Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Chornus ❯ Volume Three: Chapter Seventeen: Wind Storm ( Chapter 17 )

Wind Storm

So strange…

Anna Jane tugged on Logan's sleeve.

“Logan,” she whispered. “Logan. Logan!” The cowboy jerked awake.

“Huh? What?” he asked.

“Look,” she whispered. The girl pointed out the window. The clouds grew darker.

“Oh…” he muttered. Suddenly, the plane started shaking. Anna Jane grabbed her armrests.

“What? What's going on?” Vivian asked.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the woman said over the intercom. “We are experiencing some minor turbulence. Please stay calm. We will get through this. Please keep and calm and breathe.” The children didn't look convinced. It began to rain.

The shaking didn't stop. Vivian hung on to the best of her ability.

“This is turbulence?!” she shouted. Thunder erupted outside. The geisha screamed. Logan had to lightly shush her.

“Shhh. It will be okay,” he whispered. “Just breathe. Keep calm. Keep calm.” Vivian took in slow breaths. That didn't help ease the storm. Anna Jane watched the lighting flash.

The storm grew thicker as time dragged on. The soldiers had brave faces the whole time. Vivian looked around, panicked.

“Where did this storm come from?” she asked hanging onto her armrests. A sergeant sat behind her, breathing hard.

“We might have to do an emergency landing,” he said. The geisha whipped her head around.

“Land where?!” she asked.

“Scully will find a place,” he said. Vivian looked ready to cry. Logan grabbed her hand. Anna Jane pulled Teddy into her lap. George started wailing.

“Attention passengers!” the woman shouted over the intercom. “Everyone exit to the rescue pods! I repeat! Everyone to the rescue pods!” Forget orderly fashion. The soldiers hurried to the escape pods. The children got separated in the shuffle. Sirens blared everywhere. The winds had grown worse by now. The plane rocked like it was drunk. At one point, the plane was tilted to the right and still trying to fly straight. It didn't look like it would stay up in the air. Even the pilot started to panic.

“This is it, everyone,” she said. “Pray that we survive. I wish you luck.” The storm picked up and the plane shook worse. And then…

Crash!

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Drip. Drip. Drip.

Anna Jane slowly fluttered her eyes open when she heard muzzled sounds outside. She unfastened her belt and lifted the door to the pod. Only trees far as the eye could see.

“Huh?” Anna Jane asked. “Where am I?”

Crash Landing