I've been a member on here for awhile but never got around to posting anything. So here is my first story. I'll be posting more as well as some poems and songs (alot of those). This is dedicated to the hero's on Flight 93 that saved so many people. R&R!
Summary: What would you do if faced with a plane hijacking? This is a songfic dedicated to the hero's of Flight 93 on that doomed plane on September 11th. The song is "Hero" by Nickelback.
Hero
Something was defiantly wrong, and the passengers on Flight 93 knew it when the plane turned sharply. No one moved, and everything was oddly silent in the seats. That was when the intercom came on, and everyone inside the plane froze.
"Please remain calm. This is the captain. There is a bomb on the plane, so everyone remain quiet."
No one believed the pack of lies. The voice was Arabic, but the captain was American. Everyone knew that. And the theroy became the truth when two Arabics herded all the passengers to the back of the plane. Oddly, it was quiet in the back; No yelling, screaming, crying. Everyone was calm. The Arabics yelled a few words, and at first, no one understood them. But, it became clear when they picked up a phone and threw it at the passengers. For some reason, they wanted them to call....But call whom?
David Taylor answered this question on his own. Picking up a nearby phone, he dialed the last numbers he would ever dial. The number of his own house. Gritting his teeth in anger more than fear, he listened as the other line rung 3 times before someone answered. The beautiful voice of his wife Rebeka Taylor answered. "Hello?"
I am so high. I can hear heaven.
I am so high. I can hear heaven.
Oh but heaven, no heaven don't hear me.
There was fear in her voice, and David wondered with a sick feeling if she already knew. "Rebeka? Honey, what's wrong?" he asked causually. She was silent for several long moments before she took a deep breath and answered.
"Two planes have been hijacked. One has already hit the North Tower of the World Trade Center." David's stomach flipped. He said nothing, turning and watching the other passangers call and talk to their loved ones for maybe the last time. "David? Are you okay, honey?"
He said nothing, listening to her ask if he was okay. "For now, I'm fine...But....Rebeka, listen to me honey, I think they've hijacked this plane as well." There was a cry of terror on the other end.
"No! Dear God, please, no!" she yelled. David bit his lip and felt blood drip down his chin.
"Rebeka, listen to me. Please, don't cry. I'm fine. But I think I'll have to call you back."
"No, David. Please..."
"Rebeka, I promise I'll call you back. I love you....so much."
"I love you too David....please...be careful."
And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.
With that, David hung up the phone and hurried over to the group of gathered passengers.
"We have to do something," one of them whispered fiercely. David knew none of these people, but he didn't care. As much as he was concerned, God had placed them here together for a reason. "We can't let them do what they think they're gonna do!"
"My husband told me that two other planes have been hijacked," said a young women in her early twenties. Several other people nodded and muttered to one another. Yet, there was still no crying or panicking.
"And we've been hijacked too," came the voice of the same man. "But we can't stay here and do nothing. We can stop them. Is anyone here a trained pilot?"
Two men stood up. "I have had several hours as a private pilot." one said.
"And I'm trained at navigation," said another. There were a few sighs of relief. David relaxed slightly.
"Anyone here trained fighters? Police?"
A bunch stood up, including David who was a Tai-Kon-Do black belt. The man smiled.
"We can do this. But...I'll be honest...we might not make it." David and a few others nodded, a sort of scary detemination in their eyes. Death was always a scary thing, but to the passengers on Flight 93 knew their was no other way to survive. And for the first time, David wasn't afraid of death.
Someone told me love would all save us.
But how can that be, look what love gave us.
A world full of killing, n' blood-spilling
that won't never came.
"Four men come with me and help me." Instead of four men, five rose, and they all followed. David stayed behind and picked up the phone again.
"David? Is that you?"
"Yes. It's me. Rebeka, were gonna try to turn this plane around."
"No. Please. Just stay quiet."
"No. If we do that, we're definatly dead."
".....Okay...but please come home."
"I...I can't promise I will, honey."
There was sobbing on the other end and David felt his heart melt with pain. He knew he couldn't leave her, but there was no other way. And he knew that. He couldn't turn back now.
"Rebeka....I love you..."
"David...."
"I love you."
"......I love you too, honey. So much. Please...be careful."
"Tell Heather I love her, and to remember me."
"Oh, David!"
Heather was their three year old daughter. And David knew he was leaving her and his wife. A sob rose in his throat, but he swallowed it, listening to his wife on the other end.
"Is everyone ready?" David turned around to see the man that had come up with the plan standing against the wall, with the other five men behind him. There was a food cart and ropes with them, as well as some broken armrests from seats. David nodding, and, feeling oddly calm, turned back to the phone.
"Rebeka, I have to go....I love you."
"David, I love you too."
"Be brave."
"Be a hero."
And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.
David hung up the phone, letting her last words repeat in his mind. "Be a hero." The thought calmed what nerves were acting up, and he turned to the other men. All the passengers, who didn't even know each others names nodded to each other, a sudden friendship between them. The man holding the cart nodded, gave a determined smile.
"Lets roll."
Now that the world isn't ending, it's love that I'm sending to you.
It isn't the love of a hero, and that's why I fear it won't do.
The passengers of Flight 93 ran through the narrow aisle's of the plane, the leader pushing the cart ahead of them. David was behind him, holding one of the armrests. They sped through the curtain, not even knowing what awaited them on the other side. David's life flashed before his eyes as they pushed the cart into the cockpit doors, yelling and screaming.
But not in fear. In anger and detemination.
And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.
The passengers of Flight 93 helped each other beat the doors of the cockpit down. After that, everything was a withering pile of bodies against one another as they fought for control on the plane. David slammed the armrest against the Arabic's head, and everyone was wrestling. David still felt no fear. Only determination to save more people from being killed.
And thats exactly what they did.
And they're watching us
(Watching Us)
They're watching us
(Watching Us)
as we all fly away.
"Be a hero...." David grunted as he collided with the ground as the remaining Arabic twisted the plane in the air, trying desperatly to save himself. Head spinning with confusion, he listened as the man said a few words in his own language, sounding like a prayer before he too joined the other two unconscious Middle Eastern men lying on the ground.
David pulled himself up from the floor as the passengers began screaming. The plane was heading toward the ground, and the man that said he could fly a plane jumped for the controls. David was slammed several times into the wall. That's when he realized that they were doomed. There was no getting the plane under control. And the rest knew that as well, for the man that lead the attack shouted, just before there was a loud crashing noise, and flames ingulfed his vision.
"We did it."
And they're watching us And they're watching us Yeah, yeah. Whoa-oh.
(Watching us)
They're watching us
(Watching us)
As we all fly away,
(Yeah)
Yeah.
(Watching us)
They're watching us
(Watching us)
As we all fly away
---End of Chapter---
I liked writing this story, and it nearly brung tears to my eyes. I hope you liked this. Please review and tell me what I need to do to make my oneshot/songfics better. Thanks!