Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ 45 Blue ❯ Chapter 1: Incidence. Episode 1: The Crash. ( Chapter 1 )

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Chapter 1: Incidence

Episode 1: The Crash

The glossy moon that shone in the sky faded down his ambience upon the placid sway of the jade long grass; the cool breeze swept across the horizon as her wings flew over the dust and air. It seemed half clear and half cloudy that night; with the moonshine, was beaming through the fading clouds of silent grey and silver stars glowing softly upon space.

“So, we still got another week of vacation left; if you don't want to go back to work soon, we might as well stay here away from the city.”

Two men were found lying in the field of cotton blades of grass; both in their early 20's, with the calm ocean gently crashing her body on the shores up and away, repeating herself over and over again. One man had dark chocolate feathery hair, slightly loose black t-shirt and boyfriend jeans that were crinkled a little around the waist. The other man had short hair, with a gel-filled fringe curving out in front of his forehead, paler skin than the man next to him, with a loose white top and khaki combat trouser. They both were lying still with their arms crossed behind their heads; staring at the midnight and listening to hushing shore.

“Wouldn't it be great if we stay right here, even though the summer house is a few 100 yards behind us?”

“I guess so, the grass seems soft enough.” The dark-headed man chuckled lightly and then turned his head to the blonde. “Sono?” The other man turned as well.

“Hmm, what is it Ashitaka?”
“You never really told me how you became Sergeant, and what happened before you transferred from America.”
“You seem so interested in my background, why is that?”
“Curiosity. I knew you had a nervous breakdown back in Los Angeles.”
“Yeah…if you need to know that, you DO need to know what happened.”
“You don't have to tell me if it's too much for you.”
“No. No, I'm recovered from all the overdramatics. I'm okay with it…really.”
“Ok…so…how did it begin?” Sono then turned his head slowly back at the sky. He then tries to remember back down within his mind, trying to remember what happened…what happened…what happened…

“His systolic heart beat is rising over 104; give him more oxygen pump now!”
“Blood pressures increasing; he's panicking way too much. We need to calm him down!”
Men in white cloaks and heart-hearing gadgets hanging loosely from their necks. Plastic bags filled with morphine swung rapidly by the metal stands near side his bed. Feet were pounding onto the white plastic floor, with his vision becoming hazy and double-visional. There was a rubber visor smothering his mouth, as he tried to push it away from his lips, yet the women in uniforms swept his hands away from the mask.

Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump!

He could hear his heart thumping hard against his chest heavily and rapidly.

Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump!

Pressure was building up against his lungs.

Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump!

He could pass out at any minute.

Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump!

“Sono, Don't give up on us now!”
“Increase Morphine by 100 milliliters. Increase Oxygen pump by 150 grams.”
“He's still not calming down! Sono. Sono!”
He looked up with his hazy violet eyes. A man worryingly looked down at him.

“Sono, you must stay awake!”

“Can't…breathe…”

“You have…to calm yourself down!”
“Help…me…”

“Sono…Sono don't pass out!”
“Please help me…”
The shouting words from the man blurred and faded gradually away from his hearing, and the vision of his figure mixed and perplexed him into an unclear black.

“Please…help…me…”

“…Connor…”

Long hours passed away. Minutes were used up. Seconds flashed and were then drawn missing from the moments. A sickly white light dimly glowed electricity from the wires within the building. The bleeping from machines that were speaking out numbers in tens lay still near the side of his bed. The ill pale light was still blurry to focus on; still too diffused, still too indistinct to make out. But a shadow overcame the light, as it stood boldly in its way. It was a man. His image became sharper. The man looked in closer, looking down at the other in bed. The patient turned his head to a side as the monitor kept bleeping and bleeping every 2 seconds. He slowly but finally opened his eyes, with the dark grey bags drooping from below his lightly bruised eyes. He took a silent breath in, and looked up. The image was almost clear to him now. He cringed his brows and took another gasp, as then the man called out his name.

“…wake up.”

“Sono? Sono, wake up.”

He turned his head to a side as the monitor kept bleeping and bleeping every 2 seconds. He slowly but finally opened his eyes, with the dark grey bags drooping from below his lightly bruised eyes.

“Thank God you're still here; I thought you were gone for sure.” A man in a black, thick cotton long coat with a white blouse and a black tie, with tailored trousers and polished shoes, along with hair a little bit more darker and fluffier than Sono's was. The patient dozily looked up, after realizing that there were stickers strapped to his chest that was covered in a bright blue hospital gown, and there were cannulers impaled into both of his arms; one through his left hand, the other dug deep into the vein of the inner elbow joint. He just stared at the black-coated man for stranded moments.

“How are you feeling?” Sono still kept quite for longer seconds. He then squinted his eyes for one slow instant as then his dry throat brought out a few minor coughs. “Oh you need water? Here, have some of this.” He went over to a desk, and where he spotted a water jug and a glass of water, he smoothly poured it into the glass and handed it over to Sono's week hand. The patient managed to lift the glass enough for the material to press against his lips and let the liquid flow down his throat; refreshing his senses again, he handled the drink back down to the desk on his side, and rested his head back on the abnormally large but tender pillow behind him. More slow seconds reoccurred once more, but his eyes were kept firmly on the black cloaks.

“What the hell happened out there Sono? How did it happen?”

Silence.

“…The engines malfunctioned.” He ultimately spoke in a brusque voice. “…Me and the joint commander tried to level off the sir-locks to keep the ship in balance, but pressure began to build in the back bunkers; we knew we couldn't make a soft landing…but then…joint…commander…” He then looked his violet eyes up at the man; he was looking down with sorrow and despair. Something happened, and it wasn't good. “Connor! Where's Connor?! Tell me!” He jerked from his place a little with his shoulders hunched and his hands placed flat and firm on the fabric of the hospital bed. The black cloaks sighed.

“I'm sorry Sono…but…”

“No.”
“…but…”

“No.” The patient kept shaking his head in ignorance and distraught, with his voice rising up.”
“…we found his remains at the crash site; he didn't make it. I'm sorry.” Sono's heart felt a devil's spear rip through the beating muscle as it began to thump harder and faster again.

Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump!

“No.” He turned his head away. “No.” He lifted his body a little higher. “No.” His breathing pulsated. “No!” Sweat ran down his cheeks and chest. “No!” He gritted his teeth. “No!” He couldn't take it anymore….”NOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

“Sono! Calm down!”
“NOOOOOOO!!!” The screaming man gripped both hands onto his head, not feeling the pain of the cannulers ripping and drawing their drip tubes out from his veins. But the black-cloaked man tried to get him to cool down by placing both of his firm hands onto his shoulders to hold the patient steady.

“Pilot! Please calm yourself! You'll only make yourself worse!”
“HE DIED FOR ME! WHY?! THE STUPID SON OF A BITCH SHOULDN'T HAVE!! WHY?! WHY?! WH—.”

Suddenly his throat clogged up with a hostile flavor of blood; he began to choke and gag violently, flicking his head back and clenching his fists on the bed sheets.

“Oh shit! Doctor! Nurse! Anyone, help!” seconds later one doctor and two nurses arrived as the man backed out from the surrounded area.

“Doctor, he's going into another anaphylactic shock.”
“Get me a 50 milliliter of Temazepam in a syringe and hurry.”
“Yes sir!” One of the nurses jogged quickly to the treatment room, whilst the other one raise the oxygen mask from the stand and threaded it over Sono's mouth again, as well as checking that the cannulers were still in place. The Doctor wrapped a pump round his right bicep and stared at the monitor as the pump activated in putting pressure on his arm. The numbers weren't good.

“Blood pressure is rising. His systolic is rising over 90.” Moments later the other nurse arrived back into the room, where she then wrapped on a clean pair of rubber gloves and quickly but carefully, took off the safety cap from the needle and injected it into the patients left arm. Deep cold breaths expanded out on the rubber plastic mask, yet his heart couldn't stop vivaciously.

“Sono, please calm down.”

“Please calm down Sono…”

“You mustn't get him excited like that at this point; he is still recovering from shock, I'm sure you can tell him his duties in about a day when he get's better, Colonel.”

“I'm sorry if I have caused more damage to his system.”
“Oh not at all; we're giving him high dosage of safe medicine that can cool his homeostasis down back to normal, but what I'm more concerned is how the crash effected his brain.” The Colonel sighed as he watched Sono breathing deeply in and out again with the mask still attached to his face. “I suggest we put him on Lithium for a short period; maybe that can return his cerebral system back to normal too.”
“Maybe…if I tell him about that, he would immediately say no…however…as I've been appointed to take him into my custody for health reasons…I hope he'll understand.”
“That's very wise of you Colonel, I suggest we let him rest now and give him some rest for the time being; he can be discharged tomorrow.”
“Excellent.”

The morning rose on the other side. The pale sunlight split into the room widely. His eyes slowly opened as the beam hit his face. Staring at the ceiling, he sighed over the panic attack he had…twice. He gradually raised his upper half off the flat cotton surface of the white bed; looking down at the thin blue sheets that kept him warm in the night. His droning seconds then drew his eyes over to a sports bag which was filled with his set of clothes that would be usual to his vision.

A young nurse was then found carefully pulling out the cannuler from his arm and hand, as then she pressed down a clean cotton cloth to refuse the flow of blood to rise out. Afterwards she gently placed little circular plasters on the holes that were dug through his skin.

“There you go sir; you won't need the use of drips now that you're feeling better.”
“Thank you.” He frailly replied back at the young lady, when she then placed the used drip needles into a small tray and carried it off whilst she walked up to the door, before turning her head round for one message.

“Oh! You'll have a visitor to come pick you up before you get discharged. He will be in about 3 hours.” Sono jerked his head up a little with a small grunt from his mouth, before he let a quiet `hmm' noise with a nod, which was rewarded with a smile from the nurse, before she then walked out from the room completely. Sono still looked down at his sheets like a still portrait, even as the doctors and nurses still hurriedly walked across the corridors and telephones ringing and demanding to be picked up by human hands. Still, the slow seconds must have entertained the patient in a way; probably the only way he can keep himself calm.

Later on within the morning, he already dressed into a white hooded jumper with dark khaki trousers along with thick Vans trainers that were half covered with the ends of the trousers. He stared out at the window as the pastel sunlight lurked and spilled onto the pavement outside beside the cars growling by the overcrowded space of the parking areas. His reflection was still and lifeless like an identical doll staring back into his violet eyes, yet he felt as if it was his soul mirroring his emotions as he watched.
His eyes then slowly closed and activated his hearing senses to the sound of his heartbeat.

Ba-Dump…Ba-Dump…Ba-Dump…Ba-Dump… ;Ba-Dump…Ba-Dump…Ba-Dump.

It was going steady, but that depends on cerebral balance of thoughts and memories flashing at the back of his brain, as he closed eyes and leaned his right arm against the window with his head pressing against it. He could hear his breathing deeply exhaling and inhaling slowly and eerily, when then metallic clanging and violently sparks flew across his ears.

But then urgent beeping shouted from computers.

A room inside his head began to shake.

And his rapid movement swung him from side to side as he tried to pull on a lever to command an order but refused.

“CONNOR!!!”

The sudden rush of his screaming voice reacted him to wake up abruptly; flicking his head off from his arm and stuttered for a moment. The creaking of the door handle then made Sono look back to see the great colonel; only this time in his light jacket and dark jeans with timberland black boots with loose ebony hairstyle. He recognized him.

“Connor, how are you feeling?” He still stared at him like thin air with no sound or soul. “I'll get your bag for you.” The colonel then walked over to his bed near to the cupboard, where there he picked up a navy blue bag filled with casual clothes. Sono walked over slowly to the side, trying to work into what the other man was planning to make him do. Silence…again, and his inert face still showed upon him.

“Don't put me on Procaine or Lithium.” The colonel then looked up when he spoke unenergetically with one of his hands clutching onto the bag. “It's the doctors; they won't listen.”
“Well…at least doctors know what's best.”
“Please don't force it.”
“I won't…” He then placed the bag onto the smooth white bed and subliminally slammed both hands onto the covers. “…as long as you can trust me. I mean, you hardly talk now since the accide-

“Don't…Matthew…just don't.” The two just stared at each other for a moment just for them to get things cleared up a little.

“You need to take them for your own sake as well as others.” Sono then returned to his soundless status as his amethyst eyes slowly turned away and back to the clear glass window, where there he then noticed a large bonsai tree with indigo sakura lightly raining down her petals, with the light cheerily bouncing off sun rays from the sky. Out ahead was a pavement near the tarmac road, but there on the pavement…there was a man Sono recognized. He had brunette wavy hair, dark plum jacket, with Levis jeans and black converses, along with a red t-shirt being covered by the jacket. Sono took in a breath for a moment, but then took a second blink only to then se the man disappeared into the dust and petals. Matthew, the colonel, looked at Sono's expressions pass the window glass and wondered a little.

“What is it?” His façade was still hypnotized by the illusion outside, until gradually turning his head back down with his vision aiming at the bag.

“Nothing…nothing at all.” Matthew remained suspicious with his eye-action, still thinking that he needs the Lithium to keep him stable.

Then suddenly a nurse came in with a clipboard connected to discharge papers.

“Sono Hiasashi? Your discharge papers are ready to be signed off.”
“Thank you…show me where I need to sign off please.”
“Yes sir, right here.” The lady then gave him a small ball-point pen where his fingers dragged the plastic figure which leaked out a stunning pattern of lines from his signature. “Right then, you're free to go.” The patient gave the nurse a faint smile as she then left the room, but then returned to a melancholic frown again when he looked away.

“Well…” A small grunt came out from Matthew when he took off the bag from the bed. “Wanna come over to the car then?” Sono looked up back at him with an unsteady silence.

Inside a black car, were Matthew driving and Sono in the passenger seat near him. The young colonel around 24 years of age was still keeping his eyes on the road with the city blocks and hustling people passing by on the pavements. Sono leaned his head near the pane of the window; watching the bees buzzing hastily riding out the rush hour as hurriedly as possible. He just stared at them like still pictures standing out with their hidden kinesthetic energy. Matthew then only managed to get one glimpse at the silent Sono, wondering why he's blocking this up so tightly in a bottle. He knows that he can talk to him; after all, he is one of the most trustworthy people to confide in. But since the crash, it seemed that it taken his enlightenment to its grave.

Later on, the keys dangled and clung together as then the metallic mechanism of the door locks, which then manually unlocked it as the wooden doors opened to a white room, with a dark grey couch and a small ebony coffee table, in which the living room is connected in with a small kitchen area, and with a small bathroom and one single bedroom out on the right hand side. Sono walked in and almost felt he was back at home. Matthew still stood outside on the rim of the apartment in the hallway with the bag still in his grasp.

“If you want me to stay with you for a couple of days, it would be fine.”
“No…no I'll be fine, thank you.” The discharged patient then looked down onto his cream carpet in a small sense of despair.

“I put the Lithium in the bag for you. Please take them, for our sakes.” Sono sighed again and tilted his head back slightly.
“Yes I will take them.”
“Thank you. I need to head off back; you can call in whenever you want to come back into the office.”
“Yeah…yeah I'll do that soon. You can go now.” He then turned his head away and out to a window that was double glazed with slides to which it lead to a small balcony outside with a view of LA.

“Call me.” Matthew dropped the bag inside and closed the door, where in the hallway he sighed before he walked back over to the elevator from whence it brought them both up to the top level of the apartment block. Sono looked behind his head where he stared at the bag filled with his clothes and the bottle of Lithium. But he then scoffed as his hastily turned his head away, and continued his observation of the beauty skyline.

However, his head then began a trip of headaches, like electric shocks driving impulses into his brain. Sono grunted quite heavily as he placed one hand on his forehead and closed his eyes shut. He decided to walk into his bedroom, where he could blurrily see that t was already made with the white sheets; similar to the hospital, only without that hygienic clean smell. He faintly collapsed his back onto it, as he twisted his body slightly with a few signs of sweat breaking upon his forehead. He turned over onto his stomach with his face pressed and shape shifted the pillow, so then he tried to sleep it out; begging for the ache to stop for a little while, probably trying to miss out on the Lithium, so he closed his eyes, only to then hear the boilers humming slowly…and quietly…

A room was silently growling with engines of advance machinery attached to the concave walls. Inside this darkened chamber, was a dim red light humming lowly, with glass-tainted, neo-designed tubes which were designed for humans to slumber inside. There were 4 people in sleeping conditions in navy blue US uniforms with eagle sew-on badges on the right side. And then there were another 4 opposite to them, all sleeping soundlessly up right in their tubes, with the humming sound of the rumbling engines.

But then, once where there were screw jolts pinned to a metal wall, shot out from their lines like bullet which then fired over the other side, but then shot through into one of the running engines, giving off a hissing sound of condensed air. A bleeping sound awoke one of the men in one of the tubes. He tossed one head to the side for a moment, before slowly turning it back to the front and opening his eye lids; it was him. Sono then saw that in front of his glass cage, a shot of a computer screen flaring up with a warning boxes and statuses of the other men's stamina; all except 2 including himself were breaking out of their slumber zones and reawakening. He then heard more rattling within the metallic walls as he turned his eyes to his right; when he then saw the holes hissing with cold air. 3 screw jolts then speared out from the holes and aimed at the man sleeping in front of them. First shot; he winced. Second shot; he groaned. Third shot; he was dead. The male status on Sono's screen immediately went down to deceased for the dead passenger. His violet eyes widened a little, as he could hear his own breathing deepen, so he then slowly gripped his fingers round a handle near his side, and forcefully pulled it down, which then mechanically opened the glass sleep tube like an automatic sliding door. The fastened belts loosened themselves from Sono's limbs and stomach. Since he then thought he was still in space, he thought that there would be less gravity for him to float off from his tube and into the control room safely. However, his body then dropped within 30 centimeters and onto the floor with a thump on his stomach. He grunted slightly as he tried to press down his hands on the floor to steady himself on. But then he head another glass tube opening, and another person came out; brunette, quite wavy hair, violet eyes, a bit taller than Sono himself, then fell accidentally flat onto Sono which made them get into a criss-cross position, both were coughing and moaning slightly for air, as the brunette tried to lift his head up.

“Why did I fall on you?” He gruffly groaned out.

“He's dead. The captain's dead. I was looking right him.” Sono's breathed out, as then the other young man rose off from him and fiddled with a gadget attached to his left wrist.

“The chrono shows that we were out for 36 hours, so the gravity wasn't supposed to kick in for another 18. Why did I fall on you?!”
“Did you hear what I said…Connor? The captain is dead.” As he heavily looked up to see the dead man bleeding in his battered tube, Connor looked around and knew that something was definitely wrong.

They both hurried into the controls room where they would manually pilot their aircraft, as then Sono launched himself into the Pilot seat, and tapped his fingers frequently on different variety of buttons.

“1550 millobars. Dropping 20 mb per minute.” Reading off the screen, a huge beeping noise rang in the area. “Shit! We're hemorrhaging air. Something must have taken a swipe at us.” Connor then jumped into the controls sectioned and drew on his protective thick black cotton gloves on.

“Alright c'mon. We better not be entering Earth's atmosphere. Just show me those stars, those big bright…” His voice drifted off when he saw one very important computer screen.

“What? What is it?” Sono looked down at the screen, where it was showing the exact opposite of what Connor was hoping for. They both stared at each other with deep concern as the moderate bleeping noise continued to ring. Something was definitely wrong.

They could then tell that their rocket ship was heading its way back to Earth with a very severe bump; there was raging firing spiraling out of control from the nose of the craft, and it was heading it's way down at immense speed. Both pilots then sprinted themselves to their docking seats; preparing and organizing themselves into professional aircraft leaders to bring the hip back down safely.

“This is an emergency broadcast from the NASA prototype ship with 5 commercial passengers on board.” Connor's voice was being echoed through a radio-transmitter which also connected with Sono's micro/headphones he connected to him as he worked on the buttons trying to give him access to what was happening outside. “We have been knocked out from Mar's orbit and heading straight into Earth's atmosphere. Come in station!”
“This is NASA responding, what's your status pilot?”

“We are being pulled back into Earth's atmosphere ahead of schedule and our engines are not responding coherently. We are confronted with a numerous amount of errors; Error 7114, 998, 726…” His list continued to reproduce, as then Sono finally managed to open the window screen, only to see a violent race of fire charging over the window through vacuum. His eyes could not be distracted at he very moment, so he focused his attention on activating a restart on the engines so that maybe they could return to their normal programs.

Suddenly, a massive updraft shuddered the airship sending it back and forth in a ferocious movement, which made both pilots; Sono and Conner, to gasp out of the timid butterflies scattering in both of their stomachs. They could feel the ship swirling downwards in a spiral motion, almost like a hellish rollercoaster trip no-one wishes to experience again.

Sono had his ears vibrating from the number of warning sirens going off in his control room. Obviously the engines were at an automatic shutdown that caused the rupture of the ships course.

“Remember what I taught you Sono, concentrate.” Fortunately for Sono, he was filled with a couple of idea's, the problem was which one would count as a last resort. He then thought about opening up the air valves under the wings to relieve pressure on the ship with pull of a handle near the side of his seat, but the ship was still imbalanced with the nose tilting in the air. Then there was one which needed to be handled carefully for; purging cargo. He had no choice, but to release one of back cargo out from the lock of the ship which led it falling and falling monstrously through the snowy clouds.

“What the fu-?! Was that a purge Sono?”
“Too heavy on the ass! I can't get the fucking nose down!” Then came down another level of cargo; letting it fall horridly to it's tumbling death as the sky lightened away from the fire, with then tracks of dust firing at the window within the beige sky of Earth's reflection of a possible desert. Now it was the two pilot spots and the cargo of the remaining passengers.

“Sono, try relieving off the pressure valves in the passenger section, maybe it can increase oxygen supply that we could-

But before he could finish his suggestion, the half ton door suddenly shut into a tight airlock. Connor grew suspicious of what happened behind him, and then tried to connect with Sono.

“Sono, what the hell are you doing?”
Turning a few knots and pressing access buttons with the movement still on shaking balances, the pilot finally responded back to him.

“I got to drop more load.” He then firmly placed his hand on the last handle but made no further action yet.

“Sono, I want you to think carefully to what you're planning to do.”
“Oh, so you don't trust the little brother now, is that it?!”
“Well maybe my little dumbass brother doesn't know what he's gonna do!”
“Listen; if you're gonna keep shouting at me like this, you might as well take the chair up here!”
“Sono, the company places full responsibility on us that those passengers getting back home safely.”
“So what? We're gonna die out of sheer fucking nobility?”
“Don't you pull that handle, Sono!” Connor then launched out from his pilot seat and pressed the emergency button on the side of the airlock doors to open, but only a third of a way, so then he could lift up a scrap piece of metal he found behind his chair to firmly stick and rummage to cause the closing to be malfunctioned. More violent shaking from the overall ship led Sono to a final decision.

“I'm not gonna die for them!” He pulled the handle, he actually pulled the handle. Could he have been so willing to save his and his brother's life through the death of a few commercial passengers? Sono knew that this was a last resort, but he felt like he had no choice; if he didn't pull the handle, the possible chances of surviving would be very little. Would you save yourselves through the lost of others?

…would you?

The error message of the airlock doors not secure, made the angry pilot pull and hack ferociously and the handle, pulling it over and over again to demand it's command.

“CONNOR!!!”
“70 seconds, Sono! You got 70 seconds to level this beast out!”
So then to one of the handles that was opened to release pressure from the wings, he violently kicked his left foot at his to be put back in it's place. Time was running out from the 70 seconds, and there was no time of hold-ups.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! SHIT! SHIT!” Finally one final kick made all the valves closed up, but the landing location remained unknown or to indistinctive to work out. The sky was already blurred with this red beige haze clouding the atmosphere. So then Sono thought of one last idea; trying to put out the wheels. This would be a very risky task, but they are already on Earth and there were no chances that are in Los Angeles. Sono tried to lean in for the button to press, but then another hustling was heard near him. Could it be the engines? Could it be the airlock doors? No…it came from outside. It came crashing through the glass shattering the surface into miniature fragments of ashes and dangerous little spears. Sono immediately covered his face with his arms and bent his back down into a crouching position slightly.

“What the fuck is happening up there Sono?!”

He couldn't reply; the gushing of the wind drowned his voice, but only made him see the orange desert thrashing pass the plains and dead prairies. Connor couldn't let his brother get killed by what could happen next, so he then jumped out from his seat for the final time, and raced down to the front deck with his pounding boots. Forcefully, he pressed down on the emergency button to gain access to the main panel, to see the scared little brother crouched in his chair; too frightened to make any other unauthorized action. He was whispering to himself in a very distressing manner, trying to block out what was happening around him.

“I mustn't cry! I mustn't cry! I mustn't cry! I mustn't cry! I mustn't cry! I mustn't cry! I mustn't cry!” His heart wasn't doing too well either.

Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump!

“Sono!” A hard slap on the shoulder made the young pilot look up in distraught with his violet eyes broadened and pin-like, and his teeth gritting bare and horrified.

“Connor!”
“Don't worry! You're big brother is here! But we need to now reopen the valves.”
“Right!” Sono looked down and spotted it. Reaching his hands down to clutch hold of it, but it refused to move. “It's stuck!” Hander more powerful force was put into the handle. Connor's hands cooperated as they found space to add more extra boost to lift up. They both gritted their teeth and grunted loudly to pull u the handle. But with one look outside…5 seconds.

His eye's broadened…

Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump!

His breathing deepened…

Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump!

His sweat dashed down his skin…

Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump!

His blood was about to explode…

Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump!

His heart stopped…

Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump! Ba-Dump…

Sudden stop…sudden silence.

The inaudible noise crackling from the thunderous crashing of the nose through the desert. He couldn't see his brother anywhere. There was nothing but dust and sand along with cold metal. Where had he gone? What happened to him? The storm still paraded into the main deck. The splinters of stone pierced the side of the walls and computers. It refused to ground to a halt, like it was on ice. He covered his face once more. But where was he? Was he still on the ship? Could his voice be heard? Where had it taken Connor? The screaming of screeching metal deafened his eardrums too piercingly for him to listen thoroughly. He didn't want to listen. It could be the electric buzzing from the screens. It could be the glass scratching the metal. It could be his brother screaming, if he was still alive to scream. The river or sands continued to dash it's way through the deck and into the passage way, but was barricaded by the passenger section. Still it continued. The blood-clenching rampage of the crash. Still it continued. The thought of being imprisoned by scraps that could have torn through flesh already. Still…it continued…until it went black. It stopped.

A light dimmed slowly in the haze, as then a black blurred figure sharpened when he slowly walked forwards. The brightness was lifted as the contrast had fallen a little. It was Connor looking down at him with a face of despair.

“Sono…I can't protect you anymore.”

Flicking images of hands being held together in a motion picture manner.

“You have to go on your own…”

“No…please don't go…”

“…sayonara.”

“Nii-san!”

The sweat from his body dribbled him slightly, as he then lifted his body from his position and looked down at his hands. He was shaking frequently, where the hell did that came from? Out of a panic, he rushed back into the doorway where his bag was placed. His fingers rummaged through the case and clothes until he found the lithium tablets. He then harshly slammed the bottle onto the kitchen worktop and opened the bottle vigorously; tipping out two tablets with his shuddering hands and fingers to then throw them into his mouth and swallow with out liquid. It was almost as if he was suffering from a hypoglycemia if he was to be diabetic, but no forms of high sugar would have been able to keep his mind in balance. A few seconds later he collapsed to the floor, still trembling and shivering in his dampened clothes, and having a few spasm attacks within he process of calming down. Seconds had gone. Minutes had gone. When then 4 minutes of shaking had finally stopped, leaving the traumatized pilot to lie on his back for a small while.

It was about 10:16pm in Los Angeles. One light was only on, and he was found sat on his couch with his head tilted back slightly…just staring at the ceiling, and he began to think to himself, within his half-Japanese language, he tried to reoccur his oriental side into his habit. Maybe trying to reoccur the company of his late brother. But then, throughout the rest of the night, he could only repeat the one phrase…Nii-San.

What ever captured you now…was an image of the past. What ever made you wonder…was the experience of an unwanted memory.

When one life is lost…it can destroy a family of souls…

…can you believe it?