Chapter 6:

“The Plane Crash”


Daniel Ferdinand Reussoux was fast asleep until a startling jolt woke him with a sudden, sharp snap. He was groggy for a moment, and it took a few seconds for his vision to clear, before the sounds around him came rushing back in.


The fuselage of the Boeing 727 was dark, dimly lit by the screens in the back of each reclining chair. The chairs were a dark grey with navy blue trims, and the armrests had inbuilt buttons to recline the chair the 12 degrees back the airline so graciously allowed one to go if they wanted to attempt to sleep as Daniel had been.


The rushing, roaring sounds of air screaming across the surfaces of the plane outside added a drull, droning to the noises around him, as he looked about at the other passengers aboard the aircraft. Some were watching their screens, headphones in, eyes glazed over, and the rest appeared to be sleeping, their eyes closed and their breathing calm and steady despite the affluent torrent of turbulence that had just woken him up.


Someone behind him coughed roughly, a hacking sound that cut through the air like a knife slicing through room-tempered butter. A whooshing noise to his left told him that someone had just entered one of the bathrooms, probably to dispose of the contents of the earlier dinner that had been provided with the flight; always the same or similar in its contents and consistency, airplane food seemed to be made for one singular purpose, to go straight through you, forcing you out of your seat and onto the toilet.


Suddenly a scream cut through the airplane, the sound so sharp and piercing that was eerie enough to send a shiver straight up Daniel’s spine. The scream was immediately followed by an explosion of turbulence that started instantly, the plane going from smooth and steady to the violent shake of a small car on a heavily cobbled road. Daniel barely had time to process this before the plane suddenly nosedived, the motion so violent that those not wearing seatbelts (which was almost everyone but Daniel, since he was a nervous flyer and always wore his seatbelt on or in any moving vehicle) were thrown into the ceiling of the airplane, and the fuselage was filled with the thumps and bumps of bodies smacking into the hard surface. Screams and shouts followed, and one person made a quiet “huh!” before he was slammed back into the floor, knocked immediately unconscious by the force of the blow.


The chaos inside the failing tin can was intense as Daniel felt the speed of the falling plane increase, the screams around him more deafening than the sound of the air rushing against the plummeting aircraft. He heard a tearing sound behind him that was accompanied by a terrifying screeching, shortly after the sounds of rushing air intensified tenfold, and as he looked behind him a woman went tearing past his head, screaming Bloody Mary as she was sucked out of the back of the now open plane. The tail had separated from the rest of the aircraft, and he could see it spiralling down as it flew further and further away as the plane continued to fall.


The End.

….More coming soon.