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The Dornier dived toward the ground at high speed. Inside the small commercial flight high-pitched desperate screams filled Snowflake’s ears. She tried to maintain stable by grabbing at a seat back beside her but was knocked down by another heavy body. She tumbled down uncontrollably, until her head was bumped at a hard board heavily, and she lost consciousness.
The next time when she opened her eyes the first idea that went into her mind was that the plane had stopped dropping. Great relief filled her body. Her eyesight focused on the face hanging above her. It was the well-known DrSpike. “You are ok.” He said assuredly, putting something on her right temple.
Not too far away, Snowflake could overhear heated quarrels. “Great! Now we are trapped in the middle of nowhere.” It was the sarcastic comment of that logging industry executive, Mr. Smilie. The pilot Theben was quick to fight back. “You should have listened when I said ‘turn off all electronics’.”
“Didn’t you say ‘turn on’?” Snapped Bishop Heresson, with the self-righteous attitude of “I’m infallible”.
“What?” Interjected Nikolai, the angry scientist. “That pitiful excuse is of no use, I saw you used that iPod right after take-off.”
“What were you doing in the cockpit, mister?” Theben replied accusingly. “Was it you who yelled ‘drop that!’ which made me startled and lost control?”
“Of course it wasn’t me! I was there a good two hours ago!” The argument became inaudible again with everybody talking angrily at once.
“Stop that! People! You should be glad that you are still alive! Theben didn’t abandon us and he managed to stable the plane and force landed it. What more do you want?” DrSpike shouted, trying to speak for the pilot. He was feeling a little guilty over the fact that he was happily posting at Poly one second before the crash. The bitching back and force that lasted for hours finally receded, with people reflecting how lucky they were, coming out of the crash of a plane almost unharmed.
“What do we want? Get out of here is what we want.” Grumbled the cook Hercules, who was sure that he had just missed his trophy at the fifth world cuisine competition. He tried again to pull the handle of the emergency door, only to be stopped by the pilot. “Don’t be silly! It is dark outside. You don’t even know where we have landed. We need to wait until the morning.”
“We should at least try to contact somebody with the communication system in the plane.” Suggested Whoha. “We should, shouldn’t we?” Replied Theben. “Only if somebody could make it work. Can you?” Theben looked at Whoha curiously. “What is your profession any way?”
“Erm, I can’t really …” Whoha mumbled, backing off to his own corner. The night was a little cold, but everybody was tired after the scare of a life time. Eventually the whole plane fell into the dream land. “It wouldn’t be dead if it was a Mac …” Said FlameFlash in his dream.
A drop of sunlight shinned on the eyelids of Mr. Tacticus. He opened his eyes. What happened last night started to sink back in. A happy squeal escaped his lips when he looked out of the window. “The ground!” It was the ground, some ten meters down from them. The plane appeared to be landed on top of a massive amount of pine trees. Green needle-shaped leaves surrounded the plane. The people became excited, discussing ways to escape to the ground.
“What’s wrong with you?” Mr. vovan (you’re in right?) noticed that self-biased didn’t look right somehow. Was that typical of an occultist to sit there all day without moving? “And what a strange name.” He thought. The eyes of self-biased stared ahead, as if he saw something terrible. Following self-biased’s line of sight, Vovan looked over. His face turned pale. It was Snowflake, lying there unmoved. She was apparently dead.
DrSpike was very confused after examining Snowflake’s body. “She couldn’t have died of her minor concussion last night.” He turned her head to the side, revealing two red teeth marks on her neck. “This could only suggest one thing …” The people looked at each other as DrSpike’s voice trailed off. Now who was the guy that told them the legend of Vampires in the Black Forest on their little ill fated air trip?
The next time when she opened her eyes the first idea that went into her mind was that the plane had stopped dropping. Great relief filled her body. Her eyesight focused on the face hanging above her. It was the well-known DrSpike. “You are ok.” He said assuredly, putting something on her right temple.
Not too far away, Snowflake could overhear heated quarrels. “Great! Now we are trapped in the middle of nowhere.” It was the sarcastic comment of that logging industry executive, Mr. Smilie. The pilot Theben was quick to fight back. “You should have listened when I said ‘turn off all electronics’.”
“Didn’t you say ‘turn on’?” Snapped Bishop Heresson, with the self-righteous attitude of “I’m infallible”.
“What?” Interjected Nikolai, the angry scientist. “That pitiful excuse is of no use, I saw you used that iPod right after take-off.”
“What were you doing in the cockpit, mister?” Theben replied accusingly. “Was it you who yelled ‘drop that!’ which made me startled and lost control?”
“Of course it wasn’t me! I was there a good two hours ago!” The argument became inaudible again with everybody talking angrily at once.
“Stop that! People! You should be glad that you are still alive! Theben didn’t abandon us and he managed to stable the plane and force landed it. What more do you want?” DrSpike shouted, trying to speak for the pilot. He was feeling a little guilty over the fact that he was happily posting at Poly one second before the crash. The bitching back and force that lasted for hours finally receded, with people reflecting how lucky they were, coming out of the crash of a plane almost unharmed.
“What do we want? Get out of here is what we want.” Grumbled the cook Hercules, who was sure that he had just missed his trophy at the fifth world cuisine competition. He tried again to pull the handle of the emergency door, only to be stopped by the pilot. “Don’t be silly! It is dark outside. You don’t even know where we have landed. We need to wait until the morning.”
“We should at least try to contact somebody with the communication system in the plane.” Suggested Whoha. “We should, shouldn’t we?” Replied Theben. “Only if somebody could make it work. Can you?” Theben looked at Whoha curiously. “What is your profession any way?”
“Erm, I can’t really …” Whoha mumbled, backing off to his own corner. The night was a little cold, but everybody was tired after the scare of a life time. Eventually the whole plane fell into the dream land. “It wouldn’t be dead if it was a Mac …” Said FlameFlash in his dream.
A drop of sunlight shinned on the eyelids of Mr. Tacticus. He opened his eyes. What happened last night started to sink back in. A happy squeal escaped his lips when he looked out of the window. “The ground!” It was the ground, some ten meters down from them. The plane appeared to be landed on top of a massive amount of pine trees. Green needle-shaped leaves surrounded the plane. The people became excited, discussing ways to escape to the ground.
“What’s wrong with you?” Mr. vovan (you’re in right?) noticed that self-biased didn’t look right somehow. Was that typical of an occultist to sit there all day without moving? “And what a strange name.” He thought. The eyes of self-biased stared ahead, as if he saw something terrible. Following self-biased’s line of sight, Vovan looked over. His face turned pale. It was Snowflake, lying there unmoved. She was apparently dead.
DrSpike was very confused after examining Snowflake’s body. “She couldn’t have died of her minor concussion last night.” He turned her head to the side, revealing two red teeth marks on her neck. “This could only suggest one thing …” The people looked at each other as DrSpike’s voice trailed off. Now who was the guy that told them the legend of Vampires in the Black Forest on their little ill fated air trip?
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