3 Departure
Out through the front door with a luggage in tow, she gave her mother a longing embrace. "Well I'll be gone for a few weeks. So you have the whole house to yourself." Whispering in hushed tone, Sasha revealed a shocking secret. "Now go enjoy the company you'll be having later tonight in bed."
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The drive to the airport was awful, yet bearable and understandable. Irelia had just gave a mouthful of tips and advice when abroad, a rather useful thing indeed. Exiting the car park, they headed in. With much plentiful time to waste, they spent it on window-shopping. When the boarding was announced, Irelia brought Sasha to the entrance. But before she could head in, she pulled her close. "If anything happens, please, immediately call us okay?"
Rather than the usual tight killer lock she used, it was oddly just right. "Of course, if it's something I can't handle. Definitely you could Power Girl." Relief at her reply, she let go.
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Following the direction the helping staff had instructed, she carefully made her way to the right station. Careful to not get lost. 'Jeez, why are airports so huge. I wish malls were the same.' Her thoughts was soon interrupted when a list full of names were mentioned. "An announcement to flight passenger - Tanya Petrova, George N. Fond, Chris Marksman and Sasha Pendragon. Please report to terminal 4 before departure. Last announcement to fli-"
No need to say no more or for a last reminder, Sasha began her sprint since the mention of her name. 'I am not going back to that house with a lame excuse I miss my flight, and to awkwardly have to meet my mom's secret lover. Hell no! Count that shit outta my list this instant.'
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Settling in her assigned seat by the window, she began to relax and mold one with the chair. 'I should get myself a chair like this at home.' A tap on her shoulder woke her from her short-nap. Looking over to see a flight attendant with a interested look, she spoke. "Sorry for the disturbance, but could you please buckle your seatbelt as we are about to take off." Embarrassed, she hid her face and only nodded. 'How in the hell did I fell asleep so damn quick?!' 'Is it the chair?!' 'The comfortable weather?!' 'How?!'
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Stuck in a 13 hour flight, she began to dose off.
In a valley, she walked in small steps, unable to see far due to the only small ray of light provided available from the crescent moon. Yet still, it was dark and grim. Pushing onward, she kept going. Until a tiny speck of lighting contradicted the world - Beaconed at the end of the rift. It brought relief, but soon terror washed over her. A woman dressed in white garment with long unkept hair hovers to her. "Oishฤซ.. Nioi.." (Unofficial Transl: Delicious Smell)
Dread struck her from head to toe. Freezing her on the spot. The vivid view of a trail of red stain across her mouth, as it horrifying curve upward to her cheeks, she met the eyes that were delighted to meet her own.
Time continued, yet it felt as time had stop for her. Unable to move, unable to escape, she hopelessly watched the woman near. Never taking her eyes off of the ones that were fixated on her own. Raising an arm, the open mouth-curved woman reached out. Until a chime echoed through from the dark.
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In agony, it covered its ears but to no avail. Which resulted in it on scurrying away, back into the pitch black darkness. The chime continued, until it began to ring louder, and louder until it was for certain it was just a step away from her.
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"This is your Captain speaking, we are about to land in Tokyo Japan. We hope you enjoyed the fli-"
'What the fuck was that?'
