The air hostess's eyes widened at the captain's words. She gripped the cold metal handle tightly, her fingers turning pale as she braced herself for the chaos. Her black stocking-covered legs pressed firmly against the plane's carpeted floor, the slight friction grounding her as the aircraft began to roll violently.
Her body moved with the plane's tilt, leaning instinctively as she tried to maintain her balance. The sudden shift in force tilted her head back slightly, her chest bouncing with each jolt. The uniform's fabric stretched slightly across her body, her skirt riding higher along her thighs as the movements threw her back and forth. Her arms trembled from the strain of holding herself steady, and her breath came in quick, sharp bursts.
---
Lucas had been speaking to the passengers, trying to rally them as the plane's tension continued to rise. His voice was firm, trying to inject a sense of confidence into the frightened crowd. "We have to stay together, stay calm! We outnumber them, and if we work together—"
But before he could finish, the plane suddenly shook. Lucas, who had been crouched low in a balanced position, was thrown off. He collided hard with the back of the seat in front of him, the impact sending a sharp jolt of pain through his chest. "Ouch!" he grunted, his body forced forward from the sudden motion. His right hand, still gripping the gun tightly, slammed into the ground as he tried to steady himself, but it wasn't enough.
In a desperate move to regain his balance, his left hand shot out and grabbed onto something soft but firm. He realized, a split second later, that he had grabbed the leg of the blonde woman seated in front of him. The sudden contact made her jerk in surprise, her body stiffening as she let out a sharp breath.
She gasped, her wide eyes filled with surprise and confusion. "What are you doing?" she shouted, her voice high-pitched and sharp, as she quickly jerked her legs away in reflex.
Lucas still had a calm expression as he quickly mumbled, "Miss, keep quiet, or I'll shoot you." His voice was low but edged with urgency. His left hand remained on her leg, pressing lightly to maintain his balance as the plane shook violently.
The blonde woman's expression shifted immediately from annoyance to fear. Her eyes widened, her body tense as the plane shook again. Her lips parted, but no words came out. She glanced down at the gun still gripped tightly in Lucas's right hand, her breath catching as the aircraft continued its erratic movements. The sight of the weapon silenced her, her body stiffening in place, no longer daring to protest.
---
The terrorists who were spread out in the aisle, The female hijacker and the bearded one came closer to the middle rows, their guns raised cautiously as they stayed on high alert after Lucas's earlier words, while the body of the dead hijacker lay sprawled near the front.
As the plane suddenly shook violently, the bearded man lost his footing. His body slammed sideways into the armrest of a passenger's seat with a loud *thud*. His head hit the sharp edge, and blood started dripping from a deep gash on his forehead.
"Damn it!" he growled, clutching his bleeding head with one hand while trying to keep his gun steady in the other. The violent shaking made him stumble further, crashing into another row of seats, his balance completely thrown off.
The female hijacker wasn't doing any better. As the plane lurched again, she was thrown to the side, her shoulder slamming into a seated passenger. The man cried out in pain as she shoved past him, desperately reaching for the nearest seat to steady herself.
Her finger accidentally pulled the trigger in the chaos. The loud *bang* echoed through the cabin, silencing the screams for a moment. Blood sprayed as the bullet struck a nearby passenger—a man in a green shirt. His body jerked violently, his head snapping back as the force of the bullet left a dark, growing stain on his chest.
Still strapped into his seat by the seatbelt, his lifeless body slumped sideways, his arms hanging limp over the armrest. Blood dripped from his seat, pooling onto the carpet below as nearby passengers screamed in horror.
Meanwhile, the dead body of the first hijacker, who Lucas had killed earlier, slid across the floor as the plane continued to shake. It bumped into the legs of passengers in the nearby rows, drawing horrified gasps and muffled cries. One woman shrieked as the body hit her feet, its lifeless head smacking against the side of her seat before falling limp again.
The chaos in the cabin only grew as the plane's violent movements sent everything—people, bodies, and even loose objects—tossing from one side to the other. Passengers screamed and ducked, holding on tightly to their seats, as the two remaining hijackers struggled to regain control.
The captain pulled the controls with force, flipping the plane completely upside down. The sudden movement sent an overwhelming jolt through the cabin, gravity shifting violently as everything that wasn't secured was thrown upward.
Passengers who had their seatbelts on screamed as they were pressed against their belts, their bodies straining under the force. Those without seatbelts, however, were flung helplessly toward the ceiling. Objects, bags, and loose items followed, creating a chaotic scene of flying debris.
Lucas, who had been crouched low, felt the sudden flip of the plane completely off balance him. Reacting instinctively, his left hand shot out, grabbing tightly around the blonde woman's leg, while his right hand gripped the edge of her seat. His hands turned white as he used every strength of his to hold on, his muscles straining under the pull of the plane's opposite motion.
The blonde woman let out a sharp, terrified scream, her body jerking slightly from Lucas's tight grip. "Let go!" she in a loud voice, her voice almost disappeared in the collective cries of the passengers around them.
"lady, I'm trying to stay alive, so be quiet!" Lucas yelled back, his voice tight and strained.
To stabilize himself further, Lucas planted one of his feet against the back of the seat behind him, locking his leg in place as his body balanced awkwardly. His muscles burned as he pushed hard, using the seat as leverage to keep from going upward. The position was painfully awkward.
The plane tilted more sharply, and Lucas's left hand slid higher, gripping the woman's arm for additional support. She cried out, tears forming in her wide eyes as she clutched her seatbelt. "Stop pulling so hard!" she screamed, her legs kicking slightly as she tried to adjust to the upside-down chaos.
"I'm not letting go!" Lucas snapped, his grip tightening even further. Every muscle in his body ached, his breaths coming in quick bursts as he fought the relentless pull of the plane's inverted position.
His foot pressed harder into the seatback behind him, his right hand clutching the edge of the blonde woman's seat tightly. He could feel the weight of his body threatening to pull him loose, but he gritted his teeth and held on with everything he had. The sheer strength it took to maintain his position was exhausting, but he knew letting go wasn't an option.