Brady+G

Brady G

__ The Final Flight __

Chapter 1: //Turbulence// "Please excuse my interruption. This is your captain speaking. We have spotted a storm front ahead. We may experience some //turbulence,// so we advise that you would please fasten your seat belts. We will be arriving in Sydney, Australia in approximately thirty minutes. So please enjoy yourselves."

That dreaded word, //turbulence,// gave tremors to everyone, putting the hairs on the back of their necks on edge. Even one so collected could no longer enjoy themselves beyond the bounds of that trace in time. At that moment, the plane starts to chatter. The sounds of rattling metal only increased as time elapsed. The dim lighting shined upon the faces of true fear and despair. In discomposure, a mother clutched her child to her breast in comfort.

Then there was a sudden lurch as the hull of the plane was torn open in a screeching cry, splitting the plane in two. Everything had halted; time and space were at a standstill. What people were not heaved out of the plane, were suffocating, bound like criminals to the death sentence, hopeless, waiting for the end.

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The smell of salt water permeated the humid air. The warm tropical breeze pushed through a familiar scent of fresh sea water and aquatic life. All that could be heard were the crashing of waves against the distant reefs, and the faint rustling of trees. Braedon opened his eyes in amazement to the sight of nothing but unchartered sand. He gathered what strength he had to bring himself to his feet. His body quivered under his own weight. He felt disoriented and was unaware of his surroundings. Slowly his eyes fixed to what was around him. Pieces of the plane were strewn across the sandy beach, and from where he was standing, there seemed to be an endless trail of sand, stretching out as far as the eyes could see. In front of him was a lush, thick growth. Above all, stood a mighty cliff watching all, knowing all.

Desperate to see another face, he cried out, "Hello! Can anybody hear me? Is anybody there?" To no response, Braedon staggered down the shore, petrified and panic stricken. Again he cried out, "Hello! Is anybody there? Help!"

"Hello!" barked out a distant voice. "I'm over here! Underneath the palm tree!"

Upon discovering the location of this distant voice, it flabbergasted Braedon to see there was not one survivor, but two survivors. To even more of a surprise, they were twin brothers. Giving more meaning to the idea of "brothers 'til the end." In this case, even death himself could not grasp a hold of them with his frigid grotesque hand and tatter these two blood brothers apart.

The sight of these two could not have been more relieving and displeasing at the same time. They looked as though the life had been drawn out of them, leaving them motionless. "Oh, thank God I wasn't the only one that survived! I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between my arms if they weren't attached to my body, to tell the truth. So how did I expect to survive all on my own!" An attempt to try and rekindle some life within them. "Hey! What are your names?"

"Well, my name is Kyle, and my brother there is Reid," one of the two had said, finding some life within to speak.

"Hey! I remember you two! You guys sat behind me on the plane!" Almost bursting with excitement. "Where were you two heading?"

"We were heading home to Sydney. We've got family there. Mum will be destroyed when she hears the news," Kyle had spoken, slouching down to once again a lifeless body.

"I couldn't tell," Braedon remarked sarcastically.

"Oi! She probably thinks we're dead!" Kyle bellowed out with frustration.

"Well, we just have to make an extra effort to survive so you two may one day see your family again. Don't give up. I'm sure your mom won't give up until your found either, so make them proud." With that comment, life was once again elevated, bringing the spirits of both brothers up. "I say we should get an overview of where we are, and if there are any other survivors, or if we are alone. When I woke up, I saw a cliff overlooking the island. I say that's a good place to start. If you two have the strength, we should go check it out." The state of which these two were in, were even worse than their appearance depicted. Clothes were tattered and frayed, stained with crimson red. Their skin pale and corpse-like, giving off the ambience of one deceased. "Come on, let's go!"

The cool breeze whispered across the island, dawning upon their three faces, giving a pause in time. The two twins had slowly made their way to their feet, making their way to the thick jungle. Not sure if the adventure ahead is going to be the beginning or end of their nightmare.

Chapter 2: //Storm Front// It had been hours before anyone had dreaded to say a word. No one expected the journey to the top of the peak to be so extensive. The lush vegetation had proven to be more of a challenge than the three survivors had imagined. It had been Reid that had denounced to break the silence. "How many people do you think made it?" Reid said sullenly.

"Well that's why we're going to the top of the peak there," snarled Kyle. "To get an overview of the island, and what we're dealing with."

The tone of Reid's voice sounded empty and departed. "Do you think we're going to die?"

"Hard to say," replied Braedon, butting into their conversation. "We won't know what we're dealing with until we can see whatever we are. We could be off shore on an island, near Sydney, or we could be stranded on an uncharted island in the middle of the Atlantic. For crying out loud, we don't even know if there is life on this island!"

"Oh, so now your calling it an island?" barked Kyle, showing that the effects of reality has finally collided with him.

"Well..." Braedon vigorously replied, showing his knowledge and intellect. "Where we are has palm trees ad reefs. What isn't covered in trees and rock, is filled in with sand. And feeling the heat and humidity of the air, we're probably near the equator. One thing I don't understand is why there are weather fronts over the ocean." Suspiciouusly questioning his intellect. "I remember before the plane tore apart, I recall hearing the captain saying there was a storm front ahead."

"Must have been some storm. Strong enough to tear apart the pressure of the plane," frightfully tremored Reid.

Continuing on, Braedon said, "I've been staring at that //storm front// over the ocean. I can't tell if it's coming our way, or going away. Keep an eye on it."

At that moment, the three survivors had reached the peak of the island, overviewing the great vast of tropical life. A breeze fluttered across the island, gracefully moving each tree as though it were a dance. Each movement like an art form, moving with each tree as one. The warm humid air briskly strode across each face. Although the island seemed endless, it came into a familiar crescent shape, dawning upon all like a watchful moon. To the left were never-ending grains of sand. Behind all were think seamless palm trees, protecting or ensnaring all that ventured into them. Among all this, there were remains of what once was a plane, strewn across the beach.

Upon scanning across the vast island, one survivors had spotted a body, lying flat on the beach, amongst the remains of what once was a plane. It was the body of a pilot.



Chapter 3: //Gravebound// All their stomachs had dropped, twisting and turning theirs insides, creating the effects of a roller coaster. A chilling breeze fell across them all, for at that moment in time, a frigid bead of condensation cascaded upon their faces. Within seconds, rain had fallen in a blistering combustion of thunder. It had started to accumulate down, faster and faster by the second. Within a minute, the rain was so dense, that the three of the survivors couldn't see beyond a few meters of what lied ahead. "We need to get to that pilot! bellowed Braedon. "We need to know if he's alive or dead! Hopefully he's not the only one that washes up on shore!" Braedon made an effort to transmit his voice above the booming sound of thunder.

The weather was getting worse by the minute. Braedon looked up and sighted the unfriendliest clouds he'd ever seen. Mottled grey and black, fuming dense clouds, engulfing the pleasant alluring sun. Uncontrollably, trees were madly swaying in all directions, no longer gracefully dancing in motion as one but lashing against each other. The humid air was no longer drifting across the island but battering against them at all directions.

The three of them dashed down the peak, encumbering urgency. Their feet were hopping from rock to rock, avoiding hazards along the beaten, destroyed path, tripping the odd step.

Sooner than later they had reached the beach, faster than they had predicted. When life or death is put onto the table, it puts a fire beneath oneself.

His body was laying face down in the crimson stained sand, surrounded in his own dark blood. Rain was crashing down on him, drenching his back.

"Let's get him under cover!" hollered Braedon. "We don't want him to drown in his own blood!"

Kyle and Reid clenched him by his arms and legs, slowly carrying him under an arid, dry palm tree.

"He has a slow pulse! shouted Kyle. "Let's pray to God this horrible weather clears up soon."

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Sunshine had broken through the darkened overcast, beaming it's radiant rays of light. It was morning now and all had subsided. The thick beads of leftover condensation trickled off the leafs of close palm trees. "I'm glad we made it through the night," announced Reid, "but I wish we could say the same to our friend there."

The pilot's body was mangled and distorted. His whit shirt was lacerated and stained with dirt and blood. His skin was faded and pale, giving off the ambiance of one corpselike.

"What's his name?" mumbled Reid.

"Abby... Abby Sidhu," replied Braedon.

"Rest in peace Abby Sidhu. You were a brave pilot who never gave up."

The atmosphere had diminished into nothing, realizing the possibility of their situation. "I'll dig a hole," mournfully responded Braedon.

It did not take long for the survivors to accomplish this task, but what they didn't know, it that they would need three more.