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BEGINNING CREDITS(WITH SCENES OF PAST GRUESOME MURDERS)
CHAPTER 1
The airport door opened with a ring as the new flight attendant, Laura walked inside. Water dripped from her hair, to her shoulders, from the outside rain. She looked around, it wasn’t a very fancy, or even a big place for an airport, but it was a place to make money, and that was what Laura wanted.
She walked through the crowd, pushing a fighting couple out of the way, and walked through security, grabbing her bag from one of the guards.
“Have a good flight.” One of the guards said to her, with a smile. She waved to them and looked at the entrance to the plane.
“Cheers to a good flight, and another job.” She mumbled to no one in particular. With that note, she stepped inside, and made her way to the plane.
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“The plane is just up ahead.” Chris said to his girlfriend, Julia.
They stood in front of security, waiting for their bags to be checked.
“I’m glad we decided to take this trip.” Julia told Chris, smiling at him.
They kissed, his hand brushed down her back.
“You guys are up next.” The security guard told them. Chris nodded and set their bags on the conveyer belt. Chris stepped through, and suddenly the alarm went off.
He stepped back through, and shrugged at his girlfriend, as he emptied his pockets. The guard narrowed his eyes when he saw the boy pull out a pocket knife.
“What the hell?” Julia asked a little irritated.
“Sir, I’m going to have to confiscate that.” The guard told him.
Chris handed it over. “No need to overreact, Julia.”
“I’m not overreacting!” She protested. “But, I mean this is an airport!”
“Just SHUTUP!” Chris yelled at her.
A lady then pushed him out of the way and walked through security. “Have a good flight.” The guard told her.
Julia walked through the gate, towards the plane. “Are you coming?” She yelled to Chris.
He rolled his eyes, and made his way through security, following Julia to the plane.
***
“We’ll do one more take, and then you can go catch your flight.” A heavily mustached man told the two girls lying on a bed with a handsome, slightly muscular man.
Three cameras surrounded them; the lights shone on their naked skin, the boxes in the used warehouse were pushed back against the wall, to make more room for the extended movie crew.
“You ready Amy?” The director asked a light brown haired girl. She smiled, and nodded at him. The director turned to a blonde haired girl. “You ready, Erica?”
“I’m ready.” She replied. “Are you ready, Jake?” She asked the handsome man. “I am.” He replied.
The mustached man nodded. “Action.”
The music clicked on, suitable for a adult film.
Jake sat up against the cushions on the bed, and Amy and Erica crawled up to him. Both of them pressed their lips to his mouth. His hands trailed down their backs, ending cupped around their butts.
Amy pulled back from Jake, and bent down facing his who knows what. Erica started kissing him, fiercely, and trailed her kisses down to his neck, where she started to suck on his neck. Amy opened her mouth, She began rubbing against him softly with her hands. Jake took a deep breath in then let it back out slowly, he grabbed Erica and started to rub his hand up her legs. She gasped and threw her head back.
Suddenly, Jake sat up more; he pulled Amy away from his legs. He went behind Erica and entered from the back. Amy crawled over to the other girl and tilted her head back; she then began to kiss Erica passionately.
Erica allowed her hands to roam around Amy’s body, and stopped on her legs. Amy, gripped the bed sheets with her hands, and slowly brought them to Erica’s breasts. She clutched them in her hands, and squeezed, bringing her mouth down to Erica’s.
“Alright! Cut!” The director finally said. The actor’s pulled themselves out of each other, and grabbed their robes, and quickly put them on.
“Amy, Erica, It’s about thirty minutes, till.” The director told them.
“Oh shit! We’ve got to go!” Amy yelled. They quickly dressed, and grabbed their luggage.
“Bye guys!” Erica told them. The crew waved goodbye, then the two girls left.
***
“John, Alexi, get those legs moving!” Darrel yelled to his two teenage kids. His wife Melissa hurried alongside him. The entrance to the plane was only several feet away. They reached security, and sat their bags down, on the conveyer belt.
“Are you kids ready for a fun trip?” Melissa asked them, her voice sounding strained.
Her two teenagers didn’t answer. Darrel frowned and stepped through security, to wait for the others.
Alexi yawned. “Is this trip really necessary?” She asked. Melissa sighed; they hadn’t had a family trip in years, mostly because they didn’t get along.
“Shut up.” John told his sister. Alexi flicked him the bird, and stepped through security. Darrell grabbed Alexi’s wrist. “Stop doing that,” He said through clenched teeth. She snatched her arm away from him, and grabbed her bag from the conveyer belt.
Melissa stepped through closely followed by John. “Darrel, please just shut up for once.” Melissa said, in an exasperated tone. “She is right, this trip is pointless.”
Darrel grabbed his wife’s bag and threw it at her. She caught it with the tips of her fingers. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.” He said. “Just shut the hell up.”
Melissa closed her eyes, and with another sigh, she walked towards the plane. John gave Darrel a glare and followed his mom.
“Go!” Darrel yelled at his daughter. Alexi rolled her eyes at him, and started towards the plane, followed closely by Darrel.
***
“It’s a shame isn’t it?” Damien, an ex-marine said to his wife, Sarah. She was watching a family argue, and shook her head. “I know.”
Damien placed his hands on Sarah’s waist, and kissed her on the lips. “I’m really going to miss you.” He told her.
“I’m going to miss you too, but I’m glad you want to travel.” She replied, laying her head against his chest.
“I want you to come with me.” Damien said, smiling down at her. Sarah closed her eyes, listening to the steady beat of her husband’s heart.
“You know I can’t. My job...” She trailed off. Damien looked down at her. “I understand.” His smile faded. He lifted her chin up with his fingers. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Sarah replied.
The family had entered the plane, suddenly a voice boomed through the airport. “Flight 1818 is soon to take off; Flight 1818 is soon to take off.”
Damien attempted a smile. “Well, I have to go.”
“Be safe, remember I love you...” Sarah paused. “Have fun.”
Damien leaned down and kissed her. “I’ll see you soon, my love.” With that, he pulled away and started walking towards the plane.
***
George the co-pilot walked through the plane, smiling at the people who had boarded. It wasn’t a large crowd, but he still had a job to do.
“Welcome to flight 1818.” He said to them.
He walked through the curtain that led to the pilot’s compartment. The chief pilot was already seated in his chair. “Are you sure it’s safe to fly in the rain?” George asked him.
The pilot, Lloyd grinned. “The rain isn’t too bad, plus it’s supposed to leave.”
George nodded, taking his seat.
“Whatever you say, sir.” He replied.
“We’re about to go.” Lloyd said. “In...” He checked his watch. “Ten minutes.”
George flipped a few switches, and checked the screen. Lloyd glanced at his co-pilot.
“How are things with your ex-wife?” He asked. George shrugged. “Things are alright, I’m just waiting for her to get hit by a bus.” He replied coolly.
Lloyd laughed and patted George on the back. “Stay optimistic, you’ll be okay.”
“Whatever you say sir.” George repeated.
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