Chains Made of Stars- ON HOLD

Chapter 6: I'm afraid we'll have to do this the fun way, end part

My apologies for the shameless self praise, but I think this is the best chapter yet ;) well at least it's the one I've been waiting to write for a while now! oh and the image doesn't belong to me, all credits go to the supremely talented artist!

Will didn't answer, because he had already jumped.

Mith's jaw dropped as she peered out of the hatch. The engines were whirring loudly and the sky was filled with stars. Will was soaring, his arms spread in a graceful approximation of an eagle. And that's when things got weird.

Rather than plummeting to the ground, he was gently floating upwards. It was as if some invisible air current was carrying him.

"Jump!" He yelled, as he floated past and then above her.

Mith's legs began to tremble. Her heart was beating too fast. She looked down, where she could see the lights of a small town. There were stars above and stars below, and her fear of heights was making her dizzy.

"Jump, damn it!" Will was a good twenty feet over the plane now.

"I can't!" Mith screamed, backing away into the recesses of the plane.

With great effort, Will propelled himself downwards so he was floating next to the hatch once again.

"Is that so?" He asked calmly.

Mith was too terrified to say a word.

"Well, I'm afraid we're going to have to do this the fun way," he continued, grinning like a maniac.

Yeah, she was definitely going to pass out now. There was a boy floating next to the hatch of a plane in the middle of a starry sky, and he was telling her to jump. Without a parachute. With just a flimsy oxygen mask slipped behind her ears, the heavy, compact cylinder weighting her down. She was going to fall like a bird with broken wings.

"Unleash the corkscrews!" Will crowed, and the plane suddenly listed to the side like a ship caught in a current. It then flipped over in a horrendous belly flop that left Mith screeching like a banshee. The world spun, and she hit her head on the roof of the plane. After another flip, she was thrown out the hatch.

Mith watched the plane fade into the distance as she fell.

"Use your arms! Goddamn, what the hell do they teach you at that Academy? USE YOUR ARMS!" Will was hollering now, and Mith belatedly realised that she had to fly.

She spread her arms out, like the sky was a large swimming pool, and gently kicked her legs.

You're just floating. It's a calm day at the beach.

Obviously, whoever had invented the concept of 'go to your happy place' was retarded.

Mith was not at the beach, and she was fairly certain that going to the aforementioned beach would not involve such a lot of profanity. She was screaming words that would have earned her a sharp smack if her parents were in earshot.

But she was no longer plummeting.

She was rising slowly, lopsidedly, and occasionally she thought she was going to flip over and fall.

It was aerodynamics. She was the bird. Not the one with the broken wings, but the one that ruled the skies. Her arms and legs spread out wider, giving her more stability.

And oh my, what an experience the flying/floating was.

Her screams changed to shouts of delight as she rose up, higher and higher, until she had nearly caught up with Will, whose expression hovered between exasperation and dry amusement.