บท 33: Chapter 33
The sky had always been dangerous. No one talked about it much, not directly. They'd joke about turbulence or engine failure, but the truth was there. In the vast nothingness above, something waited. It had always waited.
Mike felt it the moment the plane hit cruising altitude. He looked out the window, but all he saw was blue. No clouds, no birds—nothing but endless sky. He sighed and turned back to his seat, closing his eyes, but that eerie feeling didn't go away. Something was out there, watching.
It wasn't just Mike. Everyone on the flight had felt it, though most were too afraid to speak up. The older ones, the ones who'd flown before, were all tense. They tried to sleep, but their eyes darted around, like they were afraid to miss something.
It had been years since the last major incident, but the memory of it never really faded. Planes went missing in the sky. No one knew why, or at least no one said. They'd chalk it up to bad weather or mechanical failure, but they knew. It was always something more.
Mike was used to it. He wasn't new to flying. He had flown countless times for work, always pretending not to notice the stories about the things in the sky. It was normal to him. But today felt different. A coldness ran through his veins.
His fingers gripped the armrest as the plane hummed on, but the noise seemed wrong. Too loud. He looked up again. He swore he saw something moving in the corner of his eye. A dark spot. But it vanished when he turned his head.
The captain's voice crackled through the intercom, calm as usual, but there was a hint of unease. "We're experiencing some turbulence. Nothing to worry about, folks."
The turbulence didn't come. It just… stopped. The plane wasn't shaking, but the air itself felt heavy. Like it didn't want them up there. And then the lights flickered, for just a moment, but it was enough. Mike's heart pounded in his chest.
"Did you feel that?" a man a few rows ahead whispered.
Mike nodded, but said nothing. There was nothing to say. He knew exactly what it was. The thing in the sky was watching them now.
Suddenly, the plane dropped. A gut-wrenching dive. Mike felt his stomach twist. The oxygen masks fell, but the chaos didn't last long. The plane was falling, but it wasn't the turbulence. It was something else, something he couldn't explain. The people around him screamed, but Mike felt nothing. Just a cold, deep emptiness.
He looked out the window again. This time, he saw it. A shadow in the sky, moving too fast, too large. It was the thing. The thing that destroyed planes. It wasn't a storm. It wasn't a bird. It was something older. Something that had always been there, waiting.
Mike's scream got lost in the roar of the engines as the thing slammed into the plane. The wings buckled, metal twisted like paper, and the glass cracked. Everything collapsed inward, and Mike fell with it, feeling the flames tear at his skin. The world spun, but he never had the chance to wonder if he'd survive.
And then, as everything twisted and buckled under the force, he understood.
It had always been him.
The sky had been waiting for him.
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