Meanwhile, the two hijackers, who weren't wearing seatbelts, were thrown violently toward the ceiling. The bearded hijacker was thrown upward, his body slamming into the aluminum wall of the plane with a loud crash. His head hit the hard surface with force, leaving him stunned and disoriented.
Bang! Thud!
The gun he had been holding slipped from his grip as the plane flipped completely upside down.
Clang! Clang!
The female hijacker, who had been trying to keep her balance by holding onto the passenger seat, lost all control as the plane flipped upside down. Her grip slipped completely, and she was thrown upward, her body hitting the plane's ceiling with a loud *bang*. Her back struck the hard surface, and she let out a sharp, pained cry.
"Ahhh!"
The dead body of the first hijacker, no longer hitting the seats or the legs of passengers due to the plane shaking, slid freely across the floor as the aircraft tilted. When the aircraft flipped completely, the body was thrown into the air, hitting the ceiling hard.
Thud! Splat!
As the body hit the ceiling, blood splattered onto the walls, staining the metal surface. Its limbs moved lifelessly, bouncing slightly with the plane's shaking, before it finally settled against the ceiling in a disturbing, unnatural position..
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Passengers were thrown into chaos. Screams filled the cabin as the plane turned upside down. A mother seated near the middle rows tightly holding her baby, who was resting in her arms. The baby wasn't tied into a seatbelt, and the sudden flip of the plane made the mother panic.
Her face filled with fear as she held the baby closer to her chest, her arms trembling as the force of gravity pulled them upward. She pushed herself back into the seat, her legs pressed against the armrests, trying to stay in the same position. The baby cried loudly, its screams mixing with those of the other passengers..
An elderly couple in the front rows held onto each other, their hands tightly joined. The man's glasses had fallen off, and he looked through the chaos, trying to comfort his terrified wife. "Just hold on!" he shouted, his voice almost lost among the cries and shaking of the plane.
Everywhere, passengers struggled to stay in the same situation, their belongings and loose objects flying freely in the cabin. The noise was loud, filled with screams, cries, and the sound of objects crashing into walls and ceilings. The plane, now upside down, had turned into a complete mess.
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The captain, gripping the controls tightly, let out a deep breath as he began turning the plane back to its normal position. His voice carried a mix of tension and relief as he spoke over the speaker. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain. We've done our best to control the situation and disrupt the hijackers. Based on what we've seen, it looks like the hijackers have likely taken some damage, and their weapons might have been thrown off during the shake-up."
He paused briefly, adjusting the controls as the plane slowly stabilized. "For your safety, we sincerely urge anyone nearby to act now and secure the weapons if possible. Your courage could save lives and help end this threat. Please remain strong & calm."
The announcement rang out through the cabin as the plane slowly returned to its normal position. Lucas, who had been holding onto the blonde woman's arm and leg to keep his balance, felt the plane straighten. As the aircraft straightened, he pulled his leg down from the seat to the plane's floor and released his grip, breathing heavily.
The blonde woman glared at him but didn't say a word, still shaking from the pain of how tightly Lucas had held her hand and leg. Lucas ignored her reaction, his mind focused entirely on the captain's announcement. He quickly glanced down the aisle, trying to understand the situation.
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Both the female hijacker and the bearded one had been badly shaken. The bearded man was knocked out, bleeding heavily from a blow to his forehead after crashing into the plane's wall. He lay knocked out in the aisle, his gun having flown several feet away, resting by the legs of nearby passengers.
The female hijacker was in bad shape. She had hit the top of the plane with her back before crashing to the floor, landing hard on her leg. Though there was no visible bleeding, the way she held it suggested deep internal injuries. Her face filled with pain as she struggled to breathe. Despite her condition, her eyes shifted toward her gun, which had landed a few feet away from her.
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Lucas, hearing the captain's voice, didn't wait. He quickly came out of the row, stepping into the aisle. His movements were fast and he ran toward the hijackers.
Other passengers hearing the captain's message hesitated, some looking at each other nervously but unwilling to risk their lives. Even those seated closer to the weapons didn't dare to move.
Lucas's thoughts raced as he ran toward the female hijacker. His fingers tightened around the gun, but it was his first time using one. He knew that after firing for the first time, his lack of training meant his aim wasn't good, and if he fired from far away, he would likely miss the shot. So, he wanted to get closer before firing, but when he saw her crawling toward her weapon, he gritted his teeth and fired.
Bang!
The bullet whizzed past her, hitting itself into the floor just inches from her hand. The loud sound of the bullet hitting nearby frightened her, but it also filled her with adrenaline. Clenching her teeth, the female hijacker pushed through her injuries, her voice strained as she groaned in pain.
"Ahh!"
She hissed, dragging herself forward with heavy breaths, her leg trembling with each movement.