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From: Tawnyangel22 Sent: 6/4/2006 2:07 PM
The Malaysian Peninsular
The interior of the plane was in partial darkness, with the dense foliage of the jungle causing an eerie glow, giving the occupants an almost unearthly appearance. The only lights visible were the tiny safety lights running along each side of the aisle. It was hot: unbearably, stiflingly hot, as the air conditioning had ceased to operate. Mosquitoes were buzzing around, having gained access through the smashed windows. There was a very real danger of snakes and spiders gaining access in the same way.
The senior bodyguard - drenched with perspiration and trying to swat the annoying, biting insects - cautiously inched his way along the aisle towards the king and his wife. With every movement he made, no matter how slight, the plane moved, as vines and branches began to give way under its weight.
"Your Majesty," he whispered, "her majesty's maid is unconscious. The other three bodyguards are conscious, but I have asked them not to move about for fear they will cause the plane to fall further. The members of the Thai press are conscious as well."
The king looked at his wife. She seemed to be sleeping, but there was a nasty cut over one eye.
Glancing around he thought to himself Will we be found? With all communications failed, how will anyone know where we are?
The king was trying to rid himself of mosquitoes when the queen moaned slightly. Opening her eyes, she stared at her husband in disbelief. "We are still alive?" she whispered.
"Yes, my dear, but I fear that others may not have been so lucky."
"Do you think we'll be rescued?"
"I feel sure that someone will find us, my dear. Are you in pain?"
"A little, my love. My neck is very stiff and sore, and I have a very bad headache."
"Then just try to keep still and rest," the king said gently.
Some monkeys, out of sheer curiosity, began clambering on the plane. Their angry, noisy chatter startled the occupants. One large and bolder monkey managed to gain access through the smashed windows in the cockpit.
In the front of the cabin, the two cabin crew were sat motionless in their seats. Seeing the monkey, the young woman began to shriek in terror. The monkey bared its teeth and shrieked back at her. The members of the Thai press were beginning to panic.
One young female member of the press began shrieking. "I don't want to die! Not here! Not now!"
"For the love of Allah, Solada, sit still and hold your tongue!" one of the translators shouted angrily. "Sudden noise may well encourage other creatures to investigate us and the more movement we make, the greater danger there is of the plane crashing to the ground."
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," he called. "She will be still from now on."
The impact had caused hand luggage, cameras, books, and brief cases to be strewn among the passengers. Bhichai, the PR staff member, had been knocked out by a laptop that had been sent flying during the impact. Nataya, the Queen's secretary, was trying to reach her briefcase, which had fallen into the aisle. Suddenly, she realised that she had a nasty gash the length of her arm, which was bleeding and attracting the mosquitoes. Trying to fight down the feeling of nausea and, at the same time, swatting the persistent insects, she collapsed back into her seat. Pairat, the King's secretary, took off his jacket and placed it over her arm, in an attempt to keep the insects away.
The bodyguard continued along the aisle and reached the cockpit. Both the pilot and co-pilot were dead. The impact of the plane crashing into the upper canopy had caused the front of the plane to be pushed in with such a force that the control console had crushed the two men. There was just a mangled heap of switches, dials, bodies and shards of glass.
Averting his eyes and trying not to be ill, the bodyguard returned to the king. "I'm sorry to report that both pilots are dead, Your Majesty."
The king spoke to the conscious passengers. "We must all remain calm, we are in the hands of Allah. I feel sure that the authorities will find us." And before it is too late, he thought to himself.
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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