Flights were always terrible. But in my case, it was more like a disaster.

I had to focus way too much, so I didn't become a flight risk and then there was the fact that this flight was only going to take me to the edge of France. From then on, I'd have to either swim or take a boat. I preferred the latter but that would have taken some time too.

If only I could fly like my grandfather.

Sigh.

And why wasn't this plane taking off though?

I'd been sitting tight for over half an hour now and it was supposed to take off nearly seven minutes ago. So what happened?

If we waited any longer I'd be late whether I liked it or not.

"Excuse me?" I called one of the attendants.

She just ignored me.

There were other passengers calling the attendants too, but no one was paying attention to anyone.

Something wasn't right.

And just when I was about to stand up- the plane moved.

Well, I guess they were being like this since they knew we were about to take off anyway. But didn't the captain usually used to say a few words before the flight?

And most of the attendants were sweating a bit too.

Well I guess, complaining wasn't going to help anyway. SO, without making a fuss, I put on some complimentary headphones and looked out the window. Taking off, the sky, all this stuff always kind of bored me. I wanted to fly, but on my own powers not by some flying potential death tube.

Sigh.

We were pretty high up in the air and it was going to take about half an hour from here. We were going much faster than the speed of sound, but I kind of wanted this thing to go faster. Because even if I ended up catching a fast boat from the port, it'd be close. I had ten minutes extra with everything calculated. And since this thing started seven minutes late, I only had three minutes to actually get a ship once we landed.

Life was a drag.

Yawn. I kind of wanted to sleep some more though.

"This is your captain speaking. There has been a slight change of course and we're heading to Siberia."

That was it and it caught my attention over the headphones. Everyone looked around thinking this to be a joke.

"What the hell?" I was kind of confused too. Since when did airlines become this childish?

Was someone running an elaborate prank? Why?

About seven guys dressed in black walked inside the compartment with sabers and phasers in hand. They all had facemasks- with holes for their mouths- on and a grin too.

Well, I guess this wasn't a prank.

"We're taking over and you are our hostages. If everyone behaves nicely and we get our money, all will be cool." One of the guys said, probably the leader.

Meaning if they didn't get their money, all wouldn't be cool.

"But young man-" An old man stood up. He was frail and kind of right next to the thug.

"You perhaps don't understand geezer." The guy pulled out his phaser and pointed it straight at the man's head.

The passengers understood the situation, so they didn't make a scene. 'Spineless wusses.'

The thug pulled the trigger and a ball of hot plasma almost vaporized the man- or so it looked like. But nothing happened.

"Excuse me?" I raised my hand and stood up. "I'm getting kind of late for my class, so can you guys drop me off-island to the north? I'll turn a blind eye to this, in that case." Of course, I didn't have any reason or intention to keep my word.

"Zip it kid!" the man had a vexed look. I guess the sudden dispersion of his shot kind of irked him.

Another man pointed a gun at me and signed me to sit down. "We have an energy diffuser with us, so don't think about using any powers."

"Moron!" The leader guy clicked his tongue. "How'd he know about the diffuser? He's a civilian!"

And these morons were quarreling amongst themselves already.

I'd heard about energy diffusers before but they were only used by the military, so how did these sorry excuses for thugs, get their hands on one? And not to mention they just assumed I didn't know. Wait, where did I actually learn this from?

I couldn't remember.

"Well, kinda sorry about what's going to happen next." With a smirk, I made my saber into a small knife and launched myself forward. I'd kept it on just to make a barrier before, without shaping anything in particular.

The place was small so fighting wasn't the best idea. And since this plane was still in flight, I had to do this quickly and I had to do this carefully.

"You moron!" He fired at me.

I blocked the shot. Wasn't he the idiot to fire in a compartment like this?

"Right back at ya." I turned the knife instantly to a spear and disarmed them, cutting off their fingers in the process. I couldn't be fast and accurate at the same time and I didn't want to either. These guys were literally trying to kill me after all.

All six of them rolled on the floor after two or three punches and kicks. Weaklings.

I wondered what was wrong with the thugs of this country.

I was kind of disappointed.

Claps came from behind me. It was the crowd. This time they were sitting peacefully, just watching the show. Did they want popcorn or something?

I didn't know why but all of these things made my mood a lot worse than it should have.

"Thank you, young man." The geezer looked awfully glad. Well, guess I'd at least done one good thing.

I didn't respond to the crowd, gave the geezer a nod, and just made through the whole plane. There were fourteen thugs in total and I'd punched the lights out of twelve. The other two were in the cockpit.

No door was enough to stop me.

Once at the cockpit, I punched the remaining two thugs and ended this charade. "Can you fly over this island? And you guys have parachutes, right?" I didn't know how much we deviated from the path or how far we were, I kind of just wanted to get to the island as fast as possible.

There were two pilots driving. The two thugs on the floor were still rolling around in pain.

"That's against the protocol, so I'm afraid-" the assistant attempted.

"Who, are you, young man?" The captain didn't look at me but spoke casually.

"Helio R. Jintel."

"Th-the cursed mask?" The assistant jumped, hearing my name.

I sighed. I even purposefully didn't pronounce my family name too.

"W-we can take you there!"

That was fast.

"Thanks." I didn't care. If this was going to get me at school quickly, it was cool.

I returned back to my seat and only moments later, I was surrounded by attendants.

"Sir, here!"

Apparently, I was now their sir, and they even tried to hand feed me food: I'd declined for obvious reasons. They were treating me like royalty.

Oh well, this might not have been that bad.

Forty minutes flew by in a flash and we were about ten thousand meters above the island.

"You sure you'll be okay!?" The attendant screamed loud as the hatch opened near the back of the plane. There was a bunch of cargo here but there wasn't anybody else besides the two of us.

"Confident!" I gave her a thumbs up and jumped.

She made a cone with her hands. "Good luck!" Her voice kind of reached me a bit late as the plane kept on moving.

I had a backpack and it had a parachute.

I fell fast but everything was normal. I'd done this before once, but I couldn't remember when. Probably during my blank period. 'Had gramps seriously thrown me from a plane or something?' I couldn't deny the possibility.

I spun around a little and looked at the clouds. This was kind of fun. I could see how this became a sport.

I even tried some handsome poses. It was a shame there weren't any mirrors here.

Wait, the Holo!

I took a selfie and with everything done, nearly halfway through, I pulled the string and a parachute came out.

Everything was okay and I was confident of my landing skills…. Until I wasn't.

The parachute kind of detached itself from the back and the bag detached itself from me. Did I strap things wrong? Did I do something wrong? Was my fate just full of falling?

I didn't know.

But one thing I did know, the parachute had failed and I was falling down at rapid speeds to the ground.

Confidence? There was none.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!" My screams filled the heavens as the ground came closer and closer.

I'd probably break more than just bones. 'Holy FUc*ing bloody hell!'