[Malion]

2

Mason tapped his fingers on the glass window of the plane. Each tap came to his mind like a note in a song, though to anyone else it would just be the same note playing over and over annoyingly.
"Sir?" a woman said to him. He looked at her from the window, thankfully there were none sitting next to him. That got annoying when everyone was crowded together in the same area, and he had the distinct feeling that they were judging him, and perhaps they would look down on him if he acted unfavourably, which he almost always did.

"Sir?" the woman repeated, snapping Mason out of his introspection.
"Yeah?" he said, absent-mindedly scratching his nose.
"Would you like your meal sir?" The attendant said, in a notably sexy Australian accent.
"Uh, yeah. Sure. Thanks." Mason smiled.

"Son of a bitch!" someone screamed from behind him. A man was covered in some sort of beverage, whilst the kid nearby restrained from laughing.

There was a flash of the seatbelt sign overhead and a voice rang through the place.
"Attention. This is your captain Frank Lapidus speaking, we’re encountering some minor turbulence, and we’d like for everyone to remain calm and seated."

Mason’s arm twitched at this unneeded situation "Are- are we still landing in L.A?... My sister is waiting and…-" the woman interrupted.
"Mr. Retorian, we need you to remain seated." The attendant spoke to everyone, Mason noticed her name tag.
"Sonya, please. This flight needs to go smoothly. Or else I’ll-" there was a loud cracking sound as if the plane were about to burst like a Piñata.

"Please everyone remain calm!" Sonya shouted. As everyone got in their seats and a large man ran from the bathroom and sat quickly next to Mason.

"Uh, guy… you can’t sit here. I need." The man interrupted. "Dude, I’m not standing up again." Suddenly the plane jerked and a piece of luggage hit Mason’s head. It all went dark after that.

Mason awoke on the cool sand. The wave gently lapped against his aching body. Suddenly he heard the cries of all of those around him, a large chunks of burning plane were scattered along the ground. The tail was the only part who could actually spot as part of the plane, the rest seemed to be spawned from some sort of post-apocalyptic. There were screams of terror as everyone ran screaming in pain or fear.

"Hey you!" a man called. Mason turned his head to see a rather injured man with his arm in a makeshift sling ran to him.
"What’s your name?" he said. Mason blinked at the randomness of the question, finally pulling out.
"M-mason." The man nodded, seemingly out of breath.
"I’m Jack, are you hurt?" Mason felt himself, and noticed nothing worth having a doctor prod him, so he merely shook his head. Jack nodded again and pointed over to a massively pregnant woman.

"I need you to watch her, and if her contractions come between 2 to 4 minutes, you need to come find me, ok?" Mason accepted a watch that the man handed him and looked at it, merely nodding.
"Ok thanks." Jack ran off, apparently to help someone else, but Mason doubted how useful the guy would be with that broken arm.

Mason ran over to the woman, she seemed to be in an extreme state of pain, the kind a guy like him could only dream of.
"Uh… ok lady. I’m supposed to wait 2 minutes, then 4 minutes…oh wait, damn that’s not right." The woman looked at him in a confused manner as she continued to breathe at a rhythmic pace. It kind of reminded him of the song that he was playing on the window on the plane. Out of the blue he started to sing a tune to it softly.

"Cultivate your hunger, before you idealize, motivate your anger, make them all realize. Climbing the mountain, never falling down, breaking through the contents, never pouring down. Don’t try, to look so wise. Don’t cry, cause you’re so right. Don’t lie with fakes or fears, cause you will hate yourself in the end." The woman’s breath began to slow as she to spoke softly.

"Oh my, thank you." She said, snapping Mason out of his song world.
"Oh… what? Is it 2 minutes? I’m sorry."
"No no. The baby, it just… thanks. I’m Claire.
"Ok. I don’t know anything, it’s just your breathing reminded me of a song and I… Mason. I’m Mason." Claire smiled, though she looked noticeably exhausted.

"Mason!" a voice screamed. He recognized it as Jack. He quickly ran to where he was sitting. Near the body of what looked to be an Asian woman.
"Is she ok? How were the contractions?" Jack asked.
"I- she was ok. What about her, is she-"
"She’s wounded, and unconscious." Jack said. "I need you to watch her for me… are you sure the Pregnant woman is ok?"
"Yeah, she’s fine. I’ll watch, this one." Mason said, as Jack walked off, apparently to help someone else.

Mason looked at the woman, her head had some sort of cloth on it. Mason stared at her. She was rather attractive. Suddenly Mason heard someone yelling, it wasn’t English though, more like… some other language. Not out of fear, it sounded more like anger. Mason started to stand to see who was yelling as he was swiftly tackled from behind.