by GoozX
Over the ocean and just outside the coastline of La Perdita, a small jet shook as the furious winds pounded its side. Inside the cockpit, the pilots attempted to keep everything together and make it through the outskirts of Hurricane Jason.
By an unlucky chance, the jet took off before the alerts of Hurricane Jason were made. It was almost like someone controlled the fury of Jason and detoured it toward the island. If only the answer was so simple. Nature was unpredictable, to say the least.
"We're flying blind!" Jesse Stevenson, a second-year pilot turned to his co-pilot, Mark Franklin. He was speechless; never before had he been put in such a spot.
Inside the plane, the passengers remained calm. The fear and horror of the situation had already sunk in. Behind the windows, all that could be seen was black with occasional flashes of light. The sound of rain and hail pounded the sides of the jet with a steady rhythm. It would only be a matter of time before the craft was ripped apart by its seams.
In the fifth row, seat 6D, sat Samuel Dawson. He sat and laughed to himself for a moment. This was not what he had expected. While he was younger, if you had asked him where he would want to be at nineteen and twenty years old, his story would have been very different. The drama that had filled his life would be gone. The pain and misery would have never filled his heart and soul as it did. All he could do was laugh.
Next to him, a young woman leaned her head on the window. Her light brown hair fell on the side of her face as she held back tears. Another flash of light struck from outside. She turned toward Sam. "We're gonna die, aren't we?"
Sam nodded his head. "Looks that way."
Finally, her tears began flowing. There was so much she wanted to do and so much of the world that she had yet to see. Sam put his arm around her. "I'm sorry, I didn't..."
"It's okay. It was a stupid question."
"I wish I could have given you a better answer."
"You could have always lied."
"Yeah, well, I did. We are going to be fine, I promise."
"Thanks."
There was a pause between the two. They both held back from the outside world.
"My name is Megan..."
"Sam."
"It's nice to meet you."
"Yeah, likewise." Sam cracked a half-smile before a violent vision struck his head.
Bodies burning, innocents being tortured, people enslaved. A world almost ripped out of time itself, huge columns and statues. Gladiators and knights raged in a civil war. An eye, almost serpentlike, and a voice: "One true order."
Sam gritted his teeth as he came to, a rage in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" Megan asked. He turned to her, his face changed. His expression softened.
"We're gonna wish this storm had taken us!"
Before she could react to his words, lighting struck the jet from all sides. A blue energy engulfed it for a few moments.
Silence followed as the jet disappeared into thin air, without a trace.
Continued in Chapter 1: Stand Back; There's a Hurricane Comin' Through