Prologue

Explaining how the plain came to crash (Icon image of Caroline)

 

The roar of the engine starting filled the air, deafening the planes passengers. This was the last stop; the plane was now off to teenage rehab, somewhere in a country across the Pacific.

            The last passenger looked to be fourteen. She had the name ‘Caroline’ written on her forehead, appearing to be written in some kind of perminate marker. Her orange hair fell in passionate curls, down her back and to her hips.

            Caroline took her seat quietly, either ignoring or not noticing as every pair of eyes turned to the small girl who looked so innocent. Too innocent, in fact, which made her the least innocent of them all.

            A sloppy start forward, and then the plane lifted into the air with a jerk. A slightly drunken voice came on the loud speaker;

            “Taking off,” it said. “Buckle your seatbelts, don’t bust your windows, and whashnot.” The voice slurred the last two words.

            Caroline rolled her eyes at the speaker, far up in the tan corner, by the bathrooms. She laid her head back and pushed her curls from her face, revealing a series of scratches up and down her left cheek and to her temple.

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      Caroline spat out a mouthful of sand. The entire left side of her face felt gooey and burned, as if someone had ripped her scabs off and thrown salt into them.

            What she found was just as bad; lifting her hand, she found her hair stuck in some sticky liquid. What it was, she couldn’t see: the sky was black, with no moon and just specks of stars to light up what could be seen.

            Stars… The young girl thought, amazed, and sidetracked for the moment. Feeling a twinge of pain on her face, she gently pulled at the hair until it came loose, and then prodded the skin of her cheek with her nail. A scab normally would have been there, but now she cried out in pain. The scab, a bit of infected skin below the scab, and yet another layer of skin had been sliced from her face.

            What had happened?

            Body shaking with violent tremors, Caroline turned her head to the side and examined the scene around her, as well as her small body. It looked more bruised and scratched up then before, even through the now-tattered clothes.

            Four others were sprawled on the ground around her, and there was an annoying, wet noise in the distance. What was that? Her head throbbed, every thump of noise sending a razor through her sensitive ears.

            And then Caroline noticed the bulk laying on her middle. It was heavy, no doubt, too heavy to be a person, and cold. Heavy and cold, and large. It covered down past her feet, and had been almost cutting off her entire breathing for quite some time.

            Caroline shrieked and flailed her arms, while her legs wouldn’t budge under what she now knew was metal. Her hair shoved into her mouth, smothering her scream, but she kept on flailing and making noises with her throat.

            If someone didn’t get this metal off of her, she would die soon, no doubt.

Author's Note

I know it doesn't explain much, but I couldn't give too much detail to the crash without giving away half of the book, so I skipped it.

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[Calypso]

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