Death shows itself twice in a young home. Paul had just lost both his parents both in a car accident and now needed a place to stay.
His aunt decided to drop him off at an orphanage home until the required finances where obtained to take care of the child.
Paul was left at the orphanage home for a few days with no appropriate cater for himself.
Paul was about two and a half years old when he lost his father. His father was called on a business trip to California and he accepted the offer without hesitation.
Paul's dad (Mr. Rick) POV, while he was alive:
It was one of those days where you wake up to visit about seven unread messages in your phone.
I deleted those that felt unnecessary and kept those that felt important, that is when the moment that could change my life was presented before me.
I got invited to a job conference meeting in california. Although we lived in Las Vegas and the journey to California might be a bit straneous, I kept movitating knowing that this could as well change my life.
I saw my wife holding our child firmly between her arms holding a cold face.
I tried to keep a neutral face trying to ignore what had just happened.
Then I spoke, "Honey" I said to get her attention, "I will be leaving to california for a business conference", I said calmly with a hint of excitement.
My wife stared at me speechless, either through the shock or the fear. Suddenly, she began raining down arguments about how I should not go for this meeting as she needed both help to take care of the baby.
I groaned in disbelief, shaking my head. Surprisingly enough in my family the home was led by my wife while I was more like second in command.
Since the baby was given birth to, she has seemed to leave me and concentrate more on the baby seeing me as a complete waste of time and space.
This time, I decided to prove that I am not.
The next day, very early in the morning I packed my bags and snuck out of the house.
"In and out", I said silently knowing that this will completely piss Mrs. Rick off.
Early in the morning I found myself in the airport. I had no idea how I got there but I decided to book a flight to California to save myself the time and energy.
I walked in for the check up, but after I had walked by, a strange man looking like he can smoke twenty cigarettes in a minute came in for checkup.
I wondered how this guy even had enough money to book a flight.
He was checked and to my hearing found to have had metal, I'm not sure how the police dealt with that but I was already long gone by then.
Soon enough, the luggage were loaded into the plane and we took off.
An average flight from Paris to caliifornia takes about 11 hours.
For the first five the flight felt decent and heart warming.
About a few mins after I began to relax I heard the exact song of a gun reload. It sounded so ligit that I literally began to tremble in fear.
After that moment, my life was not at rest. I kept thinking about that moment right until disaster finally strook.
The same man who I had seen a while back, and a young boy just stormed out of their seats and began pointing their guns at everyone. I refused to do what they told and began rampantly humping between chairs and desks without hesitation.
The older man went towards the cockpit, while everyone not even the flight attendant knew how they got in here, ho they got the weapons in here and they were both powerless to stop him.
I stood in the corner waiting for the right time to srike and turn this into a tug of war between strong and weak.
I pounced like a lion and leaped like a frog. Lucky for me, the stray bullets that were shot towards me seemed to all miss their targets.
I began tugging the man left and right until the gun finally left his hand.
From then on, I knew I had already won the fight.
Meanwhile, while Rick and the young man stood their fighting, the old man began rampantly shooting through the door of the cockpit until one of the bullets hit the first officer.
"Holy S**t", the pilot shouted seeing the dead body roll down the chair.
The old man soon turned the holes in the door into an opening and as quick as flash began strangling the pilot.
"This country, world, people and everyone are craze. I am the only sane one. The force of this gun will show it", the old man said randomly and shockingly.
Rick had finally outmuscled the young man with the help of some other passengers. The flight attendant thanked him for his efforts and began running to check on the pilots.
By the time she got there, she saw the dead first officer and the strangled pilot with the old man pointing a gun right at her chest.
She fainted at the spot and on top of that got shot at the chest.
Rick retaliated with stray bullets shot towards the old man, but not being trained or skilled he missed all attempted shots.
"Get down", was soon yelled from behind Rick, everyone got down as the old man also began retaliating with stray bullets through the air.
One of the bullets hit Rick directly on the calf.
Around this time, the plane was already in a nose dive directly towards the ground, it was only about two feet until impact.
Rick seeing the blood rushing from his calf remembered his wife and their little baby which he named Paul.
With every glimpse of strength in him, he charged without thinking towards the old man and kicked the gun directly of his hands.
The passengers cheered him on as others came to assist him.
"Hold him off, kill him if necessary. I will see if I can get this plane back steady", Rick said nervously as he rushed towards the cockpit and soon began crying.
He moved the dead pilot out of the way and began pulling up. He pulled with all his might and strength and slowly watched the plane plummit to the ground.
It seemed that the controls had been destroyed in the tussle but lucky enough, the plane actually began to bank.
"5....4.....3...2...1", was then screeched out of the plane audio as it crashed it self along the run way dismantling Rick and every other person on board.