His body laid dead, I walked to him and kicked him by his neck to make sure he was deceased. I counted at least ten bullets that I sprayed inside him. Slavic held his ear and attempted to stop it from bleeding as I sat beside him.
"Where are we going?" I whispered softly into his good ear.
"You'll see soon Castro, my question is why haven't you killed me?"
"I'll need you and Castillo, because Castillo is obviously flying this thing. If I kill him, we're going straight down. But you Slavic, your just my hostage. I hit the reverse button on yo ass."
He smiled. "I won't be your hostage for long."
"What does that mean?"
He looked up, staring me in the eye. "Just be aware, you cannot defeat me Castro."
"Who exactly are you?"
"My name is Slavic."
The strong winds covered up the remaining of his words. Someone opened one of the emergency exits in the plane. Moments later, the sound of another plane caught my attention. I gave the gun to Morgan.
"Keep him at gun point!" I yelled as I snatched the machete from Slavic's waist.
"It's another plane! It's hovering above us Rose!" Morgan yelled back.
I looked back at Slavic, who was seating on his butt. He was trying to cover up the bleeding from the little remaining of his ear with a shirt. It looked like it was still gushing with blood. If I choose not to cut off his head, he'll certainly bleed out and die anyway.
"Watch him!" I yelled again to Morgan as I proceeded down the walkway to the emergency door.
Suddenly, the plane shook and I fell on my back. Everything was wild, people were screaming for their lives. They were terrified, they were just civilians that were brought in this because of me. I put all these innocent people through this, it's my job to get them out safe.
When I reached the emergency door, I held on as I peeked outside. The plane above us was much larger than the one we were in. It was black, it had antagonist written all over it. I cursed to myself as I attempted to close the door. I nearly tripped and flew out the plane, so I stopped trying and proceeded forward.
Castillo wasn't flying the plane fast as before. My guess was that he slowed down for the bigger plane above us. If he isn't flying the plane, I can kill him. If he is flying the plane, I can kill him and learn how to became a pilot in ten seconds or die. I reached the cockpit and eyed Castillo.
He didn't hesitate to attack me. He smacked my arm, causing the machete to fly from my hands. He followed with a punch to my face, I attempted to dodge but failed. I could feel the bruising beginning at the bottom of my eye. It was painful, my vision blurred in my left eye. I was handicapped, he had an upper hand on me now. I had to make it even, or certain death is guaranteed.
His next punch, I expected. I used my arm to block it, but he was too strong and powerful. He followed his punch with another jab, punching me into the wall. I held my breathe as my back hit the wall hard, I was getting my ass kicked. I hate getting my ass kicked.
He eyed the machete on the ground. Now I had my plan formulated in my head. The second he bent down to pick the knife up, I kicked him in his shit. My kick was powerful enough to make his nose bloody, but it was also powerful enough to piss him off more. He swung at me like he was Mike Tyson at his prime, I dodged each blow like I was Ali at his prime. My first punch, I gave him right in his waist. After connecting to his side, I uppercut him in the stomach. I smiled grimly at him as he lost breath, I knocked the wind out of his bitch ass.
I dug my nail into his face and scratched his eye. He yelled in agony as I grabbed the knife from the ground and positioned myself to launch it inside his throat, just like I positioned myself to launch it in Darion's throat when we had that major fight. But just like with Darion, I was grabbed from behind.
The man grabbed me with force. I could tell it was a man, a hostile man that was attempting to snatch me away. But it couldn't be Slavic, he shouldn't be strong enough to yank me like this. The man had my body in control, I was in his arms and pressed against his chest.
But I didn't panic, my mind flooded with thoughts but I controlled them. I secured my brain on one major thought and forced the machete inside the man's thigh. His grip on me loosened and I yanked away from his arms and punched Castillo hard as I could in his jaw to knock him out, then turned back to the man who grabbed me.
I kicked the knife that I launched inside his thigh, I dug my nails into his neck and yanked the knife out his thigh. I stabbed him in the head and tossed his body to the side. That's when I spotted the other two heavily armed men at the emergency exit door. They must had came down from the plane above us to assist Slavic.
Both of the soldiers noticed me. I threw my machete at one of the soldiers, hoping it would stab him in a spot to where he can't shoot my vulnerable ass. He moved, causing the knife to just skim his face. My next instinct was to pick up the gun, owned by the man I just stabbed in the head.
I grabbed it, but couldn't even lift it up before they sprayed bullets at my ass. I fell on my back and panicked for cover. The men were just rapidly shooting with absolutely no care of where the bullets landed, then it hit me that they were shooting through the civilians as well.
One the men's shooting stopped, I lifted my body from cover as the other man stopped as well. His body was turned from me, his gun was aimed at Morgan, she must've shot the other. She risked her life for me, I pulled the trigger to my weapon killing the man before he could harm Morgan. I slowly crossed through the dead bodies to Morgan. I hugged her softly, she let go of the gun she held and dropped it to the ground.
"I'm so sorry you had to do that." I whispered in her ear. "You saved my life, I'm so thankful to have you!"
Morgan never took a man's life before. It was plain obvious to see, she was devastated to pull the trigger to that gun. That's exactly why she dropped the gun when I hugged her. That was why tears fell from her eyes as I hugged her. She's been through hell, but she's strong enough to manage through it. I know she can manage through it.
"The plane isn't falling." I said softly. Castillo wasn't flying it, I had absolutely no idea how we were still flying steadily.
"Because the plane above us is connecting us as one, that's how those soldiers got in here." Morgan explained.
I nodded. "A wire?"
"Yes."
I found it weird how close we were to each others ears. But there's no other way we could communicate with each other. Our background was far too loud for us to speak normally to each other. Morgan leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down to the floor.
If we were connected to the bigger plane, that meant more of them were sure to come down. I'm positive that they didn't just have three men inside that big ass plane above us. Now, I had to cut off the connected wire to cut off the circulation with the planes.
I grabbed the Slavic's machete from the floor. I sighed as I reached the emergency door. The black rope was just outside the emergency door. I had no idea how I was going to cut this rope, different plans went through my head.
I put the handle of the machete in my mouth and jumped to the rope. I gripped it tightly and made sure my handling was secure before I climbed up the rope. Halfway up the rope, I could see how the smaller plane was attached to the bottom of the bigger plane.
I sighed softly as I connected the machete to the rope and began cutting. It took about five minutes of struggling, but the rope finally cut. I continued climbing up to the entrance of the bigger plane.
I peeked inside before climbing up, there was only two men seated. It should be easy to kill just two men, so I lifted myself up into the plane. I ran by the closer guy and slit his throat, then threw the knife into the other guys head. I sighed in relief, climbing was the hardest part. I knew killing the two men would be easy to do.
Now my objective was to seize the pilot of the plane. I took the knife from the man's head and turned around to a gun aimed at me. The man holding the gun seemed extremely angry. I killed two of his friends, of course he was angry. I attempted to stab his hand, so he would drop the gun. Instead of it going my way as it always does, he pulled the trigger to his gun.
The sharp pain filled my shoulder, it quickly raced it's way through my body making me numb. My hand became stiff, enclosing on the knife harder. My legs began to shiver and quake. My vision went dull, my body became too heavy for me to carry much longer. It felt like forever but it only took seconds, everything became dark and my body gave in on me.