Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 47
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Falling in Public
Chapter 47
Breathing shallowly, Holly listened for any sound at all. The air was still and cold, and she struggled not to shiver as she sat there in the dark.
Waiting.
It was too quiet. She couldn't hear the birds in the forward part of the plane any longer, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She imagined this was what it was like when a predator was nearby as she clutched the fake knife in one hand and the flashlight in the other. There was no way to tell whether Winston had passed out again, or if he'd gotten free, and she sure wasn't going to go look for herself.
Trembling again as another draft blew through the open hatch, she wondered if she'd be safer on the ground. Judging from the wind, she'd definitely be colder. And who knew what kind of animals might prowl the fields at night?
Shifting carefully, she took as much weight as she could off of her wounded leg, freezing in place when something scrabbled just above and to the right. Something or someone was crawling along the edge of the seats on the aisle, and would be right over her head in just a few seconds.
As quietly as possible she pulled the blanket up over her nose. Hopefully the navy material would hide her skin from any residual moonlight. Her best hope was to stay invisible and hope Winston went for the hatch. If he went down, there would be no getting back up.
A large black object moved over the row, blocking out any light from the windows above. Holding her breath, Holly watched him crawl by. A leg slipped when he was almost across the gap, and she had to dodge quickly to avoid being hit. That's when he stopped. She could feel his curiosity, see him starting to turn around at what little noise she'd made.
Thinking quickly, Holly tossed the knife over the first row of seats where it hit the bulkhead wall. Immediately his head whipped forward, and he moved forward. She watched as he gingerly stood up on the last seat, steadying himself on the one above him before jumping across to the forward galley. Holly couldn't help but wish he would have missed and plummeted through the hatch.
Muffled sounds of him rifling through the cupboards told her where he was, but she heard him coming back all too soon. Then the noise stopped, and a bright flashlight switched on, illuminating her part of the cabin with a warm yellow glow. She peered through a space between the seats at his profile, and realized that time was up when she saw the gun in his hand.
One of them needed to get off the airplane, and Holly didn't care which one. She tried to consider the options, but it seemed like the best one she had was to distract him somehow, and then slip around the seats and down the slide before he could get to her. There was no way to remotely detach the slide though, so he'd just follow her.
If she could just get him off-balance somehow, and out that door...
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Falling in Public
Chapter 47
Breathing shallowly, Holly listened for any sound at all. The air was still and cold, and she struggled not to shiver as she sat there in the dark.
Waiting.
It was too quiet. She couldn't hear the birds in the forward part of the plane any longer, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She imagined this was what it was like when a predator was nearby as she clutched the fake knife in one hand and the flashlight in the other. There was no way to tell whether Winston had passed out again, or if he'd gotten free, and she sure wasn't going to go look for herself.
Trembling again as another draft blew through the open hatch, she wondered if she'd be safer on the ground. Judging from the wind, she'd definitely be colder. And who knew what kind of animals might prowl the fields at night?
Shifting carefully, she took as much weight as she could off of her wounded leg, freezing in place when something scrabbled just above and to the right. Something or someone was crawling along the edge of the seats on the aisle, and would be right over her head in just a few seconds.
As quietly as possible she pulled the blanket up over her nose. Hopefully the navy material would hide her skin from any residual moonlight. Her best hope was to stay invisible and hope Winston went for the hatch. If he went down, there would be no getting back up.
A large black object moved over the row, blocking out any light from the windows above. Holding her breath, Holly watched him crawl by. A leg slipped when he was almost across the gap, and she had to dodge quickly to avoid being hit. That's when he stopped. She could feel his curiosity, see him starting to turn around at what little noise she'd made.
Thinking quickly, Holly tossed the knife over the first row of seats where it hit the bulkhead wall. Immediately his head whipped forward, and he moved forward. She watched as he gingerly stood up on the last seat, steadying himself on the one above him before jumping across to the forward galley. Holly couldn't help but wish he would have missed and plummeted through the hatch.
Muffled sounds of him rifling through the cupboards told her where he was, but she heard him coming back all too soon. Then the noise stopped, and a bright flashlight switched on, illuminating her part of the cabin with a warm yellow glow. She peered through a space between the seats at his profile, and realized that time was up when she saw the gun in his hand.
One of them needed to get off the airplane, and Holly didn't care which one. She tried to consider the options, but it seemed like the best one she had was to distract him somehow, and then slip around the seats and down the slide before he could get to her. There was no way to remotely detach the slide though, so he'd just follow her.
If she could just get him off-balance somehow, and out that door...
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