The Last Flight

by Rew

Chapter 1: The Last Flight

“Now boarding Delta Airlines Flight 456, heading to New York City. If our first class fliers would make their way to the boarding desk now, we can speed things along.” a woman spoke. A few people woke up their sleeping friends and family members. The laptops of businessmen were put away and the books were closed. I glanced around, and checked the time on my watch. 1:30 in the afternoon, Eastern Standard. I turned off my phone, knowing from previous experience how useless most electronics were if you were flying for a short period. The flight wouldn’t be more than two hours, hopefully just an hour. It certainly cut down on gas, but the tickets weren’t cheap either. My name is Tom Clayford, and I was to meet up with a few friends over in New York. We had a small group that got together and went to places such as Canterlot Gardens or Bronycon. We spent more money than we should have, but it didn’t really matter. The whole group was getting together as a celebration, to put it simply. We had all enlisted into the American military the same week. Within the next month, we were going to be taken in for training. We were gathering together one last time to catch up on the latest season of Friendship is Magic. I heard the woman call for people flying in the economy to please come to the front.

Sighing, I stood and pulled out my ticket and walked to the front. I fell in the back of the line. In front of me stood two men in casual wear, laughing and joking. One of them, the taller of the two, seemed to be having a heart attack every time he laughed. Shaking my head, I looked down at my ticket. Seat B-15. As time went on, the line began to grow smaller and smaller, although it seemed to take a few hours. When I reached the front, I barely spoke to the woman at the desk, just telling her what she needed to know, and showing her my ticket. I was motioned to take my luggage and carry-on down the plane’s boarding hall. When I reached the plane’s boarding doors, I noticed where other people’s luggage already was, and put mine with them. I stepped through the plane’s door, and walked to my seat. I put my carry-on luggage and sunk into my seat. A few minutes into the flight, the flight attendants were giving basic safety rules. I sighed, and drifted off to sleep, having heard this whole run-down a thousand times.

I woke up to screams, and a breathing mask around my face. My eyes grew wide in panic, and I looked around. The plane felt that it was taking a nosedive, and many people were bracing themselves against the chairs. Instantly, I was able to figure out what was going on. We were crashing, and I was going to die. The passenger beside me was crying. It made me want to cry. There was so much I had left to do. The flight attendants were nowhere to be seen. I gave one look out the open window, and saw how close we were to the ground. I gave up, and closed my eyes. Then we hit into the ground. The plane crumple, and I managed to open my eyes. I looked around. The man beside me was missing, and I noticed my leg was trapped underneath part of the plane’s roof. I heard people crying, and I noticed blood on my hands. My blood, as I noticed by putting my hand to my forehead. I tried to lift the metal off my leg, but could only scream as the metal gave evidence the fact that my leg was broken. I couldn’t do anything but lay there and listen to the screams. There was a man standing and looking around. I tried to call out to him, but it only came out as a whimper. The man staggered and hit the wall, and muttered something. He reached one of the emergency doors, and stepped out, leaving it open. From what I could hear, there weren’t many people outside the plane, but they seemed to be organizing something. A warmth finally crept into my senses, and I noticed a fire at the back of the plane. I faintly noticed there had to be something more than an ordinary crash, but I was slipping into darkness. I tried to keep myself and listen on the voices, but as time went out, I couldn’t. I slipped into darkness.

I don’t know if I was dreaming or not. I guess it didn’t really matter, because I was waken up again soon. The voices were gone, and I couldn’t tell what was going on. I couldn’t feel my leg, and the fire was getting closer. I finally managed to lift the metal off my leg. I tried to stand, but only fell back down. I noticed that I was still bleeding out, and nearly laughed at the fact that I wasn’t dead yet. I slipped back into nothingness once again. This time, I knew I dreamt. A soothing voice was the only thing that I heard. There was only darkness, and that voice. “Do not be afraid, child. You have nothing to fear. You’re time is drawing near in this world, but greater things will await you. Do not be afraid,” the voice faded, until I was just seeing the darkness again. I woke up, but I felt…different somehow. I stood up, managing to support myself this time. I looked around, but saw none of the bodies remaining. I slowly walked over to the emergency door. I had to shield my eyes from the brightness that swarmed in at the door. I stepped out and looked around. There was nobody around. The plane seemed to look fine from the outside, but I wasn’t why. I noticed a small village-looking speck in the distance. Looking around, I noticed this place didn’t look like New York City as well. A flat area surrounded the plane. The grass was nearly a “perfect” shade of green. A few trees stood in the west, and a few animals scurried on them. I re-entered the crashed plane, and searched to find my carry-on. I managed to find it, where I had left it when we took out. I didn’t know what was going on, but I didn’t care at this point. Maybe I was dead, like the voice told me, or maybe I was still alive. Either way, I decided to leave plane and slowly headed towards the speck in the distance. Maybe somebody would be able to explain to me what was going on here. For some reason, my cell phone wasn’t picking up a signal here, so maybe they would have a phone in the village. I put my bag on my back and began walking.