I know he's upset with how I gave him that attitude so sudden. I smiled as the elevator went down to the lobby room floor. He said Kristian was waiting on me in the lobby. I was happy with him choosing Kristian to go with.
The elevator stopped, and door opened. I walked to Kristian, who was wearing a red shirt with blue jeans. Air Jordan Bred 11's on his feet. Those shoes cost three hundred dollars nowadays, but people still by them. Michael Jordan is nearly seventy years old, a billionaire from his investment. His shoes been out since the 90's, still selling the same as they did in 1990 at this day in 2030.
"Who are you dressing up for today?" I asked him looking him up and down.
"I see you and your boyfriend back together." He said, smiling.
"My fiancé?"
"Thought we were going to sabotage him, now your back together."
"I guess if Morgan wasn't kidnapped we wouldn't be back together, she did this for us."
I didn't know the relationship Kristian had with Morgan, but I could tell he was sad. She was obviously lowkey, and personal about herself. Yet, she got along with everyone so well. The thoughts of how Jordan died filled everyone, we couldn't allow Morgan to go through with the same thing.
"I don't think your fiancé is retaliating quick enough to get her back." Kristian said.
"He's gotta plan, hopefully it'll workout."
"Hopefully."
Kristian drove us to the airport. We listened to Kendrick Lamar and Pac the entire time. It was always the same artist nowadays, everyone hates the newcomers in the music industry.
We went through security, the passport bullshit, and we're on our way to the plane when I thought about Darion. I hate that he's making me leave him here to handle the Morgan situation alone.
I dialed his number to speak with him. I was in a good mood, hearing his voice would make it better. The phone rang numerous times, more than usual.
"Yes baby." He finally answered, but sounded upset.
"Why don't you sound too happy to hear from me? Are you disappointed that I called you?" I replied.
"No, it's just that I didn't expect it."
"Right, because men don't call their girlfriend anymore nowadays."
"No, I thought you were the terrorist."
"Well I'm sorry Darion, I won't call again."
"Stop being dramatic, chill your ass down."
"Chill? What the hell is chill? I have no damn chill."
"Well then learn how to get it!" His voice time raised, sexy as hell.
I laughed softly. "Fuck you, you call yourself getting mad and making your voice deeper? I call you making my panties wet. It's a win-win, continue with your anger."
He sighed. "Your cool now?"
"I'm cool Darion, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, just got outta bed."
"What, why are you laying in bed?"
"I'm lazy."
"Get your ass up and find Morgan."
"I'm on it."
"You better be, I needed to hear your voice before getting on this plane."
"Aww, your too sweet."
"I'm afraid to leave you here, to be honest."
"You should fear nothing Rose."
"I'm going to Europe Darion, leaving your ass in America. We'll be in different continents."
"I'll be there soon."
Suddenly, Jordan crossed my mind. "Jordan would've loved going to Rome."
"Why you say that?"
"He hates Europe, but loves Rome."
"Why did he hate Europe?"
"Why does he, don't speak of him in past tense.."
"But he's-"
"I said do not speak of him in past tense!" I yelled before he finished, I didn't want to hear him talk about Jordan being dead. "He's just like us, except he's not here. We're all dead, we're all trapped in this hell. He's just freed."
"Stop speaking like that, why did he hate Europe?" He asked, obviously just to get my mind off of that statement I just made.
"He thinks they're power hungry, rich ass, white assholes." I decided to just go with his flow.
He chuckled. "Really?"
"Yeah, once I think about its almost like you. Only difference is your power hungry, rich, and black instead of white. Your the same, just black ass hell."
"I'm not that darkskin, baby girl."
"Chocolate enough, baby boy."
"Don't call me that."
"Why not? It doesn't work both ways?"
"No, it doesn't work both ways like you and your girlfriends do."
I laughed hardly, that amused me. "Do I sense shade being thrown?"
"Yes, fifty shades of your bullshit. If you want to know."
"Your just upset because they ate my pussy better than you."
"That's the biggest lie of the year."
"That's what you want and what you wish."
"It's more like what I'm sure I already know."
We were coming closer to our plane entrance. I was going to lose connection soon anyway, so I decided to say goodbye. Honestly, I don't like how this conversation went. His attitude just didn't fit with mine at all, it's as if he literally was trying to piss me off.
"I've got to go Darion. I love you. I'll call you later, stay safe for me, and find Morgan!"
"Don't go fucking Jamila and Jaylie." He said, just before rudely hanging up the phone call.
"He didn't say I love you back to me.." I said softly.
"What? What's wrong with him?" Kristian replied.
"I don't know.." My mood went from pure happiness and positivity, to the exact opposite. "Maybe he's mad at me. Maybe I did something wrong again."
"Rose, it's okay." He kissed my forehead softly. "We're going to Rome, smile and be a little happy at least."
"Yeah, your right Kris.." My mind was still on whatever reason it was for Darion to be so upset with me.
Even when we were seated in our plane sits and lifting off, I wanted to call back and ask what was wrong. But instead I leaned on Kristian's shoulder and attempted to sleep. I knew the plane ride would be long, so sleeping for a moment would be smart. At least a small nap at least.
Eventually, I dozed off. But that small nap was all I got, because I was waken up by a yell from the back of the plane. The woman's yell was followed by rapid gunfire. I looked at Kristian with my eyes widened, he was just as shocked as I was. How could there be people with machine guns on the plane?
One of the men walked to the front of the plane. Another man shot and killed every flight attendant on the plane. These men weren't joking around, they were obviously cruel, cold hearted, savage terrorist. They were here for a purpose, I was most certain that the purpose was for me. I unbuckled my seat belt and stood on my feet.
"Why are you doing this? Innocent lives shouldn't be taken away!" I yelled, grabbing the attention of the three men holding the machine guns.
"Castillo, take this plane over." The man standing in the middle of them ordered.
The man he ordered, Castillo went into the cockpit of the plane. I watched as the two terrorist who stood outside the cockpit grabbed hold of something to keep them from falling. I quickly sat back in my seat and fastened my seatbelt before the plane was flown off track and wildly. Castillo must had killed the pilots, now the plane was full of people who had no idea how to get help. All the flight attendants and the the pilots were now dead. The man who ordered Castillo must be the leader, because he walked right to me the second the plane was steady again.
"What is your name?" He asked me.
"It depends on who's asking."
He put his gun against my head, I watched as his finger came close to the trigger. "Do not make me repeat myself!"
"I said, it depends on who's asking!" I yelled with him.
He quickly shifted his gun to Kristian and yelled. "Who are you?"
"Rose Castro!"
He smiled widely, as if this was so fun for him. "We got her boys!"
He pulled the trigger to his gun, shooting Kristian in the chest. I yelled, I grabbed Kristian and yelled. I turned red, in anger. My mind wasn't right, my thoughts were scattered. My vision was blurring from instant tears. I attempted to take his weapon, but failed.
I woke up from a push by my shoulder. I hands were tied, my mouth was covered. A sharp pain was in my head, the man hit the hell out of me with his gun. He hit me so hard, he knocked me out cold. I may have had an concussion, that's probably why I'm looking at Morgan right now. Because my concussion is causing hallucinations.
It took me a moment to comeback into reality, Morgan was on her knees. Her hands were tied just like mine. Her mouth wasn't covered, but the bandana was just below her mouth. The leader terrorist held a phone to her ear and she was speaking to it.
A tick finally went off in my brain. The terrorist were making her call Darion, just as he planned. He must've been right, the President must still be alive to hire these terrorist to kidnap is. I was the next victim to be kidnapped.
I watched as the leader removed the phone from Morgan's ear and placed the bandana back over her mouth. He tightened it so she couldn't speak and put the phone to his own ear.
He spoke on the phone himself. My mind was too sidetracked to pay attention, but I believe I did catch his name. Between Kristian being shot, Morgan being kneeled down in arm length distance from me, and Darion being correct about the terrorist situation, I don't know which caused me to cry the most.
Most likely Kristian, he's one of my bestfriends. I was just asleep on his shoulder, now he's gone. First they took Jordan from me, then they took Kristian as well. Vengeance was the only thing that filled my mind. I had to kill everyone of them or else my friends died in vein.
Morgan wasn't beat, but she still didn't look healthy. Her eyes were red from crying, but my eyes were quickly drying like raisins. Tears no longer fled from my eyes. Now, the anger ran through my heart and bitterness began to spread through my veins.
My hands and mouth were tied, there's nothing I could do. So I had to use whatever was given me to use. I stood up on my two feet. The leader, Slavic looked at me and hung up the phone. He yanked his machete from his waist, I recognized it as the same one used to murder Jordan. That machete, will be the same one I use to murder him with. He pressed it against my throat and removed the bandana from my mouth.
"You look as if you have something to say." He spoke. "Say it!"
"You killed Jordan.." I didn't expect my words to fumble out so femininely and softly. This wasn't the time or place to sound weak.
"With this knife right here," he pressed it against my throat harder, cutting my flesh. "Is there a problem?"
I smiled. "I'm going to cut off both your arms with that very same knife you hold."
He smiled back. "Your man bitch said something similar. You just give me more a crave to cut your head off with it."
"Your stupid if you think you can kill me, you have no idea who the hell your fucking with."
He turned from me and removed the bandana from Morgan's mouth. "Your unneeded, any last words before kill you in front of your friend?"
My instincts reacted quickly, my thoughts come and go. My entire plan was already plotted, now it was time to attack. I bit the his ass in his ear and yanked that motherfucker off.
He yelled and fell to the ground as I expected. Your ears supply your bodies balance, if I attacked his ears he'll become vulnerable. I quickly got behind Morgan and bit off the then wire tied against her wrist, she moved behind me and did the same.
One of the terrorist called Slavic's name as he ran towards us to assist Slavic I believe, the biggest mistake of his life. He should had just stayed his terrorist ass in the front of the plane and defended the cockpit and left us alone in the back. But instead, he just had to come running in assistance for Slavic, such a bitch. He deserved to die, they all do.
I shook off my hands because my wrist were in pain and picked up Slavic's gun. I aimed it at the man as he ran to us, he was shocked to see me untied. But he had no time to react, the last thing he saw was my devilish smile before I pulled the trigger raining the bullets on his body.