Kitsunami

Chapter One. It remains in its rough draft form, with all annotations intact. Alternates and speech were for the mappers to use to create an enviroment.

Enjoy.

==============================

Finch walked down the rows of the plane towards the front, glancing to and fro to the various passengers taking their seats. He attempted a smile as the pretty flight attendant gestured for his ticket, then nodded.

"Just this way Sir. First class is through the curtain and you may take any seat that is free."

"Thank you" He nodded his head and made his way through the crimson curtain, glancing back down across a sea of velvet blue, heads bobbing up and down between the gaps in the chairs.

"Quite crowded..."

Finch took his camera and then smiled, taking a picture of the second class seating area before turning and pushing past the curtains, into the
first class area.

"My god..." He stared. His emerald eyes glittered as he gazed across the luxories that awaited. Champaigne, Beer, Tv, Reclining chairs and exotic foods were just some of the pleasentries that awaited Finch. He smiled, and took an empty seat.

"Welcome to First Class sir. May i take your order?" A flight attendant emerged out of the blue, smiling broadly at him, and handing Finch the menu.

"Yes...of course, I'll have the..."

Finch scanned the menu.

"Roast beef and pork dinner, with a glass of wine, and could Ii have a bottle of water please? thank you." Best save the drinking till later, he decided.

The Attendant smiled. "Of course sir. Dinner will be served during the flight. We hope you have a pleasant journey" She then strutted down towards what Finch presumed was the staff area and flight cabin.

Finch grinned, glancing outside of the window at the Runway as the plane began to take off, the engines starting up with a roar, they were soon up into the air. He glanced around at the other first class travellers.

There was only five, including himself, in the first class seating area, despite the crowd that had been in the ocean of second class. Sitting together was a man in a fancy black bow tie suit, and a woman in a white sparkling dress. He quickly realised this must be a newly wed couple and smiled as they held hands and discussed their honeymoon.

"will we get to go coral diving??
"Of course dear."
"And ride a hot air balloon?"
"Of course dear"
"Oh steven..."

The couple embraced passionately, and Finch blushed, glancing over at the other two occupents of first class. They were both dressed in smart business suits, each with a laptop on their table, discussing the stock markets.

"John, I believe that investing would be a mistake at this moment"
"The company needs to grow, we must buy stock and expand"
"I dont know, The markets are pretty volatile"
"Which is exactly why we must! You dont go far without risk, not in this day and age!"
"Well, if you insist...."

Finch laughed, and the two businessmen turned to eye him suspiciously. Luckily the on-board speakers switched on, and the captain began to speak.

"Welcome to flight 187. This is Captain Malcolm White speaking, We will arrive at our destination in approximately three to four hours.

Unfortunately we have been delayed due to a oncoming storm front, and we are taking an alternate and longer route to avoid the poor weather conditions.

If you would just pay attention to the in-flight screens, Our flight attendants will be going over some safety procedures. In the event of an emergency..."

Finch's eyes began to droop as the dull, typical in flight speech began, and went on and on. His eyes wavered, as he yawned, and then, drifted away, falling into a deep sleep....

Finch awoke with a start as the plane shook. His eyes snapped open and he glanced around the area, taking a moment to get his bearings. The entire deck was dark, lit only by the overhead lighting, he glanced out of the window and saw a blur of black clouds followed by lightning and the angry screams of thunder, rain pounding against the windows.

Everyone in the first class compartment was asleep, Finch glanced around and looked for the flight attendant, but she was nowhere to be seen.

-Free Roam begins here. Detailed below is the dialogue/events a player will witness if they walk to that area of the plane.-

(Options are as follows: Sit back down, or Walk up and down the plane before sitting down again)

-Seated- (Aka, a 'skip' button. If you sit back down, you dont encounter any of the dialogue from the free roam.)

Finch decided to remain seated, he quickly sat back down and buckled his seat belt, glancing around as the plane shook violently several times, glass smashing on the floor as anything that was not strapped down suddenly flew, the plane lurching to one side.

The intercomm sprang to life, and flight attendants rushed down the rows, clinging to chairs as they made their way forwards.

"Everyone please remain calm! Stay in your seats, please, put your seat belts on!" The flight attendants struggled against the planes movement as they moved up and down to check that all passengers were seated and nobody was injured, strapping down equipment and luggage as they went.

"This is the captain speaking, All passengers are to remain seated and assume crash positions. I repeat, all passengers are to remain seated and assume crash positions. We are going down, I repeat, we are going down."

-Free Roam-

Finch unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up, glancing up and down the deck, past the seats. Outside, he could see the lightning as it shot across the black sky, and the roar of the thunder was all around.

He made his way up towards the flight cabin, past the sleeping couple and businessmen, and into the staff area. Here he saw one flight attendant being violently sick into a bag, another comforting her, both not seeming to notice the man as he made his way up to the doorway, and opened it, glancing into the flight cabin.

An array of switchs, lights, buttons, and other such machinery met his eyes, computer displays beeping and sparkling. He could see several bright red 'warning' messages flashing across screens, and he knew this couldnt be good.

Finch glanced between the two pilots, One wrestling with the controls as the plane shook from side to side, the other apparently on the radio.

"Flight 187 to control, Flight 187 to control, please respond. This is Flight 187, can anybody hear us? Our flight systems are malfunctioning, our nav-con is down and the GPS is not working. We need immediate assistance. Hello? Hello?"

Finch paled.

"This is flight 187 to anybody, Our position is unknown, we are in a heavy storm and cannot get out. Our engines are taking a pounding and our navigation system is down. Please respond."

"Jack, give it up, nobody can hear us through this mess. We're on our own."

"Captain...." The two men looked at each other before the Captain spotted finch.

"Hey ! You can't be in here!" He gestured, and the co-pilot moved over towards him, Finch pulled back as the door was closed, and then, locked. Placing his ear against the door Finch could hear the two talking, and it didn't sound good.

"Jack, I'm going to need you at the controls. I can't keep her steady in this weather, Wind speed has reached 200 and the static in the air is interfering with the electrical systems."

"All right Captain. Switching to manual."

"Good..I want you to issue a mayday and set the black box's beacon."

"....yes sir..."

"This is flight 187, Mayday Mayday, we are going down. I repeat, This is flight 187, Mayday Mayday, can anyone hear us. Mayday Mayday, This is flight 187...I repeat..."

Finch paled and turned, running back down into the first class area.

-Second class area-

Finch glanced around and shivered as he entered the second class area, and watched as the mixture of people cowered, slept, and talked. A flurry of voices met his ears as he walked down the isle.

"Is everything alright?"
"We'll be fine"
"Oh god..."
"I cant see the engines..."
"Is that lightning?"
"Were all going to die!"
"Calm down!"
"What a storm."
"Look at that lightning!"
"Im scared"
"Shh it'l be alright dear"
"God save us all.."
"Mommy!"

Finch saw two flight attendants moving through the chairs, assuring people everything would be alright.

"Its just a storm, there is nothing to worry about"
"Calm down please, remain seated."

Somehow, he didn't believe that. Finch turned and made his way through the crowd, stopping as he noticed a flight attendant struggling with a trolley full of drinks and food. He rushed over and grabbed one end, helping her to push the trolley.

"Thank you Sir..." She commented, smiling at him as they pushed it into the attendant area for second class, locking it into a secure position.

"Please sir, make your way back to your seat" Finch nodded politely and made his way back towards first class.

-Third class area-

Finch made his way towards the tail of the plane, back here he could see many people crying in fear, a mixture of different ethnicity united in terror, the few windows showing the raging storm around them as the plane shook, too much luggage and baggage was contained into small areas, each shake throwing more of it at the people crammed together in rows, injuring them and causing more screams and cries of terror.

Finch watched as a flight attendant tried to keep the torrent of luggage back, but was failing. He rushed over to help, pushing the baggage back into the overhead containers, and helping the attendant to lock it inside. He smiled at him.

"Thanks mate. Shouldn't you be in your seat though?" The man gestured back towards second class, and Finch nodded, turning and making his way back.

-Free Roam Ending-

Finch made his way back into first class, towards his seat. A flight attendant moved down to assist him, and aided by the flight attendant, he quickly sat back down and buckled his seat belt, glancing around as the plane shook violently several times, glass smashing on the floor as anything that was not strapped down suddenly flew, the plane lurching to one side.

The attendant who had helped him to his seat screamed and was flung backwards, landing at an awkward angle in a seat nearby. She didn't move.

The intercomm sprang to life, and flight attendants rushed down the rows, clinging to chairs as they made their way forwards.

"Everyone please remain calm! Stay in your seats, please, put your seat belts on!" The flight attendants struggled against the planes movement as they moved up and down to check that all passengers were seated and nobody was injured, strapping down equipment and luggage as they went.

"This is the captain speaking, All passengers are to remain seated and assume crash positions. I repeat, all passengers are to remain seated and assume crash positions. We are going down, I repeat, we are going down."

-Alternates end-

Finch glanced outside of the window, looking down, he could see the outlines of a forest and trees, and perhaps, water. There was a huge crack followed by an explosion, the plane shook one final time and, suddenly, there was silence. Finch's heart pounded as he realised he could no longer hear the engines.

He glanced around. The plane seemed to hang in the air for a moment, before dropping into a nosedive, its engines failing, wind screaming past the windows which exploded from the loss of pressure, glass spraying across the passengers. Finch clung to his chair tightly and put on the air-mask as it dropped down, watching with wide eyes as the plane spiralled, luggage, flight attendants and those unlucky enough to not be in their seats began tumbling through the curtain to first class, screaming as they landed at the front of the plane in a growing pile.

With an abrupt explosion, the plane span in a circle, one engine spiralling off, a flaming mass, tearing away several parts of the third class compartment and second, people screaming as they were flung out into the air, luggage spraying into the jungle below.

"HOLY SHI-" The intercom was cut short, and with another explosion, the plane finally hit the jungle. Trees tore into the metal, the high speed smashing apart the cockpit and other areas of the plane, the tail-section and remaining engine exploding into flames. Finch heard one final scream of terror from the couple across the compartment, before everything went dark in a burst of agony.