A short story that I'll be working on.
Sam: The Final Legacy
By Daniel 'NeilWest' West*
*I give up hiding my real name.
Chapter 1: No Escape
All adventures start with an epic beginning, it may tell a story of a chaotic event that was stopped by a powerful force, which soon was gone/killed. Therefore, the hero of the story must take their place and stop the antagonist from causing damage again. Or maybe a hero is born, and is destined to become a great hero and save their home. They may have been traumatised/hurt by the evil force and must take revenge.
But this story is different, this story begins with a trigger for the most unexpected of events; boredom. It's a humble thought, where you have no idea of what to do. And when you're bored, the most insignificant of events can send you into a perilous journey, removing the need for an epic start for an epic story. And that is what happened here. In the normal town of Daytona Falls, boredom put someone's life under pressure.
Sitting under another hot sun, Sam had nothing better to do but sip slightly on his ice-cold refreshment. The never-ending heatwave called summer had certainly taken it's toll on poor Sam. Under the veranda, he watched the natural gases of the sun bounce off the surfaces around him and create a fading effect - an interest, to Sam at least. Boredom made Sam appreciate the insignificant things in life.
A sip of his diet cola refreshed his dry mouth for a few seconds, before it returned to it's normal, dry state. But when his personal supply, contained in the glass, had gone, he would have to go for a refill. He walked through the corridor, past rooms of items and items. Couches and other items to sit on, souvenirs that just so happen to be there and daily appliances that are a must for the common household.
He poured the brown liquid into his glass, added some frozen ice and watched the bubbles bounce about in the pool of drink. He could see his friends, Gertrude (don't laugh, she'll be mentioned ALOT) and Jimmy (same thing here) were walking back on the hot, sweltering heat of the sun. They wore large hats and heavily tinted shades as they returned from the swimming pool.
Sam walked out, glass in hand, to welcome them back from their journey,
"Hello!" he said, tired and hot, "How was the swim?"
"Cancelled," Jimmy said, looking very disappointed, "They're closed while they clean out the pool."
An awkward silence followed Sam's pointless question, so they all went back to their house (they are roommates) to decide how to spend the rest of the boredom-inducing summer.
They suggested a holiday after alot of strange ideas. Jimmy would go to the airport to find out where exactly they could go. Jimmy had a good think about things. He knew that the weather would be the opposite where they went - so if he were to go to Mexico, it would be January, which is very cold. He didn't know that the weather was always hot in Mexico. He brought three tickets and knew he chose the right place.
"Mexico?" Sam shouted when he was given the tickets,
"At least it's winter there," Jimmy muttered,
"It's always hot in Mexico!" Gertrude mentioned, "Like it's always cold in Switzerland!"
"Switzerland isn't always cold." Jimmy retaliated, but could tell that he was the runt of the litter of the discussion.
Jimmy had never been this embarrassed when he boarded the plane with his displease friends. He watched the land he knew fly away as the plane took off. But something unexpected and possibly needed happened - the lights flickered.
"We are experiencing some tech-ch-ch," the telecom buzzed, before fading out. The lights, now gone, covered everyone with fear and paranoia.
The window covers were locked shut, so when Sam turned on his torch, it gave everyone some reassurance that everything was okay.
"Gertrude, Jimmy, you stay here and try and reassure everyone that everything is okay, I'll try and get the fuse back on."
Sam grabbed the torch, said his goodbyes and went down the corridor to the control room. He looked around as he went, hoping to find a fuse panel.
He reached the door, looked around in the empty, silent corridor, and opened the door. The lights were on, strangely, and he started looking for a fuse box. When he found it, a gunshot blew it and set fire to the room. Sam patted out the fire on his hand, but fire soon engulfed the room. The gunman looked at Sam and ran through the doorway, narrowly dodging a piece of falling panelling. Sam had no escape.
Chapter 2: Separation
The fire blazed the control panel, Sam needed to know what happened to the pilot, and who the gunman was. There was a little gap at the doorway which Sam could leap through, so he got himself ready and jumped through. He crashed on the hard floor and watched the control panel break away to reveal the somewhat brighter sky. He ran to the cockpit to find a murdered pilot and that one of the two parachute had been taken.
He grabbed the last one (in case he needed it) and ran back to the others, but then, he heard a crack and the cockpit and the rest of the plane were separated. He saw the others drift away into the sandy desert that was Mexico. He climbed back into the cockpit and decided what to do. He pushed a purple square button - that shut off the engines. He pushed it again, that shut off the power.
In the dark, he pressed it once more, and the stabilizers were shut down - now the cockpit was corkscrewing down to the ground - Sam grabbed his parachute and flung himself out, narrowly avoiding an explosive fate. A few minutes before, when the plane was separated, Jimmy and Gertrude watched as Sam flew away from them. They discussed what to do, then they had an idea.
They grabbed the inflatable slide, inflated it and threw it out, then, one by one, everyone jumped on it - like a stunt cushion. When everyone got up, they saw the cockpit fly to the ground and explode. They had a moment of peace for the victims (but they didn't know that there were none).
They decided to start walking to the cockpit in case there was any information on where they were. You see? Boredom got the three friends out on an adventure. They didn't need to be prepared or anything and likewise, in any story, the heroes survive and save the day - usually. Can't say that it may still happen here, and stuff. But still, if you were in the Mexican desert after a plane crash - what would you do?
They finally got to the crash sit of the cockpit, to find nothing but a small little fire. The sand must have snuffed the blaze out. They saw something high in the sky, it was a small figure (this was from quite a height), slowly coming down. As if it were wearing a parachute. It was Sam, and when he finally came down, they was much discussion on what they should do next.
To be continued.
Last edited by NeilWest (2012-08-29 06:27:04)
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