Falling down

"The plane will crash."

The tone in which it was stated was so neutral and matter-of-factly, Sam first had no reaction other than an absentminded nod. Then he realized what the girl next to him just said and turned his head right away. "What?"

"The plane will crash." she repeated, this time with a devious smile. "Everybody will die. Almost. It depends on you."

"What do you mean?" the young man asked nervously. "Is it some sort of ****? Are you a terrorist?"

She laughed out loud. "Oh, America and terrorists! It's been a decade and a half and you can't talk about anything else. Did they replace pedophiles as the ultimate evil? I'm never sure which one is considered worse. Well, at least you stopped yelling 'commies this, commies that' at every turn."

Sam was beginning to think the girl was just plain crazy. Beautiful, sure. He had already noticed her before they embarked, when he didn't know she would sit next to him. She had long, straight, black hair running down to her waist, a smooth tanned skin and a perfect face. Not mentioning an impressive chest barely contained in a tiny revealing red dress accentuating her vertiginous figure. She also wore nylon stockings and sunglasses. Her luscious lips covered in black lipstick were giving him a warm smile, but he was feeling increasingly unconfortable, like a rabbit watching a giant constrictor snake slowly unfolding itself while looking intensely at him.

As he stayed silent, she resumed to her speech. "As I said, everybody in this plane will die, except you. If you accept a deal."

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm not here. Not really."

He tried to smile confidently, but was only able to return an awkward grin.

"You're aware it sounds more crazy than scary, right?"

"And yet you can't help but wonder, is this girl really as insane as she sounds, or would I actually risk my life by not listening to her?"

She smiled at him and lowered her sunglasses, revealing yellow eyes with split pupils. The young man felt a shiver run through his whole body.

"It could still be contact lenses, right?" she said with a smile. Then she held up her hand and called an flight attendant "Please?"

The young attractive blond woman came to her with a fresh smile and answered "Yes, Ms.?"

"See this man?" The strange girl pointed at an ugly old fart blowing his nose in his sleeves.

"Yes?" Her smile faded slightly, as she was most probably grossed out by the sight.

"You really want to suck his dick. Besides, it is your duty." she affirmed with a look of self-confidence.

The stewardess looked back at her. Sam expected her to get mad or at least incredulous, but her smile enlarged and she answered "Sure, Ms." before heading to the guy, walking in a seductive way, waving her hips and removing her jacket in her path before kneeling in front of him.

"I'm from an older ultimate evil than your stupid terrorists and petty pedophiles." said the strange girl to Sam while the flight attendant unzipped the pants of the old man and grabbed his dick. "I'm a demon."

The plane suddenly started shaking as if it was hit by turbulences, eliciting cries of worried surprise from several persons around.

"Are you the one doing this?" asked a now panicked Sam.

"No, of course not. The plane was due to crash before it even took off. All I did was making sure you would be on it."

"But..."

"No time for that." she interrupted him. The plane was now vibrating as if it was about to desintegrate. "As I said, you can still save your own life. All you need to do is sign your name in your own blood on any sufrace."

"You mean... It's a demonic pact? I would sell my soul?" he asked nervously.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. With all your misbehavings since your last confession years ago, did you really think your soul was due to some boring place with feathered assholes in dressing gowns?" she asked, chuckling at her own joke while another turbulence hit them. Now people were screaming and crying for help, though the blond woman was still sucking the old man's dick like it could save her life. "Besides, the pact will grant you eternal youth and make you immune to all natural causes of ****."

"What about the other parts of the deal? What's the catch?"

Another series of turbulences occured, and suddenly the plane was diving and the other passengers had difficulties covering the siren with their terrified screams.

"You don't really have time for that. Do you want to live, yes or no? Simple as that."

"Why me?"

"No time for that either. Chose."

Something he couldn't identify flew from the tip of the plane, which was now the bottom, and hit him on the cheek. He cried in pain and realised he was now bleeding profiously.

"Oh, perfect, you don't even need to search how to cut yourself open!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands, as if it was the best thing that could have happened. Which it may have been.

"Okay! Okay!" Sam felt it was too late for hesitation. He plunged his fingers in the red liquid and wrote his name with it on the hull next to him. "Save me now! I passed the deal!"

"Of course you did." the demon girl answered with a bright smile.

Then everything went dark.