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Fly The Deadly Skies

Written by Gincognifo :: [Wednesday, 22 August 2012 00:44] Last updated by :: [Saturday, 29 May 2021 15:50]

Fly The Deadly Skies

by GeekSeven


fly the deadly skies
Konrad was the only customer at the tiny airport bar, tucked away in a corner of the terminal building. Traveling had become so routine, he couldn’t recall ordering the half-finished drink in front of him.

His chest was tight with anxiety and his mind was full of inchoate fears, as if he had woken from a nightmare. He shook his head and sipped his drink.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

Konrad started at the voice, which had come from behind him. He turned and saw a striking woman of above average height, with piercing green eyes, long brown hair, and a pretty, lightly freckled face. Her physique was powerful, but still feminine. She wore smart business clothes: a jacket and matching skirt over a silk blouse, tights and black heels.

Konrad found his voice. “Of course, be my guest.” He gestured to the empty stool next to him.

She sat with liquid grace. She caught the bartender’s eye and ordered a bourbon. While she was waiting for the drink, she turned to Konrad and smiled. His heart skipped a beat.

“Where are you heading?” he asked.

“Helsinki,” she replied, “same as you.”

“How do you know I’m going to Helsinki?”

She ignored his question. The bartender placed her drink in front of her. She took a sip, leaving a hint of red lip gloss on the glass.

“Can I tell you a secret, Konrad?” she whispered, barely loud enough for him to be able to hear.

“How do you know my name?”

Again, she ignored his question. She locked her eyes on his; her gaze was intimidating and more intoxicating than his drink..

“Flight 37 to Helsinki will never reach its destination.”

The tightness in his chest increased. “What do you mean?”

“I’m going to destroy that plane and kill everyone on board.”

Konrad did not know how to respond to such a statement. If she was joking, it was in poor taste and he could report her to the airport security staff.

She tilted her head. “You don’t believe me.” Not a question: a statement of fact.

“This conversation is over,” said Konrad. He started to get up.

She darted her hand out, faster than Konrad could follow, and grabbed him by his neck. She pushed him down onto the stool. He tried to push against her, but she was stronger than he was. He felt humiliated and emasculated at having been overpowered so easily.

“Sit down and listen.”.

As she spoke, she looked him in the eyes, and Konrad found himself wanting to obey her. He ceased struggling.

The woman sighed with pleasure and took a swig of bourbon.

“This is what’s going to happen,” she said. “When flight 37 reaches cruising altitude, I am going to get out of my seat, walk to one of the overwing emergency exits and punch it so hard that it pops out of the fuselage.”

“That’s absurd,” said Konrad. “I don’t care how long you spend in the gym, nobody can do that.”

The woman laughed. “You don’t get strength like mine from the gym.”

She took a quarter from her purse and held it between her thumb and forefinger. She began to squeeze the coin and the metal disk buckled over on itself. She tossed the ruined coin onto the bar.

“Doesn’t prove anything,” said Konrad. “It’s some kind of trick coin.”

“Then give me one of yours.”

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a nickel, and gave to her. He watched to make sure she didn’t substitute it. She repeated her coin crushing trick and passed the ruined nickel back to him.

Konrad stared at her.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said. “Yes, I am some kind of superwoman.”

“Now, to continue. After I punch out the emergency door, the cabin will depressurize very quickly.”

“I will fly out of the hole in the plane and tear the wings off. I will watch it plummet to the ground, as I float in the air without a care in the world.”

Konrad snorted in disbelief. “You can fly?”

She smiled as the top of her head rose by a couple of inches. With a start, Konrad realized that her backside was no longer touching her bar stool; she was hovering above it, unsupported.

Konrad now believed that she could do everything she claimed; he just didn’t understand why.

“Why would you destroy that plane?”

She shrugged. “Because I am being paid a lot of money.”

“I’ll warn the authorities.”

She threw her head back and laughed.

“No you won’t,” she said. “That’s the best part. You will finish your drink and march onto that plane without a word.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I am going to tell you to. Shall I tell you another secret? This isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation. Ten minutes ago, I described your death in excruciating detail, and then I told you to forget it. You forgot everything except the fear; I left that behind.”

“Don’t do this,” begged Konrad. Looking into those cold, green eyes, he began to lose focus on his surroundings. His memory began to blur.

“You’ll die screaming, Konrad. You’ll spend the next hour dreading your death without knowing that it’s coming. When I count to three, you’ll forget that we had this conversation, but you’ll hold on to the fear.”

“Please, I don’t want to die.”

“One.”

“I can give you money.”

“Two.”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Three.”

Konrad was one of only two customers at the airport bar. Traveling had become so routine, he couldn’t recall ordering the empty drink in front of him.

The other customer was a beautiful, muscular young woman with long brown hair. His chest tightened with anxiety when he looked at her.

“Don’t you just hate waiting around?” she asked.

“You have to find ways to entertain yourself,” he replied.

She smiled and nodded. “Hey, Konrad,” she said. “Do you want to know a secret?”

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