Chapter 1

The smoke billowed like a chimney from each part of the wreckage. A cylinder, gold and silver, streaming midnight black smoke, which soared towards the sky like a running faucet of water on full, defying gravity. Embossed on each side of the cylinders, the jig-sawed fuselages lay scattered on the ground, imprinted black were the words “Phantom Airlines.” The sections laid in three parts each exposed to the elements, shattered and crumbled in-between trees and rocks. Inside of each of those sections also laid debris of suitcases, airline pillows, seats – and bodies. The stench of death – burning flesh and petroleum jet fuel made an unusual perfume. Outside of these lay more disfigured bodies. However, a lone presence sat upright adjacent to the carnage – a woman in business attire.

She wore a dark navy blue pants suit with pinstripes, which accentuated her figure even while she sat. Her legs folded underneath to one-side as she stared off into the distance trying to figure what to do next. Ash from the fires fell throughout the forest, and covered the woman’s clothing. A pungent odor of sulfur assaulted her nose and her taste buds reacted to the foul smell. Meanwhile, lying by her knees a stranger bled out through his ribs not unlike Jesus when speared two millennia ago at his crucifixion. His royal blue shirt immersed in his blood look as if someone had washed it in coffee. His breathing grew shallow, choppy and congested. As she heard the change in his condition, and gurgling from within his lungs, her eyes filled with concern. Each breath became more difficult than the last – laboring, then … silence. A soulful empathy, in her dark primordial green eyes, sparkled from the mist of her tears. Another soul lost. She wept. Her grief ran down her face diluting her makeup, a mixture of salt, ash, and the grease slick mascara flavored her tongue. Trying to wipe the emotions from her face with back of her soft-silk sleeves, a bewildering feeling of comfort appeased her momentarily. The sunset silhouetted the man that had saved her life.

“What was his name?” she thought, but the memory of it escaped her. However, her mind evoked the memory of that morning’s crash – her face battered and bruised, she saw a shadowy figure. She had a translucent gaze of wonderment as the male passenger next to her stood up. He grabbed her, tossing her semi-limp body over his right shoulder, and gathered their personal effects. A metal object stuck out of his side. Her rescuer reached into the overhead cargo compartment. Meanwhile with his other hand, the wounded male passenger grabbed his laptop along with hers and her purse and slid them on his opposite shoulder. Stumbling at first and nearly falling down he walked over the wreckage from the plane and the passengers.

While she limply hung over his shoulder, she saw the bodies – bloodied, burned and melted; then, cool crisp air greeted her face. Her eyes cleared, and her body stiffened as the reality of events became clear. Somehow, the stranger that sat next to her during the flight worked his way through the devastation. His breathing became strained and his walking pace slowed. Finally, he found a spot under an ancient evergreen tree while it stood grandly reaching toward the sky; and, then he laid her on the ground underneath it. She remembered his name – Adam.

A crackling sound stirred her back from her recollection and then an odor of frankincense – then myrrh flared her nostrils. The unusual odors brought confusion to her face as the scents gave hint of a familiar taste. A savory tang grazed her pallet; and, then the smell of burning flesh impregnated the air. She looked down at Adam as his body rose from the ground.

Engulfed in a blue light it began to pulse to and fro, and his body leveled just above her head. The pulsating light intensified nearly blinding her. However, instead of feeling an intense heat on her skin, she felt a steely coolness. The surface of her skin felt like ice as frostbite began to set in. She raised her right arm to shadow her eyes, and when she thought the body might erupt – the light faded. Her cheeks reddened from the coolness of the light. Warmth filled her body as normal light returned to the forested area. Adam once more laid at her knees – then … a slight movement of his chest.

“Did his chest move?” she muttered.

She waited. Again it rose – slowly at first, then, steady and rhythmic as his lungs filled with air. His eyes fluttered open.

A question formed in Adam eyes, then in a raspy voice asked, “What happen?” But before the other could answer him his eyes cleared with recognition; remembering, the last event before he passed out underneath the Evergreen tree. Adam relived the memory of removing the broken piece of metal from his side while falling to the ground – then darkness.

Lifting his head toward the woman, he said, “Oh … Yeah … What a bad day…” and he returned to unconsciousness. His chest rose and fell without laboring and he sank into a restful slumber.

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Saturday, May 13, 2006

Death Flight and suggestions....

Introduction: This is a chapter of one of my books I am working on (currently working on three). I am not sure where I want to take the next segment. So, what do you think? I am willing to take suggestions. Who should the female passenger be? Should they end up as a love interests? What should be done with Tiamet? Ideas people, I need ideas.... So leave a comment of what you thought, or send me a suggestion via email gksden@gmail.com. Thank you for your time.

Death Flight

The Lear jet engines screamed against the storm’s wind. The enraged pilot fought with the cockpit controls to keep the plane on course. Thunder reverberated through the small jet as the lightening stroked the metallic skin. The pilot’s voice screamed at the elements, “To hell with you!” when the lightning struck the crafts port engine engulfing it in flames. A pale hand flicks on the fire suppression system, and depraved eyes turned crimson as the craft lost speed. A feminine voice curled the air with venom as it cried out above the wind, “I did not spend 10,000 years on my belly for you to escape me, Adam Yom!”

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On board Adam’s commercial flight, the passengers and flight attendants had secured themselves into their seats. Most of the commuters prayed in a silent fervor, and yet some were boisterous as the pilots combated the storm. The storm rattled the flying fortress playing the cosmic game of billiards, using the jet as the cue stick. The commercial jet dropped ominously 2,000 feet, and a young child howled for her mother. Adam’s pensive and taut body tensed as he clutched his seat. The woman that sat next to him had her face in her lap and arms around her knees. Every molecule in her being told her that this flight would end in death. A soulful melancholy stirred her soul as the water of life ran down her face foreseeing all the deaths to come. Her compassion even extended to the male passenger next to her – Adam Yom.

Adam’s mind whirled calculating the distance to the coast of Italy. Adam recalled his last tragic flight.

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It happened 25 years ago, over Lockerbie, Scotland, the death of 259 passengers of Pan Am 103. He remembers the plane breaking-up around him. The air rushing through his hair and eardrums, and thinking of the old science fiction movie – The Man Who Fell to Earth—as he propelled toward the ocean below. He remembers the impact of the water. The sound of his ribs crunching, lungs deflating, and his heart stopping. Only to find himself waking up – floating face down and realizing that once again he had survived another disaster. Again, he had to change his name.

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The fury of the storm had Adam concerned. The storm was unnatural. Adam knew the difference. The intensity of the lightning and the crack of the thunder told him that disaster would come. The elements of nature spoke to Adam – a talent born long ago. He had given them names, the elements, throughout his lifetime; in fact, he named them first. In any case, the elements told Adam, that an old menace of his controlled them – Tiamet. A cold chill ran down his spine, and anger swelled within him. He thought, “What are you up to now, Tiamet? I am not going let you scatter this plane into the ocean! Not today!” Adam willed the commercial jetliner more speed.

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The Learjet engines strained beyond their capacity; the blades of the turbines spun furiously as the taskmaster willed more energy to keep pace with Adam’s flight. However, against the sheering winds of the storm the small jet started to peel apart. So, she transformed the airplane by letting it disintegrate -- trumpeting by decree, “I am Tiamet! Goddess and mistress! Hear my words!” and with that the vehicle morphed into an orb of fire. The flames punctured the night sky turning the darkness into day. The hurling ball of flames and its progenitor sheared off the wing of Adam’s flight plunging it toward the surface below.

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Adam saw the change in the sky, and the sphere of flames cut across the wing of the plane. In that moment, he willed the plane to the coast of Italy. He knew, however, that he could not prevent the destruction, but he could change the nature of it. As the jetliner descended downward, it spun like a top while the plane’s fuselage broke up into three separate pieces. Adam’s mind focused on keeping those separated pieces intact upon impact. The violent decompression shattered windows, decapitated passengers, and metal shards careened throughout the passenger cabin. One such piece came towards Adam and the businesswoman, dividing his concentration. Releasing his seat belt, he stood up amidst the chaos trying to deflect the metal shard coming towards them; instead it penetrated deep into his side.

The impacting metal sent him propelling over his seat. Adam, stunned, recovered quickly as the gale force winds funneled through the cabin. He struggled to return to his feet and could see daylight outside the tumbling fuselage. Mountains and trees grew in dimension as the crippled jetliner continued to plummet towards the earth. And, with one last burst of mental energy, he dampened the collision of his broken passenger cabin – and protected the last surviving passenger. The concussion of the ground cracked throughout the cylindrical tombstone and the dirt temporarily eclipsed the daylight from outside. The debris from the three fuselages erupted fires on the mountainous terrain....

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Adam jolted awake from his slumber and startled the young auburn haired beauty with his sudden movement, but she regained her composure quickly. Realizing that his head lay upon the businesswoman’s lap, he decided to reintroduce himself, “Hi, I am Adam Yom, and you would be?”

The other answered, “The woman whose life you saved…”
To be continued…

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