The moment had passed.

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Kamikaze. Kamikaze means divine wind... it is basically a soldier who is willing to die for the cause of their country... or in this case, their secrets. Not all of them got away with it, but the ones that did, were the ones that most deserved the punishment waiting for them.

Submitted: February 02, 2013

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Submitted: February 02, 2013




“The captain has turned on the seat belt sign, please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts”. Turbulence. It’s just flying through a cloud. They don’t look that big when their in the sky, it can’t take long, we’ll land soon. That’s what I had told myself.  I didn’t even want to be on this flight but I knew I needed to be, if I ever wanted closure. He needed to pay, and I was going to make him.

I looked out of the window, I stared down at the land beneath me, we were flying over Russia; Siberia to be exact. The land looked hard; you could only make out the snow and the occasional rock that pocked out from under it. I was trying to see shapes in the rocks, trying to amuse myself, I had just seen a rock that resembled an elephant, which reminded me of ---


Something crashed. My first thought was that a bomb had exploded and there was a terrorist on board. I looked around, everyone was screaming yet there was no one at the front demanding everyone to do something, no one in the pilot’s cabin claiming to take over the plane. No terrorist then. What had happened? The women next to me burst out in tears and was mumbling prayers into her hands rocking back and forth in her chair slightly.

“Cabin crew return to your seats, we have lost –“ the line cut off. What had we lost? A person? Had someone jumped out of the plane? Why would they do that? How? I nervously fumbled around in my seat to try and look out over the people in front of me, I was seated in the back of the plane, and I could therefore see everyone, including the crew sitting in their seats either crying, praying or hugging the person next to them, whispering comforting words.

“Engine 1”. The speakers sprung on again, those were the only words that I could decipher from the crumbling, squealing, scratching sounds that came out of the speakers as a result, I assumed, of the explosion. What about engine 1? Why was he telling us about that? It’s not like any of the passengers would know anything about aeroplane engines. Wait. I had only just understood. I had only just put 1 and 1 together.  We had lost engine 1...

“Dear lord why me!” a woman had fallen onto the floor, with her hands pointing at the sky, screaming at god for this tragedy. “Ma’am please return to --“, the stewardess never got to finish her sentence. There was a slow curving motion that the plane made when it swooped out of the cloud, and then a drop. A heartbreaking drop, as the 747 aircraft carrier, with exactly 349 people and children on board; fell from the sky.

There was a moment, when there was a beautiful silhouette that I saw through the window. A perfect cloud, in the shape of a heart, hovering next to the orange sun with a wonderful pink sky which acted as a magnificent backdrop to the last thing I ever saw. In that moment, there was silence. Silence in the plane, everyone was watching this beautiful sunset as they knew it would be the last beauty all of them would ever see.

Then a 747 aircraft carrier disappeared from every radar in the world. All its existence vanished. The moment had passed.


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