Oh man, this is taking longer than I expected.

The dark clad man stretched his right arm upward, while his left arm offered support for his head as he sank deeper into the seat. His gold eyes wandered to the nearby window, staring out at the clouds passing by. Some of them looked like smoke, others, like cotton. The shimmering bowl of blue with the far-off clouds against it looked unreal, like a painting.

The man let a small yawn pass his lips. Being in one of the seats in the middle row of an airplane could really bore a person. Nothing exciting was going on; the passengers were either listening to music or resting. The two large television screens up front were muted for whatever reason. The attendants were nowhere to be seen; they were probably lounging off somewhere or serving coffee in the first class cabin or something, it didn’t really matter.

But why was he there, of all places?

The volume rose on the televisions. Someone wanted to hear the current news report.

"Investigations are continuing into the disappearance of all the occupants of flights sixty-eight and seventy-three of the national airlines. Reports say that both planes seem to have landed perfectly by themselves, as there were no pilots on board at the time of touchdo--bzzzzzzzzt!"

Finally! Well, that’s my cue.

He stood up, feeling a dark presence all around him now, although, he didn’t have to feel it to know it was there.

"Sir, please be seated and don't panic," an attendant quickly spoke out as she walked up to him, "I'm sure we're just experiencing a little turbulence."

The attendant let out a small yelp as the screens went berserk and then blanked off. The lights flickered on and off and the windows began closing, one by one. Everyone started to panic. A baby that was nearby began to cry; the mother holding it tried frantically to quiet it down. A man cried out in pain as a boiling cup of coffee was spilled unto his lap during the commotion. There were a few shouts of "What the hell?!" and "What's going on?"

Someone from the back screamed a response, "We're all going to die!"

Another flight attendant tried to get the person to calm down.

The lights went off for a long while, making the cabin dive into a long period of darkness.

The voices of the passengers ceased.

The plane started to descend. The change in the direction of the air flow could be felt against the skin.

When the lights came back on, there was no one but the man on the plane. All the seats around him were empty, no passengers, no attendants and no pilots. Only the sound of the flickering lights reached his ears, until a heavy, distorted voice broke the silence.

"You, there. Human, why can I not devour you like all the others?"

The beast began to take form. It was like a cloud of black smoke with fumes for arms and legs. The eyes were completely transparent, as if there were two holes where they were supposed to be.

"Because," the man standing in front of the beast began to respond, putting one hand in his pocket and letting his other hand hang lazily at the side, holding what seemed to be a dagger, "I’m going to be the one who drowns your sorry ass."

Quick as a flash, the tail end of the plane was severed from the rest, forcing the front end of the plane into an immediate nosedive. The man grinned as he stood near the edge of where the severing had occurred, not affected by the pull of gravity. His eyes, now a threatening purple with slit pupils, seemed to light up along with his smile as he held his two blades at his sides. The beast with the transparent eyes was pulled downwards, slamming into the walls and seats before finally landing on the door to the cockpit.

The two swords turned into a black mist and disappeared, while on his back, the same black mist started to take the form of four wings.

"The name’s Rain," he shouted after the demon, "And I'm not human. Try to get that through your head before you hit the water."

His wings spread wide, catching the wind and pulling him out of the spiraling piece of plane. The wings acted like a parachute, slowing his descent. From the air, he watched as the plane caused a large splash as it hit the water. His ears heard the screams of the beast at the whole thing went under the ocean waves.

But something was out of the ordinary. Rain had landed on something, but it whatever it was, he couldn’t see it. Whatever it was, it wasn’t there before, because the plane would have crashed into it. Taking off his left hand’s glove, he put his palm against the invisible surface.

It’s cold. Like glass.

Rain quickly pulled his hand away as the surface rippled under him, like water. He watched as the ripple kept moving until it was stopped by something a little way from he was standing.

What the…? A door?

It was just a normal looking door; painted blue with a silver knob. It was just lying down horizontally with seemingly nothing holding it up. There was a small inscription etched into the door's frame.

"'Enter the Dome now or be turned away forever.'" Rain read it out loud.

He put his hand on the silver doorknob and closed his eyes, half-smiling.

Heh. Curiosity over caution.

He turned the knob and opened the door. Rain found himself looking into a blindingly white room. He stepped down, putting his hands in his pockets and dissipating his wings. Immediately, he felt the pull of gravity under his feet, instead of from the front as one would expect when stepping unto a vertical wall. Rain realized that the tiled, bright white ‘wall’ he had stepped on was now the floor, as if the whole room had shifted.

Or was it the whole world that turned...?

He spun on his heels, but the door was gone now. Rain turned around again, facing the large, long, white room. On the other end, there were a few doors, similar to the one he had just entered. He rubbed his forehead, perplexed.

Okay. Now I know I’m going insane.



OoC: Have at it, m'dear!

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