I took a last look around the room, and gathering my stuff, left the hotel. I stood outside in the bright sunlight, looking for a taxi; I only had to wait some thirty seconds. Got in to the taxi, after putting my stuff in the boot of the yellow car.
“Where to?” said the young driver, he was wearing sunglasses, a hooded top, and a cap, he seemed friendly though, as he smiled at me looking at him.
“Airport, and try and get there quick like!” I replied.
“You’re the boss.” And of we were weaving in out of side streets, on to the motorway, speeding towards the airport. The cabbie had asked me if I wanted to change the radio station, but I told him that I was fine with what he had on; which happened to be some R’n’B. The ride was not that long, but it was fun while it lasted. I paid the cabbie, and he said, “See you around dude!” and zoomed of. I got a trolley, loaded my stuff onto it, and went in to the terminal. It was quite busy today; a lot of people were coming here for departures. I checked in, and went through to the shopping and amusement area for people waiting for their flights. I had some fun playing on some video games, but then I gave up after loosing consecutively on one game. I realised how hungry I was, after all it had been 3 hours since I had had breakfast with my friend. So, I stopped into burger king, to get a quick meal.
They finally made the announcement for my flight. I found that in the queue at the gateway, I saw several dodgy characters, their faces were covered, and they seemed to be looking around, as if nervous, or hoping that they would go unnoticed. I carried on to the plane and supposed I had no right on other people, they might have some reason. On the plane, my seat was next to a gorgeous blonde who eyed me, and I was about to say something saucy when, I realised I was married. I sat down next to her, on the left side of the alley, a seat away from the window. There was a lot of commotion, as people took their seats. Finally, the plane was hastily up the run way, I leaned my head back against the head rest, and was asleep in the warm cosy, comfortable plane.
“WAKE U! GET UP! “I was wakened by shouting and something cold was at my throat, I realised as my eyes came into focus, it was a knife. The knife was more like a combat dagger, and the blood slipped like water out of my veins, my heart was as silent as a drum to a deaf person. I looked up, and saw the same dodgy person, who I had seen at the gateway. He has his balaclava, lowered, he was unshaven, had dark eyes, and looked threatening. I was terrified; he was the angel of death to someone who saw him as soon as they woke up. “Be happy American, today u die for Allah, and today, your pathetic life end,” his voice was calm, and it sounded very American to me, telling me this person had grown up In America.
“I don’t want to die, let me of or something,” I said, this was too much. He slashed my face and laughed, I could smell his breath, and I could feel balls of spit landing on my body, he had suddenly gone into a rage.
“For saying that I will punish you for the last minutes of your life. I will make the people around you suffer as well.” He suddenly leered out and slashed the people around me, including the blonde. Some had their face bleeding, some their body, but most let out a shriek, because their cuts were worse, and deeper than mine. The man walked away.
I apologised as much as I could, but they told me to forget, some passengers had already been murdered, and some injured worse. His punishment did not stop there though. We found that he had turned the heating quite high, to make us uncomfortable as possible, so most of us had to take some clothes of to make it bearable. The blonde filled me in on things, the pilots and crew were dead, there were five men, and all had guns and control of the plane. They were going to use the plane as a missile, to blow up the white house. I was shocked that they were about to do something so horrendous.
“And they are all doing this, why?” I asked.
“This is their war on America. The wound hurts so much; I wish I could have something to stop it.”
As I fearfully looked around the plane, the stench of sweat, blood, and fear itself grew stronger. Sweat trickled down my hot face, as my short life was to end soon. I looked at the blonde, and she was crying. I looked into her watery eyes and she looked back, I put my arm around her, over her warm topless body, and I tried to ease the pain in her wound, she let out a soft sigh of relief as I caressed it, and was relaxed. I knew she wanted something to heal or cover her wound, but I couldn’t do anything. And then my mind suddenly lit up like a bulb. We might be going to die, but I was not going to sit here and let our country be bombed by terrorists. I took my hand of her, and got out of my seat to have a good look around. There was one of them standing at the door way to the other half of the plane. I was a kung-fu master, I ran up to him and in two moves he was on the floor. I took his gun, and realised it was fully loaded. I worked my way towards the cockpit of the plane, one of them came out at me, and I shot him down. Now it had come to, I was going to be saving my country, and the fear had been replaced by anger and confidence. Another came round, he fell to a kick to the head. I was onto the cockpit, and they were ready for me, they however were unarmed as it turned, but disarmed me quickly and got rid of my gun. I was left fighting one of them while the other started to bring the plane down. I finished the first, and knocked out the other one, and saw to my horror that the plane was heading, straight for the white house. I did my best to raise the rudder, but for us it was too late, but the white house was saved……
This was the last account of John Smith. He had given his life, and because of him the white house or another target of America had been saved. We hope that may his soul and those of so many others who died rest in peace.
