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Short Story

Startled, he awoke! David looked around to take in what he had missed during his sleep. Mostly, everything was as before. The air hostesses were carting their trolleys up and down the isles, and the large man next to him was still snoring, to his dislike. The sickening smell of in-flight food overwhelmed his senses. The flight had lifted off close to 6 hours ago from Heathrow, too long for his liking however. As he began to stretch he was caught off guard by the cramp in his foot and jolted forward in surprise. As he layed back against his headrest he wondered what his “employer” wanted with this man anyway. He opened the file which held his targets info in which it told him that the man was a 37 year old Korean governer which was situated in the City of Pyongyang. He had no idea why he had been employed to deal with this man, only that it meant he got a lump sum of cash! Slowly, once again, he relaxed back in to the uncomfortable airline chair and decended into a deep sleep, whilst plotting his method.



David sat bolt up-right as the claxion ringed solidly through his eats. The aircraft dipped and rolled as the pilots screamed through the intecomm! People were crying in distress as they were thrown from their seats like dolls. Alarmed at the situation, he tried to stand, but to no avail as he smashed the back of his head off the roof. The captain shouted through the intercomm that the plane had been mistakenly shot at by an unidentifyed force. A shiver shot down his back as he reviewed his chances and options. He decided to make his way to where the captains were situated. His effort however was more of a stumble as he forced his way through the crowd. Once there however, life became that more difficult. The middle of the plane was clearly starting to rupture and cracks were apearing above the luggage slots. SNAP!

He braced himself as the plane split, sending passengers sprawling down into the unknown below. The air rush nearly dragged him out through the gapping whole in the side of the aircraft but he struggled and hung on with all his strength. David felt as if his arms were about to rip off as the huge forces tugged and pulled at him. Then, it happened. Freefall of the front halve of the aircraft took place as it ripped free of the other halve, which spiraled down towards the marshy landscape below. He tried to cry for help but it was droned out by the loads whlisting of the 737-800 engines. The pressure was affecting him greatly as he assended with speed and his head began to spin. Everything started to grow darker, the sun seemed to hide behind the clouds, and all the noises assaulting his senses died down to a grumble as he tumbled towards the earth below. The journey downwards started to slow as he drew nearer to black out. He forced his eyes fully open one last time to see the tail end of the aircraft crumple on impact with the ground. Then the darkness took him.



David awoke to the strong smell of burning, almost like a barbeque. He greeted this smell and lifted himself off the ground to take a look around. He gasped. He could not have thought more wrongly, the smells of burning was from a segment of his jets fusilage and also what he could only presume to be the bodies of the unlucky passengers. He threw up. He staggered a few yards as his legs wear covered in small debris and particles of glass. He climbed up onto a large pile of rocks and surveyed the surroundings. There was not much to see. All that stood before him was a barren landscape, with little vegetation apart from the marshy forest where his plane had crashed. Then he heard rustling, and not the good type. He stood completely still, listening, scanning the area the sound came from. Then they pounced! At least ten darkly dressed Korean’s men jumpped up from the undergrowth and rocks and assaulted him. Swiftly, the ducked as one man swung his fist in an ark to catch him in the back of his head. His retaliation was sharp, catching the mans fist in his right hand and heaving it up his back, only to flip him onto his face. Then another came. David jumpped backwards and his leg recoiled to catch the assailent’s knee, breaking it. The man screamed as more of his comerades lunged into the brawl. He took down another with a quick jab to his head, knocking him out presumably. And he keeled over and fell on another one of them.

By now his adreneline was pumping and they came at him one at a time, and fell that way too! However, caught up, he did not realise the man standing behind him with the gun. His yelled as two rounds were shot into the back of his legs, making him fall. The men still standing took use of this advantage to pin him to the gravel. One man stood over him, the one who had shot him, and stared directly into his eyes. He felt like the man was looking into his soul. He spat. The Korean slammed his foot into the side of David, and he growned. The man seemed to take pleasure in this act and repeated it several times. He felt his head starting to spin as the man crushed his boot into his face. He blacked out, for the second time.



He awoke to a dully light room, with damp walls. He strained his eyes to see into the darkness, and tried to stand. He found however that he was being stood on but the men. Unfortuneatly, as soon as he had shown signs of life, punches began to be thrown once again into his face. The screamed for them to stop but that only seemed to provoke them futher. He threw up. One man grabbed his hair and pulled his face up. Once again, the Evil Korean man was there. He braced, thinking that the man would hit him again. Instead, the man towered over him and whispered into his ears. “Why are you hear, spy”. David fumbled in his mouth for the words, but the ecking in his stomack made it nearly impossible. He was hit over the head by someone. The man asked again. “I am David, what do you want with me”. The man replied “we do not tolerate spys in our country Mr……” “Coultard, and im not a spy, you must have the wrong man, for I am a…..” Smash, someone from behind hit him again, harder though this time, it stung. “We know who you are, you where sent here to rid us from this land”, he took a breath, “We here in Korea do not like people who try to kill us, we retaliate by striking first and cutting off the head of our enemies”. “Seriously” David said, shaking slightly from fear “You have the wrong man, im a business man”. “That is enough, I have more important matters to attend. The man signaled his hand to someone that David couldn’t see. There was a rush of air as the axe came down and left a bloody trail………..



Just recently we have heard news of a death in Korea. This would not seem unusual as we are at war with them, however there has been a death that we did not see coming. The vise president has been killed in an undercover attept to enter Korea. We are very sorry to report this news. CNN……..