Langoliers

A Story by Abishai100

A strange account of a very strange airline 'event' drawing people of strange distance.

A fun, if scary, fanfiction-adaptation of the miniseries The Langoliers (Bronson Pinchot). Enjoy,

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A nice flight from Europe to the United States (Frankfurt) was carrying a handful of very special passengers who'd be part of a strange metaphysical experience which they were supposed to keep very secret, between themselves, perhaps because of it inconceivable qualities. Follow along, folks.

The flight would be considered a great achievement in post-9/11 era air-transit securities, and the very special passengers would (at first) be serviced by a terrific flight-crew worthy of any random good travel journal/magazine (ha).

The strangest of these very special passengers on this very unusual flight was Amlan Satan, a Chicago businessman flying to Germany to sell something secretive to a mysterious trading-partner who'd been helping him negotiate a very covert gem-trade representative of some unusual Brussels market-activity. However, this man, was not normal at all; in fact, Mr. Satan seemed very nervous if flustered like a 'typical' businessman as soon as he boarded the plane, whispering to himself, "I'm out of your 'dark-shadows' now, father, and ready to play Facebook-chess in the Americas."

Another passenger was a very nice German schoolteacher named Laurel, a linguist who wished to visit Princeton (New Jersey) and offer some 'cool' social-media about time-lapses in modern media-student connections for real-time education portals, for a special 'magic' presentation about the quality of the modern Internet (wow).

Another passenger, Bob, a scientist from Japan, was en-route from Berlin to negotiate a special Institute-comics presentation about alien-like adventure-horror 'avatars' for Marvel boards who'd learn how to play against computers in chess very well for cool new age stories about 'inventive' algorithms.

Another passenger, Dinah, was a blind teenager with a strange clairvoyant-IQ about sensing danger/darkness, which would come in-handy for this very eerie flight-story about discovered dimensions and creatures that would give any youngster goosebumps (hmm)!

PILOT ANNOUNCEMENT: All signs for this flight indicate smooth sailing, passengers, and we anticipate nothing unordinary, ok?

However, something quite unordinary happened in mid-air. The passengers listed already were all sleeping when this strange 'event' occurred, leaving only them and the pilot remaining on the plane with all the others including the lovely flight-attendants completely vanished, with no explicable reality! The captain/pilot (Craig Muller) didn't know what to make of this strange 'ordeal' and when the scientist-passenger from Japan (Bob) theorized that because his wristwatch had stopped working that somehow the plane had 'floated' through some kind of time-dimension portal and came out on the other-side of it with the 'souls' of the other passengers completely vanished from the universal time-matrix (wow)!

AMLAN SATAN: I've an important report to deliver regarding a covert business-trade from Germany, and now this 'time-lapse' has destroyed that little-dream of mine, and I feel that cold-grip of father-daddy shouting at me and laughing and I can't help but decide that it's all of you 'survivors' of this 'time-lapse' tragedy from the Bermuda Triangle are to blame for it --- for this abandoned plane which was to get me right to the heavens, you fools...you're my adversaries now!

LAUREL: Mr. Satan, you're very upset (obviously!), and I'm certain we'd all feel relieved if you'd simply jump-off the plane now and give the rest of us some good Catholic relief (ha); and as I look out the window of the plane now, to some below Earth-lands/towns, I can (wow, goodness) see the remnants of abandoned areas of human civilization, as if this time-lapse has rendered our fair Blue-Planet a ghost-land, and I think it's you Mr. Satan who's to blame for this bad-fortune and not any of us, and I'm simply flustered/worried about how to get my mind/soul back into the 'real' world, and perhaps our fair and calm captain-pilot (Mr. Muller) has the better/right plan for self-composure (right?)!

CAPTAIN MULLER: I've never experienced anything of this 'nature' in my years of flying, and I can't help but think-back to the greater days of Earth-normality when I'd simply walk through media-announcements for my company with great strides and think of nothing but happiness...but Laurel's right now (not Amlan Satan!) --- we've got to think of our better memory of Earth, and all its rich social-media/networks.

AMLAN SATAN: My God, look at that series of creatures flying around, around our plane-windows, my goodness, my father-daddy told me about these 'grotesque' leviathans; he called them the Langoliers --- they eat up time-space and destroy what they deem to be the 'messengers' of the laziness of our entire species; my God, I can see them, we have to commit suicide, there's no way out --- I'll do the heroics --- I'll help you all commit suicide (wow).

CAPTAIN MULLER: So, we wrestled with Amlan Satan and watched him slit his own throat and he bled to death, right in the plane; then I continued to steer our doomed plane into the darkness and away from those mysterious 'sightings' (Langoliers) and somehow (miraculously) we seemed to 'zoom' right through the very-same time-space portal we crossed through, leaving all Earth-zone behind us, and ended up back in glorious people-filled Earth, and even the other passengers on our empty plane reappeared; we found Mr. Satan's briefcase and his 'strange-covert' business-trade items of value --- these highly-rare American baseball-cards, something any collector would deem to be real diamonds on social-media, representative of the best of the best (perhaps) or at least very 'standard' ones!

AIRLINE: Thanks for your report, Captain; we'll take all your trauma-driven testimonies to heart/committee and determine how best for your 'co-companions' on this daydream-experience to recount and transcend this 'depression' in commercial spirit (and Earth-design!).

It was obvious that Captain Muller reported only what he and his co-survivors deemed 'necessary' to report, so the public/media/airline would only think that the passengers and he were merely reporting on their 'private' psychiatric form of coping with the suicide of the tragic and bizarre Mr. Amlan Satan. They'd just simply been as relieved to be awakened spiritually again to the normal side of light and heavens on Earth and find their places of interest/knowledge once-more filled with people-of-color (ha)!