Jetfire
By Tekra
Metal, screeching metal, as setamo barely scrapes by a mine that explodes behind him. The ship flies going at breakneck speeds dodging and weaving with incredible bravery and speed. Making impossible turns up, down, left, right. All the time hundreds of silent death threats call him from all around. His eyes are bloodshot focusing solely on the space in front of him when in a blaze of noise and terror flames consume the ship. Nothingness. He is floating now, nothing but luck remaining edging aimlessly around every threat somehow not dead. Scorched metal and fizzing electronics cables that burst all around him expelling deadly sparks. His eyes slowly open and he realises his situation, “no, not today” he sits up leans back in his pilot seat that creaks on its waning supports, only yellow fuzz coating his mind a yellow fuzz heading for oblivion. He thrashes the control module back and shoots towards the scrubby planet like a billion bats out of hell.
Driven only by how he was raised driven by morals and respect for not letting a good life go to waste. Steel storms around him at incredible pace, blurring around the cockpit noting in the ship was steady now the wires that lace the inside now are swinging violently a hurricane of arms and a shower of sparks surround him. “pull up, pull up” echoes a mechanical voice. Jet only ducks his head and smiles a little smile to himself. He then rears up and looking like he was ready to charge at a pack of bulls. He slams down on the accelerator and flies out of the storming steel, so fast towards a blurring horizon. The ship seemed to blur, to pinch in like a football kicked at an inhuman speed. the metal creaked and a horrific tearing sound turned everything black and quiet for setamo. His expression fades and he slowly turns to the black void outside the window seeing the sail floating free.
He gulped terrified, and his mouth opened in horrified awe to reveal a dry dead mouth. The world began to twirl carelessly spinning around him, setamo knew there was only one way out of this he shoved his hand into the glove compartment and jerked out a strange container of pills. Emptying it in one ferocious gulp his ears pricked up and his fur stood on end. There was that rebellious smile again. “I’m a’ coming kyo” he shouted and roared down on all the pedals (except the brake) nearly shoving them through the floor and ripping the control module of. The twirling continued but this time he just flew through it, through the hurricane of peeling steel. A stadium he could see now and he lurched the controls back at this moment exactly the alarms shot on screaming at him. The plane shot into the ring its torn and tattered body spotted by a red furred demon below. It smoked as the plane came down jerking setamo out of rational consciousness just hearing a screaming order from the demon “open the cockpit!!!” the glass shot open and te smoke flew away in the breeze he stared at it floating and disappearing just as he did out of consciousness. hardly noticing what the demon and yellow fuzz were saying, let alone what he was saying. One word echoed though his mind ‘jetfire’ he smirked and blackened nothing left of him except a limp body with a destroyed mind.
