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Central International Airport Chapter #5Tossed and Lost by: Unknown Flight 843 landed at LAX for refuel right on schedule before departing for the trans-Pacific leg of the flight to Hawaii. Several massive weather anomalies had to be avoided during the flight, so most of the passengers were strapped in tight to their seats, and some few had become quite air-sick from the weaving and bobbing, and the incidents of turbulence which shook, rattled and jarred the plane mercilessly.
Spider grew more and more tense as the flight progressed, sweating and shaking as he tried to rest and calm down.
"Dude, relax..." Justin tried his best to soothe his shuddering seat-mate. "This sort of thing is perfectly normal..."
"Ya?" Spider stuttered. "Maybe so... but, I'm normally high, and I don't mean at 35,000 feet!" he unsnapped his seat belt and staggered to his feet, stumbling into the aisle.
"Excuse me, Sir!" a bitchy red-head flight attendant approached cautiously from behind Spider. "Please return to your seat and fasten you seatbelts while we navigate this---"
Before she could finish her instruction, the flight attendant and Spider were vaulted from the floor, sent crashing to the ceiling, then almost appeared weightless for a few moments before bouncing back to the floor. The plane took an extreme nose-dive, the engine noise increasing dramatically, whirring turned to grinding as the engines went into overdrive while the pilots most-surely tried to right the craft from its suicidal spinning dive. Passengers screamed, Justin's briefing documents scattered throughout the cabin, luggage fell from the overhead bins, and the oxygen masks deployed.
The plane buckled and quaked, winds and rain pounding outside, the forces of nature and gravity ultimately shearing the wing from the plane as Justin looked out the nearest window, horrified as the wing ripped free. The angle and speed of the dive was too much to safely recover from, the bucking forces of the turbulence as determental to righting the craft as everything else. There was nothing the pilots could do, though they tried their best. Just when they got the plane near-level, lightning flashed and struck the remaining wing, the fuel tank exploding in a fireball, sending the plane into an unrecoverable roll!!
Finally, the plane was ripped apart, two huge sections free-falling toward the ocean.
The cockpit, First-Class and Business-Class at the front of the plane fell harder, faster away while the Coach-Class and tail section caught the rushing winds and slowed slightly in its descent, drifting back away from the front section of wreckage.
Not that it wil matter much, falling from 35,000 feet over the Pacific Ocean, somewhere between LA coast and Hawaii, but, which section are you seated in?  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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