness. He was in that period where he could degenerate later.
Ã‚Â‘IÃ‚Â’m fine. Mommy is busy speaking with the other misters. None of them seem happy at all, and nobody can play with me.Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘IÃ‚Â’d love too, but I need to talk to Mommy and the misters for a secondÃ‚Â… OkaÃ‚Â….Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘BroÃ‚Â’, yelled the kid. He ran passed Unlucky and fell in the arms of Happy. Len was lifted by the surgeon, and he took the kid in his arms.
Ã‚Â‘WaitÃ‚Â’, said Unlucky. Ã‚Â‘You are hisÃ‚Â….Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘Uncle. IÃ‚Â’m his uncleÃ‚Â’, responded Happy. Ã‚Â‘Har is my little sister. I brought her and this little devil to visit Paris while I was operating. It seemed like a pretty good idea at the time. I now regret it.Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘Big brother, donÃ‚Â’t you worryÃ‚Â’, said Har, as she arrived at the scene of the conversation. Ã‚Â‘You couldnÃ‚Â’t have known, and at least you are not alone in this affair. And who are you sir?Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘My name is Unlucky maÃ‚Â’am. Cute kid you got there.Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘Cute. LetÃ‚Â’s see how cute heÃ‚Â’ll be when he understands our current situation.Ã‚Â’
She left Unlucky with those words. He hadnÃ‚Â’t wanted to think about that situation, but she was right. The kid could be a time bomb, ticking and ready to explode, and God knows whatÃ‚Â’ll happen next. He saw the little Len playing with Happy, and he couldnÃ‚Â’t help but feel sorry. He knew that things will not be as easy afterwards, and some sacrifices will have to happen. He just hoped that the kid will live at least.
He stood up and joined the conversation. There were many different ideas about how they were going to survive, but none seemed doable. Another man in wearing a hockey jersey joined the convertsation. He kept giving impossible ideas. He wanted to open the door of the cockpit by destroying it with a fire extinguisher, or a can of gaz. He also wanted to do a Crew hunt, and kill all of Ã‚Â“them a**holesÃ‚Â”.
Ã‚Â‘Are you really trying to give some plausible solution, sonnyboy? What you want to do is impossible with your level of training and intellectÃ‚Â’, answered Lily-chan. Ã‚Â‘IÃ‚Â’m the only trained soldier and I think that the best course of action is to actually wait. No matter what kind of plane it is, it is bound to land sometime to refuel. And then we hit them hard, and fast.Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘IÃ‚Â’m sorry Lyly, but we canÃ‚Â’t do that. This plane has an autonomy of 16500 Km of fuel, and it has the possibility to refuel in midair. Technically, this plane can stay in the air indefinitely. And since every member of the crew is in hijacking, we can guess that there is some higher organisation behind all of this. We are probably gonna be trapped here for a long time.Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘How do you know all of that?Ã‚Â’ asked the hockey jersey man.
Ã‚Â‘Because IÃ‚Â’ve studied it in high-school. I just remember the characteristics of the plane. By the way, blowing off the cockpit with a fire extinguisher is a very bad idea. It can either kill the pilots, making it impossible for us to land this bloody thing, because I donÃ‚Â’t think that there is an airline pilot amongst us who can land an A-380, or itÃ‚Â’ll blow a hole through the hull, and itÃ‚Â’ll kill us all. Either way, weÃ‚Â’re goners, and killing the crew members is easier to say than to do.Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘I agree with UnluckyÃ‚Â’, said Happy as he joined the group. Ã‚Â‘But we will have to leave this area to go search for more food. IÃ‚Â’ve done a quick supply check of what weÃ‚Â’ve got, and it wonÃ‚Â’t last long. Especially with this number of people. WeÃ‚Â’ll all starve to death before the end of the week. And if there is a food shortage, itÃ‚Â’ll cause a panic amongst the passengers, and then people will kill each other for every scrap of food. Maybe this is the crews goal, watch us fight to death for food. But anyway, we still need more food.Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘We really are in a dead-end. We are stuck at 10000 feet other the ground, in a big plane piloted by a bunch of maniacs with guns, who are waiting for us to kill each otherÃ‚Â’, resumed Lily-chan. Ã‚Â‘IÃ‚Â’ve been through worse. We need a crack-team to raid the plane for food. IÃ‚Â’ll lead it since IÃ‚Â’m a SWAT officer. Now, people who want to volunteer raise your hand and state your name and qualities.Ã‚Â’
The members of the group looked at each other and a few lifted their hands.
Ã‚Â‘Happy. Chief Surgeon, and medical knowledge.Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘CrackshotÃ‚Â’, said a man that Unlucky hadnÃ‚Â’t seen before. He was tall and seemed powerfully built. Ã‚Â‘Boxing and stealth.Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘Degree. Engineering, and electricity specialist.Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘Unlucky. Human personality knowledge, basic plane knowledge and fencing.Ã‚Â’
Ã‚Â‘OkayÃ‚Â’, responded Lily-chan. Ã‚Â‘You all volunteered, so I guess that you all know the risks of this operation. So letÃ‚Â’s not wait anymore minutes. LetÃ‚Â’s go troops.Ã‚Â’
There ya go people, a nice new chapter, fresh out of the batch
Chapter 4: The Real Trouble Starts
December 25th 2012, 8:42 PM
They took the next 10 minutes to decide which route they had to take with a rough draft drawn by Unlucky. They decided that to survive this operation, they first needed some weapons. Lily-chan deemed that without weapons, they’d not last long against the opponent, especially with the enemies having Magnums. Lily-chan had a few weapons in his case in the hold. Even without any previous training, he thought that it would be better than nothing if the other members of his group had a hand weapon if, of course as he said: “If none of you bloody nincompoops shoot me.” Unlucky also had some fencing equipment he could use in the hold. Lily-chan didn’t think that they’d have to go to hand-to-hand combat, which deeply frustrated the boxer, but they had to take no chances.
They decided to split up. After all, there were two alleys, and that meant that their chances were doubled to reach the hold, if there were two teams. That was the theory at least. In reality, they were on the second floor, and they needed to go to the hold, which were two floors down. Whether there were two teams or not, they could all get killed just as they left the Business section. That was an eventuality that nobody wanted to think about, but it was anchored deep within everybody’s minds that they would probably not all survive the trip. They just had to get some weapons to defend themselves, and some more food, but they all knew that it would be a much more difficult task than it appeared to be.
Lily-chan went with Happy and Degree, while Unlucky and Crackshot composed the other team. The teams had been Happy’s proposition. Without Happy, they wouldn’t survive. The tiniest wound could get infected, and without a doctor to treat it, they could die easily. Since Degree possessed engineering knowledge, they thought that maybe he could find a way to release the fuel out of their tanks, to force the plane to land. Both of them needed the most protection, as they were two important parts of the group. If you had to put RPG roles to both of them, Degree would be the Wizard, while Happy would be the Priest. Lily-chan was of course the Ranger. Putting them with him was in Unlucky’s mind the safest solution. After all, Lily-chan was the only one with real combat experience.
That left Unlucky and Crackshot together. The Rogue and the Tank. The two hand-to-hand fighters. They had to hope that only one crew member would be protecting the area they were going to pass first. In the best of luck they could pass unharmed, otherwise, they’d have to distract the shooter. And even with a distraction, they weren’t even sure they’d be able to pass. A person can only concentrate on one thing at a time. It’s very hard to do two tasks at once, and looking at two targets is very difficult. Especially moving ones.
The strategy was quite simple and easy to put into motion. If there was indeed a member of the crew guarding the next area, one of the groups would serve as a decoy, and then the other would run and incapacitate the shooter before he could change targets. It was a classic and easy way to do things. If of course everything went according to plan.
And unfortunately, nothing ever goes according to plan.
December 25th 2012, 8:57 PM
The area was calm. The only sound that could be heard was the buzzing of the plane’s engines. Unlucky and Crackshot were walking down the right aisle of plane, while Lily-chan and the others were doing the same but on the other side. It had been fifteen minutes since they left the area and they hadn’t seen any crew member yet. Nobody was making a sound, and the carpet on the floor muffled the sounds of their footsteps. They could hear their own heartbeats and the ones of the other people. The atmosphere was so tense, that it was palpable.
They were waiting at every second for a gunshot to be heard, and exploding somebody’s brains everywhere. The only calm one was Lily-chan. Unlucky wondered how a man could change this much, and thought that if he ever did a psychology profile of Lyly, he probably would have nightmares for the rest of his life.
A crack stopped him in his steps. He trying to peer in the dim light but he could see nothing. Maybe his imagination was playing tricks with him. After all every fiber of his being was tense and his adrenaline filled mind could be delusional.
Or so he thought until he saw the flash. He reacted to it as fast as he could by sending himself to the ground, and he heard definite sound of something being destroyed. He scrambled back to his feet and jumped in the relative safety of the seats next to him. As he tried to fit his carcass the best he could in the small area, he saw a terrible sight. One he had already seen. It was the sight of a dead body. This time, the victim had been the boxer.
The body slumped forward, its chest opened by the shot. His still-beating heart could still be seen pumping blood throughout the gaping wound. The tall man slumped to the ground, his jaw wide open, and his head looking at the wound that was taking his life away. His pain only lasted a few seconds as a second shot could be heard, tearing off a chunk of the man’s head. His only eye looked in the distance of the corridor, as if he wanted his last sight to be the sight of the person who had killed him. But his efforts were vain. He slumped on his back, as the rest of the brain oozed out of his broken skull.
Unlucky mourned the death of his comrade, even though he had only made the acquaintance of the man of few hours earlier. But he knew that now was not the time to be destabilized by such death. He now needed to take care of his own survival and the ones of his teammates. He tried looking the best he could over the seats, to grasp the area where his partners had ducked, and he could more or less see that they had also taken cover behind the seats.
Lily-chan and Unlucky shared a glance; both knowing what had to be done. Without a signal, they both surged forward, hoping that only one adversary was in the way. If more than one opponent were guarding the area, both of them would die, or in the very least get hurt. One the other hand, they knew that they had to take the guard down. If only one person guard was present, he could only target one person, leaving the other one free to charge ahead, and disable their opponent. Betting on this small probability, they ran, staying low, and trying to make the littlest targets they could possibly make.
Lady luck was with them, as only one of them was targeted. Lily-chan was the one to be shot, but his years of experience or instinct made him twist his body sideways, avoiding to be killed by the deadly projectile that was aimed at his vital parts. Instead, the bullet lodged itself in the veterans’ leg, making him topple forward and hit some seats. This gave Unlucky enough time to make the distance between his hiding place, and the shooters position.
He turned around the corner, and suddenly had to grind to a stop. The killer had been waiting for him, and had already pointed the gun in his direction before he had even come around the corner. The man was now face to face with a gun pointed at his head, by a raging psychopath who had already killed. He could finally see the killers face, and he wished that he hadn’t.
Kura’s features were not the one he had seen when she was behind the bar. Where she had been an emotionless Ice Queen, making him shiver because of her aura, this time her face was a distorted look of hate, pleasure and sadism. Her mouth was twisted in a bizarre way, while one of her eyelids was half open, while the other one was wide open.
“Hello Unlucky. Still want a virgin Cuba Libre?” she asks. “Did you see your friend’s death? After all, it was SUCHA CRACKSHOT!” After these words, she exploded in laughter so terrible it could ice the blood of the most hardened criminal. Unlucky didn’t wait for her to pull the trigger, and took the muzzle of the gun away from his face, while sending a punch at her stomach. Attacking a girl left a bad taste in Unlucky’s mouth but he couldn’t have pity at that time. He knew that in those situations, it was kill or be killed.
He thought his surprise attack would work, but she recovered far quicker than he had planned. He noticed that her eyes had changed. While they had been before glimmering with folly, they had taken a serious look, one you could only find in the rarest breed of killers. Unlucky felt his guts tighten has she caught his arm and twisted it in a way it shouldn’t be twisted. He didn’t hear a crack but he felt it coming as he started to scream. Kura lifted her head at his yells, and simply said:
Pain blurred Unlucky’s mind. Tears started rolling in his cheeks as his arm was getting broken at the elbow. The tall man was being destroyed by somebody that was a head smaller than him, but Kura seemed to have a lot of battle experience. He just was powerless against the crew member. She took her time with him, slowly twisting even more his arm. She appeared to take great pleasure at his pain. He just wanted her to kill him. Suddenly, his arm was let go, dropped by Kura. Unlucky fell on the ground writhing in pain. He was able look up to see what had happened, and he could see Degree had rammed into Kura while she was busy dealing with Unlucky. Although it appeared he had charged head first and at full speed, the killer had been able to maintain a steady foothold, not at all disturbed by the new opponent. She had simply dropped Unlucky’s arm to deal with Degree.
She simply used a neck chop to deal with the disturbance. The blow was instantaneous and he landed hard on the plane’s floor, unconscious. Happy came right after and was able to grab her hand gun. Thanks to some anatomy knowledge, he was able to make her drop the gun without using any force. Although he retrieved the gun, he wasn’t able to dodge the punch that landed on his head. He toppled backwards, still holding the gun in his hands.
As he landed on his back, he dropped the gun behind him. Kura looked around her. In the tight space, three people were in pain or unconscious. The whole scene had taken less than a minute, and she had disposed of all of them easily. Her twisted smile came back on her face, smiling at the pain she had caused and that she’ll cause. She stepped to retrieve the gun, making sure to step on Happy on the way there. But she was intrigued by the fact that the gun was gone.
Lily-chan had crawled to the area, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He had retrieved the gun as Kura looked at the carnage she had made. The veteran aimed the gun at the crew member.
“Eat this, b****,” he said, and took the shot.
His shot landed in Kura’s’ shoulder, making her spin around, and fall in the other area, away from Lyly’s vision. The old war veteran stayed in the exact same position, waiting to blow his opponents head clean off if she dared come back, while keeping an eye at the other entrance. After a few minutes, where the only sounds were the groans from the wounded, he decided to finally drop his arm holding the gun to the floor. Even though he had shown incredible toughness up until now, the old veteran seemed now old and frail.
Happy, who had been the least hit recovered first. He did a quick look on who he needed to treat first. Unlucky’s arm seemed to be hurt, but Lily-chan was the priority. He had been shot and he was bleeding all over the carpet. Lily-chan was breathing heavily as Happy reached him. The veteran smiled as the doctor arrived next to him.
“I’ve been through worst. Almost lost my leg once. This won’t kill me,” he assured, faintly.
“In the battlefield, you have a more experienced medical crew than me, and better equipment. You might actually lose your leg this time,” bluntly announced Happy.
“Just take the damn bullet out of my leg and get it over with,” snarled the old hero.
“As you wish.” Happy stepped next to Lyly’s leg, and ripped the pants leg, to have a better look at the wound. The leg was bloodied of course, and it didn’t take long to find where the bullet. The hole was the bloodiest part. Happy thought that the bullet was still inside, but as he looked in the hole, he could see right through it. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The bullet had simply passed through two muscles, while not hitting the bone. It was a miracle. Normally, his leg should’ve been in pieces, the bullet breaking through the bone, and lodging itself in the leg, making sure to be a pain in the arse to remove. But this time no. The bullet simply ‘came and left’.
“So what’s the butcher’s bill, doc?” asked the wounded warrior.
“Well, you might actually be better off than Unlucky. I just need to clean your wound, bind it with bandages, and you might actually be able to walk right directly. Tis but a flesh wound one might say. More blood than harm.”
“Good to hear it. Give me some bandages, some pain killers and antiseptic and go take care of the others. I know how to take care of myself if it’s just a flesh wound.”
“Okay. Fine by me,” said Happy. He handed him the things he asked for, and went to Unlucky, who was still clutching his arm. A small flow of blood rolled next to his cheek, where he’d bitten himself to not yell from the pain. Happy could also see that the sutures that kept Unlucky’s right cheek together were almost all ripped off. The man was in pain, that much was obvious, but Happy knew that he could take care of everything. He took his blazer off, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and got to work. He shot a last quick glance at Degree, to see if he needed any help. Although he had been put unconscious before, it seemed now that he was only sleeping.
“Bloody polish,” muttered Happy as he got to work to restore the man’s arm.