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.
Whoa, I'm a tad late on the chapter update. i'm just 11 days late, no biggy.... Not that anybody reads this anyways.
Chapter 5: Not everything is peachy.
December 25th 2012, 10:32 PM
Happy wiped the sweat from his brow. They were still in the small cabin, busy tending with each others wounds. Lily-chan had been able to sew himself up, with the help of Degree who woke up after being slapped a few times. He held a rag that sponged the blood that was coming out of the gaping wound and it was obvious that he didn’t feel well. Happy had proposed that they switched jobs, but when Degree saw that Happy was sewing Unlucky’s cheek back together, he felt already better about just wiping off blood.
Unlucky had had it bad, but he was luckier than his name suggested. Happy saw that the level of strain that had been applied to his arm should’ve broken it. But he withstood it, by luck or thanks to the sports had played. Happy didn’t know which one it was, and he frankly didn’t care at that point. He was too busy sewing back the bloody mess that was Unluckys’ cheek.
It was a much messier than the first time, since the previous sutures had let go, there was some pieces of strings that were still stuck in the cheek, while the sides were even less even than the first time. Unlucky would keep a pretty ugly scar if he survives, thought Happy. His arm had been very strained but, it was still in one piece. Unlucky was currently more or less in shock. He was awake, but he kept saying some random rambling about the crew member being a professional killer, and that the government was behind all of this.
Happy didn’t pay much attention, for him they were the ramblings of a scared man, and in a few minutes, he’d be back to normal. But if he didn’t, that would be even more troublesome. Their situation wasn’t an envious one, and they didn’t need a crazy man amongst them. They already had a dead person, two wounded, and they didn’t need one of them to be shell-shocked. He finished quickly sewing back what was left of the cheek and looked at him in the eyes. Unlucky had stopped rambling, and now was in a sort of comatose state.
His eyes were opened, and he had stopped to say things. His mouth was gaping and a small drop of saliva started to roll down his cheek.
‘Hey Lyly, come here a second’, yelled Happy. The veteran had just finished sewing back his leg, and he left Degree, who was picking up some bloodied tissues. Degree was so pale that it looked like all of the blood on them was his. The old man wobbled to Happy, and kneeled next to the doctor.
‘What’s wrong doc?’, inquired Lily-chan.
‘Well, Unlucky is in a state of shock, and since you’ve been at war and since you’ve seen a lot of things, I was wondering whether you have a solution for shell-shock’.
‘I have one, but Unlucky won’t like it, and he might react violently afterwards, and you might have to redo the stitches on his cheek…’
‘What do you mean by th…’ started Happy, but before he could finish, the veteran had already slapped Unlucky on the cheek so hard that the big man toppled on a side. The sound of the slap was very loud and started to resonate in the metal fuselage on the airplane.
Unlucky was taken out of his coma instantly, barely catching himself with his right arm before he hit the ground. He looked up, fury in eyes, reached out with his hand and grabbed the collar of the first person he reached. Lily-chan was the closest and he was pulled towards Unlucky.
‘Don’t EVER do that again’, warned Unlucky. Lily-chan withstood the mans’ gaze for a few seconds, before finally saying:
‘Good to have you back kid’, said Lyly, brushing off Unluckys’ hand that was messing up the collar of his T-shirt. ‘Can you walk? We have to continue moving.’
Unlucky blinked a few times, before remembering where he was and what had happened. His arm was in a makeshift sling and it made him wince as he moved it a little. His arm wasn’t that hurt but the pain that had occurred when Kura nearly tore his arm off was still awake in Unluckys mind. He wobbled a bit as he got to his feet and he had to grab the wall.
‘Let’s get moving again. We shouldn’t be too far’, even if Unlucky had said this with assurance, he was still shocked and hoped that he wouldn’t have to see Kuras’ eyes again from that close.
December 25th 2012, 10:39 PM
The distance to the hold was not great. They just had to go down two flights of stairs. If it had been a normal flight, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. But with some maniacs trying to kill every passenger, it was a tad harder. The small group advanced at the speed of their wounded, while trying to get as much cover as they could. The rest of the “trip” happened without any major incidents. They were on their guards the whole time but none if the crew members showed up to try to blow their brains out.
‘It’s too easy’, whispered Lily-chan as they arrived in front of the door leading to the bay. ‘The enemy must have figured out that this was our goal, so why didn’t they stop us?’
‘Maybe they forgot about us’, said Degree, his voice filled with fear.
‘Unlikely, especially not after I’ve wounded one of them. There must be another one behind this door. Be ready.’
They bent their legs, ready to pounce on a side if a shot should be seen. Lily-chan jerked the door open and waited.
Nothing. Nothing happened. Not a gun shot, not a sound, nothing. The bay seemed empty. To the four men’s relief.
‘Unlucky, where is your bag?’ asked Lily-chan while peering into the dim light of the bay.
‘I registered my bag pretty early, so it should be amongst the first ones’, answered the tall man.
‘Okay, mine is in the back since I registered pretty late. Here is what we do. Unlucky you go get your sword. Happy, you stay with me and Degree and we’ll try to engage the fuel release of the plane. We have to try and force it down.’
‘Okay’, said the three men as they set off, with their objectives in mind.
December 25th 2012, 10:42 PM
Unlucky disengaged the group first, and started searching through the quantity of bags. He looked and looked but he couldn’t find what he was looking for. He went to the door, to see if the bag wasn’t near, but as he arrived, he saw a figure through the door, holding two objects that reflect light. The voice he heard was one he would’ve liked never to hear again.
‘Hello again, did you miss me?’ said Kura. ‘Seeing that my arm is bleeding, I GUESS NOT!’
She burst once again in a maniacal laugh, as the door closed in behind her. She walked slowly towards him, her head wobbling from shoulder to shoulder, the blades she held in her hands scraping the metal floor as she moved forward. Unlucky backed off as she moved forward, and hit the baggage net, trapped between bags of clothes and the maniacal Kura.
She stopped and lifted one of her arms. He expected her to throw a knife at him, but what she threw landed in front of him. It was a sword. A rapier to be exact. One that resembled him own sword for fencing. Except this one was sharp.
‘Show me the skill you are so proud of, boy’, demanded Kura, lifting her own weapon at the same time. She was holding a bastard sword. It was the perfect combination between the heavy two-handed sword and the one-handed sword. It was a weapon to be feared, and Unlucky had always wanted to see one. Not in those circumstances though.
Unlucky took his left arm out of his makeshift sling and put it behind his back. His right hand went and grabbed the grip of the rapier. It was a fine blade, and it seemed that the grip and the hilt had been custom made for his hands only. He tried a few practice swings with it, and got into position, knees bent, most of the body’s’ weight put on his left leg, his right hand in a sixte guard, like he had been taught by his fencing master. He took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes as he cleared his mind from any unnecessary thoughts.
As he opened his eyes, he saw that Kura was waiting for him in her own guard. The sword was handled in a two-handed fashion, and it was put very close to her face, reflecting some of it in the steel of the blade. Her legs were bent and ready to pounce.
Both opponents stood there for what appeared like an eternity. Sweat trickled the brows of both adversaries as they had their standoff. A gunshot broke the silence and both opponents lunged at each other, murder in their intentions.
December 25th 2012, 10:40 PM
Lily-chan was ready; the .9mm he had scavenged from the fight between Kura was lifted, prepared to kill anything that moved if needed. Happy and Degree followed closely behind, nerves jittering and their legs trembling so much, they could create an earthquake. They approached the control panel, and they let slip a sigh of relief. It appeared that it had been left without a guard, and unlocked.
Maybe our luck is finally turning, thought Degree. As he approached his hand from the panel, a voice said:
‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you.’
Lily-chan turned his gun as fast as he could towards the voice, only to see Kuro pointing a gun at him. A Magnum. The old veteran suddenly felt critically out gunned in the space of two seconds.
‘I could kill all of you three right here and now, but then the test wouldn’t be constructive. I can’t just kill you, without giving you a chance to defend youself, so here is what I propose. A gun fight between you and me.’
Kuro lowered his gun and threw a bag at Lily-chan. The veteran caught the bag with his right hand, while keeping his gun pointed at Kuro. He checked the contents of the bag and he could see the shape of a Magnum, with two extra magazines.
‘Why would you do this Kuro? Why? What would you gain from this?’, asked Lyly, grabbing the gun and the pair of magazines.
‘Me? Absolutely nothing, apart from the pleasure of killing people, I’m just following orders. If you survive, I’ll tell you.’
Lily-chan and Kuro both had their guns tucked in the belt of their pants, ready to fire, neither wanting to yield to the other one. The sound that started the gun fire was the click produced by the control box, as Degree opened it.
Both adversaries jumped to their respective right side, only one of them firing a shot. Lily-chan rolled and got back into a proper fighting position, grabbing his gun in the same process.
He looked for a second behind his cover, only to see the fuming remains of a headless body. Even without the head, he was able to recognize the poor lad who had died.
Degree had left the horror for a better place.
Last Edit: May 23, 2012 16:51:24 GMT -5 by takishi
I'm just a tad late. just a tad. I took just really long to write that part with lyly, inspiration didn't come easily for it
Chapter 6: They got it going on
December 25th 2012, 10:42 PM
Sparks flew as the blades met. The two opponents were face to face, glares fighting as neither of them wanted to let some ground go. Unlucky was the first one to disengage, and as Kura and him got back into their fighting stances, he asked:
‘Who are you? Why are you doing all of this?’
‘Why do you care? Doesn’t a simple plane hijacking seem enough?’
‘Nothing is that easy, and I sure never heard of any hijacking ending in the passengers having to kill each other. What are your goals?’ inquired the big man.
‘Well shoot, seems like somebody is smarter then he looks’, snapped Kura. ‘Okay, I’ll give ya a hint. This is a Battle Royale, to retrieve the best of the best. But less chit chat, more fighting.’ After finishing these words, without answering Unluckys’ questions, she charged ahead, sword lifted, ready to stike. Unlucky lifted his blade in a vain attempt to parry, but he wasn’t able to fully deflect the on-coming blow. His arm was jerked to the side, and Kuras’ bastard sword drew blood on Unluckys’ left cheek.
‘You are going to have to go better then that kiddo’, said Kura, with a twisted smile of her face.
December 25th 2012, 10:41 PM
Lyly-chan crouched behind his cover. He was just able to see Degrees’ death before ducking back. The poor lad had had an unceremonious death. Well that’s war, he thought. Although the death of his new companion grieved him a bit, he had seen too many of his comrades die in battle to feel affected by it anymore. He knew that the only way to make him feel better about this death was to kill his opponent.
Kuro was an experienced fighter for sure. Not everybody could pull a headshot while ducking for cover. He knew only of few of them, and in his prime he had been able to do it, but now Lyly-chan was considered an old man. He didn’t have the physical freshness most “youngsters” as he called them had. But he knew he had one advantage he knew that now one except death could take from him. It was experience.
He had been through countless battlefields, and the experiences he gained there are still fresh. He had learned to survive in the toughest conditions, to analyse his situation with calm and detachment, and to not lose his cool. He had seen too many of his comrades die because they were petrified by fear, or blinded with rage because of the death of a loved one.
They said that soldiers didn’t have old bones. Lyly-Chan clearly was the exception that confirmed the theory. He was one of the oldest soldiers still alive, and he didn’t plan to die now.
He thought about his situation. He wondered why the man had chosen to shoot Degree, instead of going for his prime opponent. He also wondered whether Unlucky was in a similar pinch, or if he had already kicked the bucket.
The old war hero knew by experience that accomplished marksmen always lacked something. Usually, it was hand-to-hand combat skills. Betting on that small probability and knowing that approaching a professional shooter who was holding a Magnum was not the wisest of solutions. Nevertheless, he charged forward, closing the distance between the two covers in a few seconds.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. There were only a few yards, but they felt like miles, the knowledge that at any moment, he could get shot slowed down the time around the old veteran. Lady Luck seemed to smile for the old man, and he was able to make the distance unhurt. He reached Kuros corner, and shot directly as he turned.
But it was in vain. Where a man had been seen ducking for cover a few seconds ago, the area was as hollow as an empty church. A gun was put to the side of his head, and he felt a chill crawl down his spine. Kuro had been able to guess what Lyly-chan was going to do, and he simply went to hid in the darkness of a corner, waiting for the veteran to charge ahead like a bull and fail.
Gamo, thought Lyly-Chan. A gunshot was to be heard, and a man fell to the ground screaming in pain.
December 25th 2012, 10:45 PM
Unlucky was panting, and he was bleeding from a dozen of small cuts. He was a fine swordsman, but against Kura, it seemed as though he had never held a sword before. Kura was an amazing swordsman, parrying every ‘Fente’, ‘Dégagment’, and ‘Feinte’ Unlucky could muster or think of. His guard was a mess and even though the fight had only started, he was tired as hell. His opponent kept her guard up; apparently not affected by the weight of the sword she was waving around. She had done most of the attacking. Except for the first strike that had almost hit, Unlucky had been retrograded from mortal enemy to sparring partner.
She had been dangerously close to kill him a few times already, but his good reflexes and his good defence had allowed Unlucky to stay alive, but he was unable to attack, fear paralyzing his limbs. The pain she had caused him was still sharp in his mind, and it affected his style. He had mainly done some erratic attacks without any previous preparations, while Kuras’ every attack had been constructed and composed.
He was in a pinch and he knew that it would be difficult to get out of it. His mind wouldn’t focus on the task at hand and he didn’t think straight. Kura had been an amazing enemy though. The greatest one he had faced. He didn’t think that somebody would let him replace himself after losing balance. It was remarkable sportsmanship, but Unlucky didn’t fool himself, he knew that she knew that she was a way better swordsman then he was, and that his defeat was inevitable. He stood there and asked:
‘Say, can I listen to one last song before I die?’
‘Sure, I don’t see why not. These are your last moments on Earth, you’d better make them worthwhile’, answered Kura, backing a few steps, to show that she was not going to attack him.
Unlucky smiled at his killer, and got out his I-pod. He placed the headphones on his head, and meticulously chose the last song he was going to listen to.
The End from the Doors.
It was a fitting music to go out with. He placed himself back ‘en guarde’ and nodded back to Kura to show that he was once again ready to fight.
It was a redo of the beginning of the fight, Unlucky mostly dodged and tried to counter attack, but Kura was much too strong, parrying every attack as though she had done that all of her life. As Unlucky did a ‘retraite’, the music changed, and the shuffle mode sent to the tall mans’ ears a song that changed the course of his mentality.
It was ‘Show must go on’ from Queen. As Unlucky heard this song, a flood of memories reappeared in his mind. He remembered all of the times where he was close to abandon a fencing match, because the level was too high for him. He also remembered about al of the times where he was able to motivate himself to fight once again with his full strength and where against all odds, he succeded into making the impossible possible. He didn’t want it to end there. He wanted to help the other passengers, to land the plain and go celebrate Christmas with his family.
He paused for a bit and took his Ipod out once again. While the killer waited politely, he put on “We got it going on” by Bon Jovi.
‘Are you finished?’ inquired the passably pissed off Kura, after all of these interruptions.
Lyly made his arm go limp as he pressed the trigger. The blow back of a Magnum is enormous, even if you are waiting for it and with a limp arm, giving absolutely no resistance, the arm and the gun would just go flying backwards. Lyly’s arm went to hit Kuro’s one with his gun. The cabin chief’s wrist broke under the hit received and he fell on the floor, writhing in pain.
The veteran grunted back up, and went to rip the Magnum out of the crew members’ hand.
‘Stay down assh*le, it’ll be better for all of us. It seems you’ve already done enough’, he said while looking at the corpse of the late Degree, killed only minutes ago. He stood in front of the man with the broken wrist, his foot stepping on the injury received mere seconds before. ‘Okay, now start talking. What the frak are you guys trying to do? Nobody orchestras’ a planes hijacking and asks the passengers to kill each other, without a good reason, so be a good lad, and give us that reason boy.’
‘You know nothing… Can’t we just have fun? After all, travels can get boring if you don’t have a little fun. This was simply the best occupation we found’, answered Kuro.
‘Wrong answer pal’, answered the old soldier as he stepped even harder on the hand of the man that was down in front of him. The wrist shattered even more, accenting the pain of the Cabin Chief.
‘You know, torturing is banned by the Geneva Convention’, said Happy, looking at the scene with a disgusted face. ‘Stepping on, and breaking that man’s wrist can be considered as torturing him.’
‘I won’t say anything if you don’t, answered Lyly.
‘Oh, I won’t say anything too’, answered the doctor. ‘But he might’. Happy was pointing at Kuro, who was holding his shattered wrist in his other hand.
‘I don’t think he’s gonna leave here alive, so I wouldn’t worry too much about him’, coldly said Lyly, adding some more weight on the wrist. Kuros’ scream was loud and long. ‘Now, would you kindly answer the following questions, or I won’t be able to contain myself to not break the rest of your limbs.’
‘You’ll get nothing from me’, spitted Kuro at Lylys face.
‘Oh dear oh dear, another bad answer.’
Lyly grabbed the Magnum he was holding by the canon, just like one would hold a hammer. He grabbed Kuros’ uninjured arm and the handle of the gun slammed hard against Kuro’s left wrist. The man screamed due to the pain, but Lyly simply continued to hit the wrist, just like if it had been a nail. After a few dozen hits, Lyly grabbed Kuro’s collar, and asked:
‘Why are you doing this? Who is behind all of this?’
‘You can go eff yourself. I’m never going to tell you anything’
‘Way, way wrong answer’, screamed Lyly before catching one of his legs and starting to beat his ankle to pulp with his fist. Kuro’s screams filled the cargo bay.
December 25th 2012, 10:48 PM
Even though he tried his best. Even though he was fencing at the beat of the music, he still couldn’t match her for swordsmanship. She probably was the best swordsman he had ever seen up till now, and he knew that no matter what he couldn’t beat her. He was bleeding from deep cuts, and he was starting from get dizzy from the loss of blood.
His vision was getting dizzy, and his mind wandered here and there, not being able concentrate on the task at hand.
‘You were pretty fun to play with, seriously, I thought you were pretty good. Not everybody is able to stand up to me. Well, you didn’t really were able to match my fencing style, but it was a nice match. Well on my part at least, because if you enjoyed being cut and cut again, you have an issue man’, said Kura, before going off in her maniacal laugh.
Unlucky could just stand there and watch. He couldn’t do a thing, and he felt the despair of bring close to the end. But he felt that he couldn’t help it. He had lived some fine years, probably the ones were he was at his prime. He didn’t want to see what he would’ve become if he had gotten old. The young man was one of those people who could always find some positive in the worst situation. He wouldn’t get to have to see what he would lose as an old person. He always felt sorry for old people, losing their sight, their hearing, their strength. Who’d want to go that far?
The fencer felt that dying in his prime was the best way to go, too bad for all of the people who were counting on him. The passengers, his family at home. Eff them. Right now, he didn’t want to think about them. He only wanted to think about his death. He had always wanted a cool, awesome death. Killed by a master swordsman, inside the belly of a plain being hijacked where a Battle Royal is being orchestrated wasn’t on Unlucky’s awesome deaths’ list, but, after giving it a thought, he found it pretty cool.
‘Gimme a quick death at least. I never wanted to die slowly. I know pain is just an information, but it still hurts like a bitch’, demanded the Frenchman.
The woman in front of him eyed him up. The tall man in front of her had lowered his guard, his head was tilted backwards, and his arms were raised. He was simply standing there. She looked at him and raised her sword. ‘Sure. You deserve that much at least’, she said before charging.
Come on, come on, come on, thought Unlucky. He opened his eyes.
Some people say that before your death, you see your whole life flash before your eyes. From your birth to your death. Some others say that what happens is that you see your death coming but in slow motion, like time slows down for you, for your death.
What Unlucky experienced was the latter one. He saw Kura come at him, but not as fast as she had before. She was slow. He could see every one of her movements. As she lunged to deliver the final blow, he did a spin move around the blade as it rushed past him, ripping part of his shirt in the same movement. He raised his fist, trying to use the momentum of the spin to deliver a crushing blow to the back of her head, thinking that with the momentum of her lunge, she’d have no time to react. He felt that if he could do this he’d win.
He never felt the joy of having his fist hit the back of the neck of the crew member. Where the head should have been. Nothing. Just fin air. His own momentum, aggravated by the stress of the match, made him lose balance and he fell heavily on the iron floor of the plane. He couldn’t do anything. He just stayed there, breathing heavily. Kura reappeared in front of him. She kneeled in front of the wounded man. He just knew what was going to happen next. He saw her raise her arm and he saw a flash of steel rush past his eyes. The sword clanged next to his head, swooping two centimetres past from cutting it.
T'would be a shame to let this without and ending. And I hate WIPs that last too long.
Chapter 8: Mystery
December 25th 2012, 10:55 PM
Happy could not stand watching Lyly clearly torturing the “poor” Kuro. Sure the guy had tried to kill them a few moments before but he could now feel a little sympathy for the guy, and a tad of admiration. After all, he only had given them what he knew after Lyly had shot one of Kuros' knee caps. After Lyly got what he had wanted, he simply left Kuro there, screaming his lungs out, struggling in a pool of his own blood. It was quite gruesome to watch, and Happy believed that Lyly was almost enjoying this.
The poor man had received first aid from Happy, to prevent him from dying from bloodloss. Happy didn't know if it was actually helping the guy by doing this. Lyly surely had other plans for the poor man, and maybe he was better off with dying from the bloodloss.
Truth be told, Happy didn't worry much about the crew chief anymore. His worries were turned to the youngster that had joined them. Unlucky still hadn't come back, yet it had nearly been 15 minutes since they had gone their seperate ways. Even though they were in the same space, Lyly didn't want to leave Happy alone to treat Kuro, since one could not trust his surroundings, and if Happy died, the passengers would use a valuable asset. The surgeon could understand this of course, and waited until Lyly deemed it was okay to go.
Lyly was on his guard full time now. His fight against Kuro had proved him his prior assumptions that had been birthed during the fight with Kura. These people were professionals and were not kidding a single bit. Kuro was coming with them of course. Lyly could simply shoot him on the spot, but it seemed wrong. Even though Kuro had divulged a good deal of information after being shot in the kneecaps, the veteran believed that the man hadn't said everything he knew. Unlucky might have a better shot at this than me, thought the old war hero. If he's still alive of course.
The young psychologist had not given sign of life for the past 15 minutes. So it was safe to assume unfortunately that the man was dead. Or that he was at least in a bad state. With all the respect Lyly had for the frenchman, he didn't believe that he could beat one of the crew members. And in 15 minutes, they would've had plent of time to kill him. Kuro's wounds had been treated, so Lyly decided that they would have to move out. He had fortunately found his bag, and it would give them some nice firepower.
Kuro was being carried by Happy, Lyly unable after all to check his surroundings and carry a wounded man. They walked as slowly as they could, to make sure to make the littlest of noises possible. They had almost reached the exit of the bay when they stumbled upon Unlucky. He was layed on his back with his arms layed next to him.
“Unlucky”, said Happy.
“Let me check if this is not a trap”, said the thorough Lyly.
Lyly eyed his surroundings, nothing could give away the position or the presence of a third party, so he decided it was okay for Happy to go check on him. The doctor put on the ground the wounded crew member and started to head to the psychologist.
“Uhm... Lyly.... Good news, he's still breathing but...”
“Well he's in bandages...”
“So what? He was wounded before and you had placed them yourself.”
“Lyly, you don' t understand. He's way more in bandages than before, and he has a blood perfusion in his arm.”
Damn 2 years ago I started this. haven't updated it for one of them. time to end it
Chapter 9: Home
December 25th 2012, 11 : 40 PM
It took them nearly an hour to get back to the safe zone, but with 2 wounded people with them and the weapons bag they had to carry, it was almost fast.
The trip back to the first class zone was purely uneventful. Almost too uninventful. As if they had wanted the little crew to achieve it’s objective « safetly ». Of course, the number of casualties they had suffered was quite impressive considering the number of people originally, but the opponent was clearly army trained or better, so Lyly considered this as a small victory, even though they were no closer than before to getting off of the plane.
Unlucky woke up at some point during the trip, but he was simply too weak and passed out again. Kuro, also passed out but he was helped by Lyly, the old soldier growing tired of the poor devil’s screams had simply bashed him unconscious. They awaited to find the same people in the first class zone, worrying, wondering what will happen. But they were far, far from the truth.
The curtains were closed and the cabin was silent.
Unlucky and co stopped a few meters from the area, wondering.
« Why are the curtain closed… », wondered Lyly.
« Maybe they thought that they would be safer ? », answered Happy.
« I have a bad feeling about this…. »
They stayed like that, simply standing, in front of the area. The only thing that could be heard was their breathing, and the slow hum of the reactors. In reality, if you listened very, VERY closely, you could hear a small dripping noise, and if you looked really closely, you could see that the carpet near the door was a lot darker than before.
« I have a VERY bad feeling about this », said Happy again, feeling sweat forming on his brow.
« No use waiting here forever. Let’s see what’s going on », pragmatically responded Lyly.
They left the two comatosed men in seats right near the entrance and cautiously approched the door. Lyly was the first one to observe the scene, but the first one to empty his stomach was the surgeon. In front of them layed a grim and grotesque massacre.
It’s easy to describe it like that. But reality ain’t easy.
Blood and guts caked the seats, the floor, the screens, the windows…. Everything.
Steak knives had been used to rip throats, stab and cut flesh.
« What in Grim’s name happened here ? ». The sight was almost too much for the battle hardened veteran.
« Human nature. »
Lyly turned back slowly, the color of his face fading rapidely. He saw a man whose face was also white as a sheet. Unlucky was barely standing behind him in the opening of the door, leaning upon the frame to keep himself from falling.
« Put more than two of us in a room, and they’ll try to figure out the best solution to kill the others. That’s why we invented religion and politics. To keep ourselves from killing one another. Now take a normal situation, like getting stuck in an elevator with somebody. In very stressful, at some point, you will have grim thoughts, and yet you are only stuck and waiting to be rescued. Now take our situation. We are stuck in a big tin can, with no food, no water, with a bunch of crazy maniacs who gave the people a chance of escaping. By killing the others.
Survival of the fittest at it’s finest. It was obvious it would’ve happened, but I didn’t think it would be this fast. I’m sure it only took a spark to light everything here on fire. »
A sound was heard. In the far end of the room, something moved. Actually, three shadows were to be seen. Unlucky recognised them.
Wow haven't posted a chapter in a year... Hope someone will like it (don't know it people still read it...)
Chapter 10 : The story
December 26th 2012, 7 :33 AM
The three surviving members of the recon party and their prisoner were still shocked by what had transpired in the first class cabin after they had left it. None of them could have imagined that it would have gone south so fast. Unlucky remembered the writing of a French psychologist, who presumed that madness was inside each and every one of us, only at certain degrees of acceptance.
They had switched locations from the 1st Class to the business one, for obvious reasons. A room with a score or so of corpses was hardly the ideal place to recharge ones batteries. Len, Haru and Trinity hadn’t been able to get out of the shock of what had happened in their presence. So far Lyly hadn’t wanted to use the same technique he had with unlucky when he had had been in a comatose state. Hitting kids and broken women were not in his habits.
He didn’t want to say it, but everything was grim.
In all of his years in the army, he hadn’t been in a situation similar to that one. But oddly enough he was at peace. He didn’t want to die in his bed like most people. The ghosts of his past haunted him and wouldn’t let him die in a peaceful way. Kuro had come about a few hours prior and he couldn’t stop laughing. When asked what was so funny, he simply said that everything was marvelous and continued laughing. Happy actually lost patience with him and accidently “dislocated” his left shoulder blade while Lyly pretended to look away. Nobody else cared as they were either shocked or still passed out.
Unlucky woke up after a few hours, discovering the state that he was in. He was in even more bandages then before he had started his fight with Kura, and that they were better done that what Happy had been able to manage. It felt odd that he was still alive after what he had been through.
He told the Greek soldier and the surgeon the tale of his fight, leaving out, for a reason he couldn’t understand, the last words she had told him. They kept ringing inside his head.
What had he passed and why? He lost every encounter he’s had with a crew member, and kept getting hurt even more. It stressed him out but he knew it was worthless getting hung over it. He knew he should just dismiss it, but that wasn’t in his nature.
After a few minutes, Trinity had been able to emerge from her trance like state, and was able to deliver some precious information of what madness had been orchestrated in the 1st Class.
December 25th 2012, 10:13 PM
“They won’t be able to help! They are worthless! They will die in the first encounter they will have with the cabin crew, and we will be the next ones to die!”
The person who had said that was a young woman, in her early twenties. Tight tank top, a short so small it could almost be considered an underwear, expensive and ugly sneakers, bleached hair, a fake tan, and more make up then a clown usually wears. She was a walking, talking cliché of what the worst the USA could produce. An egotistical woman, who always puts the blame on others while never doing anything herself. In high school, she would be the type to destroy a girl who was more popular than her, and bully the weak.
That nasty habit didn’t even leave her in the death trap she currently was. Instead of doing something proactive to try to help, like serving refreshments like a few other passengers were doing, she would simply watch and criticize.
The nerves of the other passenger were already overstretched, and her constant nagging and criticizing did nothing to help the mood.
“Why don’t you do something about the situation then Cloudandis! For now you haven’t done squat, and you are disrespecting the brave people who actually went to try to do something for us!”, yelled Haru, while covering Lens’ hears. She didn’t like yelling in front of him, but she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Just shut up B*itch”, answered Cloudandis. “You ain’t the boss of me. I can say what I want!”
Haru simply ignored her, concentrating on distracting Len. The poor innocent boy didn’t know what was happening and simply continued on smiling. Happy that so much attention was given to him, but wondering where his uncle Happy was.
A few moments after the group had left, a few gun shots had been heard, plunging the area in an odd silence. Haru’s blood turned cold after hearing somebody laugh after the shots. It didn’t seem like a normal laugh, but one you would hear in horror movies. Some people started to panic, like Cloudandis, saying the operation had failed and that they were next, but after debating a few moments, they concluded that the number of shots didn’t match the number of people sent, and the fact that they were still alive 10 minutes after the last gunshot had been heard, proved that the operation was still continuing. Haru feared for her brother’s life, but she believed in him. He was the lucky one of the family after all.
The man in the Hockey Jersey was having a mental break down, they had gathered that his name was Mr. Mighty Mewgen, but not much. He got in a catatonic state after the gunshots had been heard. He started saying that it was all because of the government and that they were out to get him.
Nobody payed any attention to him. They simply took it as the ramblings of a mad man. Oddly enough, the only person trying to help him was somebody clad in pink. Trinity was trying to talk to him. Murmuring things in his ear. Probably soothing things.
She was stronger than she appeared, especially after the loss of her friend. It all seemed fine at the time, but when things got well, it never stays that way.
Trinity said that she didn’t know how it could have gone that way. Mr. Mighty Mewgen had found a gun and started shooting random people. A panicked frenzy started and people started killing each other. She ran to Haru and Len, to try and protect them, and as they rushed in the business class she saw what was going on. People strangling people, looking at them in the eye as the veins in them started popping, and their face started turning blue for cyanosis, arms trying to grab something and feet flailing uselessly in the air. She believe it was Kawaiikon who died that way, but she couldn’t be sure. The lass had been a nice person, trying to see some silver lining in their situation, to no avail.
Of what she was sure, was that the strangler was Cloudandis. She even seemed experienced in doing so, as she had pinned her poor victims’ arms on the side using her legs, while crushing her torso with her weight. After securing that Len and Haru were safe, she went and tried to help Kawaiikon, but it was too late. The girl had finally gone limp and Cloudandis stood up panting, as she turned her head, watching the scene of depravity and gore that was unfolding in front of her, she met Trinitys’ gaze and her smile was so wide that she could have put the Jokers’ to shame.
It was short-lived though as she took an axe to the back of the head. Where it had come from, she didn’t know, but it was lodged in her head. The wielder had been Fuyu, another person who helped by distributing water around, and imitating Unlucky by listening to peoples stories to try to put them at ease. How he could have managed such a cruel act was beyond Trinitys’ understanding, but she saw the streams of tears on his face and understood that he had done it to avenge Kawaiikons’ death.
Ultimately it proved his downfall, as he was taken down by two mad passengers who rushed him. He couldn’t defend himself, his axe lodged in his victims’ cerebral cortex. He was pummeled to death, and his head was bashed in.
Trinity ran towards the mother and son, joining them in hiding from the madness. After a few moments, it was calm against, as if the storm of sound and violence a few seconds before had simply been a bad memory. Unfortunately what they saw only proved that it happened.
Trinity’s story ended there, as she started sobbing. She said then that she has a black hole of what happened next, which coordinated with her passing out, just like the two other people.
Unlucky felt that he had to see it with his own eyes again, stood up and went to look. Lyly and Happy on the other hand went back to slap some senses in Kuro.
As they happily and heartily slapped the cabin chief he came about, and started laughing again, saying that they were really morons, not seeing the big picture and something so obvious.
“I’m going to kill him”, Lyly spat out.
“Wait! Something isn’t right”, said Happy.
“No sh*t Sherlock”, yelled Lyly. “Nothing is right here!”
“Wait… Was Trinity’s dress always that dark?”
Lyly watched the surgeon as if he was some kind of weird creature. He then understood something;
“Where is she?”
As the young psychologist stood amongst the bodies, he could only feel sadness for these people. Their last moments horrific. Something caught his eyes though amongst the bodies, he say the one was seemed to belong to Kawaiikon, eyes bulging, face and throat purple. But what shocked him was what was in the poor woman’s hand. It was a piece of fabric. As he kneeled to pick it up, he noticed the color.
He understood something very important as a gun was put on the back of his head. The color of the fabric?
Welp see you guys next year or the one after that for the thrilling conclusion!
Toodles (just kidding acutally planning to finish it this time)
“ Don’t move. I’ve heard of what you were capable of doing and I don’t want you to do any funny stuff”. There was an ice cold tone in her voice. One who would’ve made the hardest men turn gaze in shame.
“I would take it that you are an undercover member of the crew then. Or that at least you are working with them.” Unluckys’ tone surprised himself. He was calm. Even though a gun had been pointed to the back of his head, he was alright. Not a hint of stress in his voice. He who was normally panicked by pretty much anything. “I’m also gonna guess that you are the one who actually killed Liel.”
“Wow. Two for two. You are on a roll today. Yes, I killed her. All of you simply assumed that the gunshot had come from the front while I shot her in the back of the head. Although I’m not the one who shot you. You owe that to little Xetka, she was making sure you couldn’t look at the body too much. If you guys had had a bit more corones, you could oh actually seen the fact that the bullet was lodged in the opposite wall in front of you instead of behind. That fool of a soldier didn’t even notice that the sounds of the bullet who killed that poor girl and the one that grazed you weren’t even the same. After actually figuring out it was me is something else.”
Happy and Lyly barged in the first class at that moment, saw what was transpiring. Lyly reached for his handgun Kuro and so nicely provided him, but before he could grasp it, Trinity already had a second one pointed at him.
“Old man, please don’t try to do anything stupid. You actually managed to survive this far, and to incapacitate a member of the crew. It would be a shame to end everything here.”
Lyly resigned himself to the fact that he was incapable of doing anything in the given situation. He was old, tired, and believed that he had far run the course of his life. Happy on the other hand, was trying to figure out a way to pounce on her, but couldn’t figure out a way of doing it without, well, getting killed.
They turned as they heard a noise behind them. A few familiar faces were present. Amongst Haru and Len, who was still sleeping, they could see Kura, Xetka, Elliecakes, and even the wounded Kuro, who was leaning on the wall, his breathing labored. Unlucky was allowed to turn around and sighed.
“Despite all of our efforts it seemed we fail. Tis been a fun run, so to say”.
“Au contraire, my good sir. You haven’t failed. Far from it.” The voice came from the speakers, meaning it could only come from the cockpit. “You have been able to survive despite overwhelming odds stacked against you. Unfortunately, the same thing cannot be said for all of you.”
At once, Xetka and Kura both lifted their arms. Gore splattered some cabin members as Xetka shot Haru in the head. Point blank rage from a Magnum was far from a clean death. It was a fast one, that’s for sure. Kura on the other hand beheaded Kuro with the bastard sword she was still holding. Unlike what you can see in the movies, there was no big gush of blood for two and a half minutes. Simply a small one before the body slumped over on itself. The carotid, being completely severed amongst over veins, spilled the left over blood Kuro had, staining the carpet for good. Unlucky found himself thinking that it would be a pain to clean, if it was possible.
“WHY! WHY?”, shouted the Happy, running toward his sister, catching her corpse before it could hit the floor, cradling her dead body at the feet of the person who killed her.
“Why what? Please be specific, sir”, politely answered the man in the speaker.
“Why would you kill her, son of a b*tch!!! You just said that she had not failed! And why would you kill a member of your own crew!”
“For that, although I have been monitoring all of you, I’ll let Miss Elliecakes explain.”
“There are multiple reasons why Miss Haru was eliminated. She simply had no role in the experiment. She didn’t try to reassure the passengers in need of help when the experiment started, staying in a corner with her son, did not participate in any way to the elaboration of the plan to escape. When the tragedy in this area struck, she simply ran away, shoving her son, pushing him in the fray in hope that he could distract attention from her. Cabin chief Kuro on the other hand, simply was terminated because his usefulness had run its course. A replacement having being found, there is no need to keep him”, she said this as she was making a presentation, emphasizing a few aspects to make it more lively.
“Haru would never have done that. She was a good mother, and she loved her son! She would’ve never abandoned him!”
“You know, madness makes people do some crazy things. And I don’t think, Miss Haru was entirely honest with you, Mister Happy”
This voice was unknown to the audience, except a select few. A man, probably in his late thirties exited the cockpit. Short straight blond hair, square and thick glasses, a suit seemingly tailored. He wasn’t particularly tall, a tad thin one might say, but he had a certain aura, that made him seem more imposing than in reality. He held in his hands a few files, took one out, opened it and read out of it.
“Let’s see here. Haru… Haru…. Haru!! Aha, found it! It seems like she tried to have an abortion a few years back, which amazingly coincides with the year little Len here was born, but couldn’t as she was already too far gone. After that birth, she wanted to give him away, trying to give him away, but didn’t have the money to do the procedures. Abandoned him once on the side of the road, but Len was found by the police and given a ride home. A few marks on his body indicate, that she didn’t treat him properly and even tried to kill him a few times. Quite far from the description you gave us sir.”
“YOU LIE! SHE WOULD NEVER DO THOSE THINGS!”. Happys’ face was a mess, pain and sorrow distorting it.
“Sorry sir, but it’s all in the file. You have my condolences.” His smile felt sincere, but for some reason, you could feel no compassion emanating from it. His eyes had the faintest hint of sadness in them.
“Don’t worry sir, you will be joining her shortly.” As he said that, Elliecakes came behind him and put him into a head lock. The surgeon could only thrash around, unable to move, or breathe.
“Stop this now!”, the old Soldier tried to help him, but Trinity reminded him to not turn his back to her, placing a bullet in the shoulder blade. The old man fell to his knees, doing all he could to muffle a scream. All he could do was watch and the cabin member tightened her grip around Happys’ thoat.
A loud crack liberated him from his thrashing as his neck broke.
“It’s a shame, I really thought he would make it…” Again, Unlucky noticed a hint of sadness in the newcomer’s eyes, hint that disappeared almost as fast as it appeared. “Too bad so sad. So you might have a few questions. If so, the crew and I will do our best to answer you.”
“I will kill you assh*le”. The old veteran still seemed to want to cry in pain, yet was able to issue a not very convincing threat.
“I seem to have gotten that sir, and I welcome you to try. Anything else?”
“I have a few inquiries.”
“Ah yes. Uhmmmm… Unlucky was it? I’m sure that you have a lot of questions.” This time, Unlucky found gleefulness in the man’s voice. He seemed excited.
“Could we maybe change places? I think it might take a while, and the sight of these corpses are making me feel a tad nauseous.”
“Of course, of course. Where are my manners? Come come all of you. The cockpit is quite spacious. Especially after being a tad remodeled. I think it will suit you tastes”, he said as walking away in a fast pace.
Unlucky finally stood up, helped by Kura, who surprisingly enough, didn’t take the wounded side. Trinity still pointed her gun to his head, as a reminder to not do something he might regret. Lyly on the other hand, was dragged on the floor by the armpits by the two reminding crew members, who seemed to pay no heed to the man’s suffering.
The Frenchman didn’t want to do anything stupid at this point. What he wanted were answers, and he was about to get them.