The storm was screaming, ripping the sky apart as lightning pounding, It was raining heavily so heavily, relentlessly tore through the dark, bruised clouds. Inside the steel gut of Flight 98T4, most passengers were out cold, dead to the world, clueless about the goddamn chaos raging just outside their flimsy metal can. Up in the cockpit, two pilots stone-cold badasses against the shitstorm held the line, wrestling the big bird through the storm's brutal grip.
On the wind-battered roof, it was getting real.
Renji who was inside the pilot cabin , eyes locked on the tempest, was grappling with his own damn head. "Fuck… I don't get what the hell's going on… screw it. If they're toast, that ain't my fucking problem. …Hold up no way they're done for. They're Grade 4 ghost hunters, right? Tough as nails."
While on the roof
Mizukane, his red eyes blazing against his red skull T-shirt which was wet now , locked onto her, . His black jeans soaked up the light, black sneakers plain as his stare was the only thing that mattered. "Before we keep this shit going, spill it what's the real damn reason you're up here?"
Thornessa's eyes closed, head tilting up like she was putting on a show. Her right hand came up thumb on her chin, index finger on her lips, middle finger tucked below, ring and pinky folded dramatically as hell.
Mizukane's patience was shot. "How fucking long you gonna take, huh?"
Finally, she spoke, her voice cutting through the storm like a knife. "Ghost hunters are a nation's goddamn crown jewels, I get it. And if they get smoked, the ghost population's gonna creep up, possessing every dumbass human out there, right?"
Mizukane's answer was one word . "Exactly."
She kept going, her voice getting an edge, like some old grudge was bubbling up. "But instead of saving regular people middle-class folks, normal Joes is it right to put ghost hunters first?
They got powers, so they might survive radiation or a fucking nuke. Because of ghost hunters, people died at Kenyaairport.
My parents were in that body count. To the government, ghost hunters are worth more. So you owe me your life after Thornessa. Trust me, I won't fuck with civilians unless I gotta and that's my last wish"
They closed the gap in a split second.
Thornessa was inches away when she lunged, right hand cocked by her left ear like a damn cobra. With a guttural snarl, she swung hard, aiming to crack Mizukane's skull.
But he was a fucking ghost hunter , slipping under the strike. His right hand braced on the slick roof, letting him pivot. Thornessa, already spinning, slapped the metal and twisted to face him.
Flash. Mizukane, hands on the roof, launched a low kick, a crescent slicing at her bare legs.
Thornessa, light as a damn feather, leaped, landing square in front of him. She charged. He fired back with a flying kick, a brutal blur, but she flowed back, hands guarding her face.
Mizukane rolled, growling, and threw another kick right leg this time .
Their fists collided in a bone-jarring clash, a fucking thunderclap in the storm's roar. Mizukane dipped, aiming for her legs again.
Thornessa, with cocky grace, backflipped, her bare foot snapping out, smacking his face. He stumbled back, just enough to get some space.
She didn't let up, charging forward, a naked blur, throwing a straight punch. He ducked, her fist grazing his hair.
Thornessa slammed both hands on the roof, launching herself like a goddamn predator. But Mizukane kept slipping away, a shadow in the storm.
Then
BAM.
Their right legs lashed out, crashing mid-air with a crack that cut through the wind.
Thornessa unleashed a fucking barrage of punches, a storm of blows.
Mizukane weaved and ducked, his face a mask of focus, barely dodging each hit.
He saw his shot.
His left hand shot out, grabbing her right wrist like a vice.
He yanked, throwing her off balance. In one smooth move, his right fist a red fucking blur
slammed into her bare stomach with a sick thud. She gasped but kept moving.
He tried a follow-up kick, but she dodged with ghostly grace, a fucking specter in the storm.
He went for her head again. She backed up a few steps. Mizukane's lips curled into a savage grin. One hand on the roof, he rolled, sweeping her legs with a swift, low kick.
She hit the deck hard, but Andy's instincts or whatever the fuck was driving her kicked in. Just before she could slide off the slick roof, she pushed up, a pissed-off surge of energy.
She sprinted at Mizukane, leaping high, both fists raised like a goddamn avenging angel, slamming down with brutal force.
He bent, her strike shaking the fucking fuselage. Her left hand shot out for a punch, but he was already moving, dodging by inches.
He threw a kick; she backed off quickly.
She swung another punch, but it fell short, his neck snapping back, dodging by a hair.
He launched a rolling left-hand strike.
She caught it, her right hand clamping his wrist. Mizukane, eyes blazing, ran, planted his hand on her back, just right of her neck, using her as a pivot.
He leaped, twisting, and before she could react, his left leg snapped out, a vicious arc slamming into her left ear.
The force sent her rolling, tumbling off the plane's roof.
But mid-air, she raised her hands toward Mizukane. From her skin, brown cactus roots shot out like ropes, wrapping him halfway before he could blink. Using them like a lifeline, Thornessa yanked herself back onto the roof.
Mizukane was down, half-tangled. Thornessa knelt over him, smirking. "Well, damn, little human, you havin' fun yet?"
Mizukane, still wrapped: "Be a hell of a lot better if you'd unwrap me and fuck off, or you're gonna regret it."
She straddled his face, her pussy brushing his mouth as he lay flat on the roof, completely bound. "Lick it, babe. I wanna feel somethin'."
Mizukane tried to talk, but as his mouth opened, her pussy pressed in, his tongue caught inside. "Oh, fuck yeah," she purred. "That's the shit. Gimme more of that dirty-ass vibe."
Mizukane's eyes glowed blue .
Suddenly, Thornessa backflipped off him
BOOM.
A massive surge of water exploded from the roof, blasting upward with a roar.
A spiraling column of pressurized water tore into the sky, glowing with a creepy blue aura.
Her body was a shadow in the water, arms spread east and west, legs apart, almost a T-pose but angled down.
Droplets whipped out like fucking shrapnel, catching moonlight, rain, and thunder in a chaotic spray. Mist flooded the scene, swirling around the blast. A thunderclap lit up the towering water jet in a stark silhouette for one badass moment.
Due to that blast the plane started heading downward
Inside the Cockpit
The cockpit was a tight cage of flickering lights and shaking metal. Levers stuck out like bony arms. Dials spun like crazy. Gauges twitched. The storm outside was beating the shit out of the plane like a pissed-off drunk.
Renji was hunched over the main yoke, a chunky, dual-handled wheel, chrome edges worn .
Tetsuya, the co-pilot, had his hands clamped on the trim lever, pulling with everything he had.
Every move groaned like the plane was screaming.
A long warning buzz lit the panel red.
Renji (gritting his teeth): "Trim's fucked again! Pull her back! My nose is diving too damn fast!"
Tetsuya (struggling): "I'm yanking it, man! The fucking rudder's fighting me like a goddamn mule!"
Renji slammed his elbow into a manual override panel, flipping two toggles up, and wrenched the yoke left. Sparks sprayed from under the console.
The plane lurched hard.
Renji : "I didn't sign up to fly a haunted-ass bathtub through this shitshow!"
Tetsuya : (muttering curses): "She's old as hell, not haunted. Though I'm starting to fucking wonder…"
A scream cut through from the main cabin. Oxygen masks dropped.
Overhead lights flickered like a horror flick. Glass shattered somewhere.
Passenger (O.S.) (sobbing): "Why the fuck aren't we turning back?! What's going on?!"
Passenger 2 (O.S.): "Is this damn plane crashing?! Somebody say somethin'!"
Renji (yelling back): "This is the cockpit everybody sit your asses down and stay strapped! We got this!"
He yanked the yoke back hard. The plane bucked like a wild animal. Tetsuya slapped a pressure gauge.
Tetsuya : "Pressure's holding in the left tank! That ain't luck somebody did somethin' out there."
Renji (low, urgent): "Thornessa… Mizukane… what the fuck?"
He slammed a brass switch down a hydraulic clutch control, paint flaking off the label.
A loud clang echoed through the fuselage.
Tetsuya: "That bought us seconds, not fuckin' minutes."
Another thunderclap
BOO
rattled the cockpit windows. Rain streaked across the glass like angry-ass rivers.
Renji(muttering): "Come on, Thorn… what the hell you doin' out there?"
Tetsuya: "Only one dude can pull off water blasts like that Mizukane Diago."
Renji (yelling): "Ain't the time for that bullshit! That fucking water blast fucked up half the plane, and we're still goin' down!"