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    The Lost Word – Chapter 3

    Story written on April 30, 2007 by The L Word RPG.
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    “Hey, lie back, I don’t want you hurting yourself,” Dr. Wilson told the frantic Shane. “Let me look at his leg. I’m a doctor.”

    A knife.

    This crazy chick had pulled a knife on him.

    Mark’s eyes rose to meet the woman’s.

    Feisty. He liked it.

    "Alright. Alright," he smiled, a thousand times more charming than the last, and slowly slid the bag from his shoulder to let the woman pick up the slack on it. "I was just trying to be cute, you know."


    Jenny Schecter

    The tips of her slender digits groped at the armrests as the plane rocked and bucked from the turbulence. In an attempt to calm herself from the inevitable crash, Jenny Schecter chanted the mantra that had been given to her by her therapist. Unfortunately for her, the damn mantra wasn’t working for her. Instead she saw images of people screaming for their lives and the roaring sound of the plane going down.

    "I told him I didn’t want to fly!" she spat out venomously as her head snapped forward, the plane jerking once again.

    Flying was one of the many fears a person could have. Why her therapist thought getting on a damn flight would cure her fears was beyond her understanding. The sad part was, she wrote of such predicaments in past stories! Was this how she was going to die?! Fate had a horrible sense of humor if that was the case.

    Lids fluttered as she continued the mantra, fingers still groping onto the armrests, as Jenny blocked out the horrible screams that made her heart thud and mind cry out to them. Concentrate, Jen. Concentrate on anything but this moment. No matter how hard she tried to calm down, the fear was brought back tenfold as the plane nose-dived.

    "I don’t want to die!!!" the dark-haired woman screamed, tears pouring in torrents down her smooth pale cheeks. She could only imagine the pain and the horrible feelings everyone else was going through. Then, all was forgotten as the black abyss opened it’s proverbial arms and enveloped her with it’s cold embrace.

     

    Eva “Papi” Torres 

    On her way towards what was left of the airplane, Papi noticed there were several less injured people already helping, and wondered if she could really help or if she’d only get in the way. She wasn’t one to want to piss off God twice in the same week, though. She had to do something.

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