[005] straight to hell

                                                                               It had all happened so suddenly.

                                                                               One minute, it seemed as though Eleanor's biggest issues were what she'd be wearing later on tonight. She had been staring out the window while trying to ignore all of Shiloh's snoring. But the next minute, the private plane had begun to shake - making everyone panic. Eleanor gripped onto her seat in a panic as the plane shook more violently, even managing to rattle Shiloh awake.

                                                                                But by the time that Shiloh woke up, it'd be too late.

                                                                                Eyes wide in absolute horror, Eleanor looked out the window as she saw the sky quickly disappear. The sky line was quickly replaced with nothing but trees and greenery and before Eleanor could even scream in fright, the plane harshly collided with the ground and Eleanor's head hit the window pretty hard.

                                                                                After that, everything eerily went still.

                                                                                A ringing noise resounded through Eleanor's mind and there was a dull pain, one that seemed to be growing more and more as the seconds ticked by. She could faintly hear the sounds of cries and screams from other girls but Eleanor couldn't focus on any of it. The moment she moved even a little bit, her head hurt even more and everything around her began to spin.

                                                                               Suddenly, she felt hands on her shoulders and she looked over to see Shiloh now trying to help her out of her seat.

                                                                               "Eleanor? Eleanor! Ellie, what the hell is wrong with you? Wake up, we have to go!" Shiloh exclaimed, gasping when she saw the blood running down the side of Eleanor's face. "Come on, we have to go!"

                                                                                 Eleanor's lips parted open and yet, she couldn't manage to get the words out. All she could do was sit there, processing what was happening to her. Everyone else was screaming, rushing out of the plane as quickly as they could or remaining trapped inside the plane with their own injuries. The unmistakable scent of smoke quickly filled Eleanor's senses along with blood.

                                                                                 The combined smells were pungent enough to never leave Eleanor's memory again.

                                                                                  Shiloh had to pull Eleanor up, the girl instantly latching on to her ex best friend. Everything was still spinning and her legs felt weak. As Shiloh helped to bring the both of them out of the plane, Eleanor looked over and noticed one of her team mates dead. They had a large branch lodged into their head, their face unrecognizable and their 

                                                                                  This was the same team mate she had played with all the time, who she went to school with. The same team mate she had smiled and waved to just an hour before boarding on this cursed plane.

                                                                                  Eleanor finally managed to gain her footing as they walked past the dead bodies, pushing the exit until they stumbled out in a hurry. The moment the breeze hits her skin and she gets a whiff of charred flesh, it's enough to finally make Eleanor sick to her stomach. She falls down to her knees, vomiting what little she had in her system. Shiloh awkwardly stood there for a moment, unsure of how to help. She herself was still pretty shocked and horrified by what had happened.

                                                                                   After all, Shiloh had woken up to a literal nightmare.

                                                                                   When Eleanor finishes dry heaving, she spits out whatever remained before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and standing up to her feet. Despite all the commotion going on around her, Shiloh could only focus on Eleanor and making sure she was alright.

                                                                                    "Are you okay?" Shiloh then asked, earning a look from Eleanor.

                                                                                    "Are you okay?" she immediately retorted.

                                                                                     Shiloh sighed, pointing at the blood which clung to the side of Eleanor's pale face. "You're bleeding. Uh, we should probably get that looked at."

                                                                                    "I barely feel a thing," Eleanor reasoned but her own body betrayed her, her legs buckling out from underneath her as she began to stumble back.

                                                                                     Shiloh, however, caught her with ease and wrapped her arms around Eleanor to hold her close. "Jesus, you need to sit down."

                                                                                    "Maybe... maybe that's the best idea," Eleanor relented, holding onto Shiloh.

                                                                                       Shiloh then led Eleanor over to a nearby tree where she helped her to sit down, shrugging off her coat to let Eleanor wear it instead. "Just... just stay here, okay? I'm going to figure out what's going on."

                                                                                        Eleanor nodded, not willing to argue. Her head was pounding and she couldn't get the awful smell out of her nose. A part of Eleanor hoped that she'd be able to close her eyes and she'd wake up back at home, far away from this nightmare.

                                                                                       Shiloh got up and began walking towards the plane to try and find other survivors, only to be stopped by Taissa who grabbed her by the shoulders to keep her in place.

                                                                                     "Have you seen Van? Suki, have you seen Van?" Taissa sobbed.

                                                                                     "No," Shiloh shook her head, "Maybe she's with the others though."

                                                                                       Taissa nodded, rushing off in search of the ginger. Shiloh walked to the other side of the plane where she found the others, all of them rushing over to Coach Scott's aid. There was a large piece of metal on top of his leg and while Shiloh instantly freaked out at the sight, she knew she couldn't just stand there and look like a total idiot. She rushed in to help the others pull it off of his leg, only to back away in horror when she saw his now crushed and deformed leg.

                                                                                     Misty was there to hold onto Coach Scott in the meantime to try and ease the pain for him. A useless endeavor really. Shiloh couldn't move, frozen in fear, as the other girls finished pulling the large metal bar off of his leg. Or rather, what remained of it.

                                                                                   "Oh, fucking God!" Lottie exclaimed.

                                                                                      Coach Scott, on the other hand, had passed out from the overexertion and the pain while the other girls looekd at his leg with a mixture of horror, disgust, and shock. Misty got up in an instant to go... well, Shiloh had no idea where she was going. But then she'd come back with a large axe (which had come out of nowhere) and she went straight over to where Coach Scott now lied.

                                                                                      To Shiloh's shock, Misty raised the axe over her head with ease before slamming it down onto his injured leg. She ended up cutting off the crushed part of his leg and left the undamaged part still attached to his body. Crimson colored blood splattered all over Misty's face and everyone instantly jumped back in surprise.

                                                                                  "What the fuck?" Natalie exclaimed in horror.

                                                                                  Misty threw the axe to the side, acting as though it was totally normal and that she hadn't chopped off a man's leg. She quickly undid her belt and took it off before tying it around Coach Scott's leg. She put her glasses on in between and when she was done, she glared up at the rest of the girls - seemingly disgusted by their inaction.

                                                                                "Help me move him!" she ordered.

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                                                                       Doctor Misty had gone around, basically helping everyone who survived the crash with their injuries. She had even helped Eleanor, cleaning her wound and making sure that she didn't pass out from nearly getting a concussion. Shiloh basically stayed by her side, wanting to make sure that she was alright. Although the two weren't friends, Shiloh wasn't heartless enough to just let Eleanor die.

                                                                        Shiloh had allowed Eleanor to keep resting as she went with the others to see what was going on. And of course, Misty was at the forefront once again.

                                                                      "Okay. Okay. Alright, bleeding's slowing down," Misty replied, checking on Coach Scott's wound. "We need to disinfect it somehow. Um, maybe something from the bar cart?"

                                                                     "There wasn't one. I mean, it was just soda. It's cheaper that way," Lottie admitted, shrugging.

                                                                     "Maybe somebody brought contraband," Laura Lee remarked, her gaze focused on Nat the entire time.

                                                                      Everyone immediately looked at Natalie who scoffed in response, looking absolutely offended at the clear diss. Natalie had a reputation around the school for a reason and it wasn't because she was a Girls Scout or anything like that. "Okay. Wow."

                                                                   "Well, did you?" Misty asks, absolutely deadpan.

                                                                   "Obviously. But I stashed it in my bag, and God knows where that is now," Natalie answered.

                                                                  "Guys, how about this?" Van questioned, holding up a random bottle that she had fished out of one of the suitcases.

                                                                 "Hey, that's m-! Uh...," Jackie trailed off when Van sent her a deadly glare. "Uh, nope. That's a great idea!"

                                                                "Witch hazel, isopropyl alcohol. Actually, this could work. Okay," Misty took the bottle from Van before pouring it on Coach Scott's wounds.

                                                                   Misty had to hold Coach Scott down as she applied the witch hazel to his wounds and Shiloh watched on, wincing, as she could only imagine just how badly it burned.

                                                                   "Oh, Jesus! Fuck, my leg! Oh, fuck! Is it bad? How bad is it?" Coach Scott cried, looking at the girls around him for answers.

                                                                  "Well, the good news is, I -," Misty began.

                                                                "You're gonna be fine, Coach. You got pretty banged up, but Misty's doing a really good job," Taissa interjected before Misty could drop the news on him. "Right, Misty?"

                                                                The two girls stared each other down before storming off, arguing about the decision to not let Coach Scott know the truth. They were there for a brief moment before Misty kept came back, checking up on the others to see how they were holding up. Before Shiloh could do the same with Eleanor, a boy's voice cut through the already chaotic scene.

                                                              "Dad?" Javi, Coach Martinez's youngest son, shouted a distance away.

                                                               "Fuck. Javi... go find Travis, you two! Now. Javi, stop!" Taissa ran towards the younger boy in search of his dad.

                                                                 It wouldn't be long before Laura Lee's screams rang throughout the already haunting moment. Shiloh instantly ran over to the tree where Laura Lee and the others were now gathering, looking straight up and seeing the body of Coach Martinez at the very top. None of them knew that he had been there the whole time but it made sense as to why he hadn't made an appearance.

                                                                  "Dad! Dad!" Javi exclaimed.

                                                                  "Oh no...," Shiloh trails off, unable to look away.

                                                                  "Holy macaroni, is - is that...?" Misty began to ask from beside her.

                                                                 "He's got to be dead, right?" Natalie immediately asked, the question tumbling past Misty's lips before she could stop herself.

                                                                   Shauna nudges Natalie's arm hard in order to check her. "What the fuck?"

                                                                  "Okay, who has the best arm?" Jackie asked, looking around at the group for anyone to volunteer.

                                                                 "I do, Jackie," Mari quickly volunteered.

                                                                 "I was thinking we could... try and throw things at him to see if he moves," Jackie suggested, still holding onto the hope that Coach Martinez was alive.

                                                                  "You want to throw rocks at Coach who fell out of a fucking plane?" Taissa scoffed, arms folded across her chest.

                                                                   "I didn't say rocks. Someone's shoe or whatever," Jackie quickly argued.

                                                                   "Either one is a bad idea," Shiloh argued, shaking her head.

                                                                    "Oh, yeah, that's a fuck-ton smarter. You're on fire today, Jackie. Oh, wait. That was supposed to be me, huh?" Van retorted, her tone dripping with venom.

                                                                  "What?" Taissa looked between Van and Jackie, confused, while Jackie instantly looked guilty.

                                                                 "Okay, guys, stop it. We need a plan here," Shauna stepped in, breaking up the fight that was brewing between the two. 

                                                                "We could lower him with ropes," Laura Lee asked, earning looks from the others. "Vines, then? I don't know!"

                                                                "Fuck's sake, Laura Lee, we're not gonna Tarzan him out of a tree," Natalie rolled her eyes.

                                                                   Even Shiloh could tell the idea was totally ridiculous. He was dead, long gone, and it was probably better that he stayed up there. There was no way they could bring him down without the proper equipment.

                                                                  "You got a better idea?" Jackie asked, glaring at Natalie.

                                                                  "Than shoes and vines? Sure. Let's just cut the fucking tree down," Natalie retorted.

                                                                  "Dad? Dad!" Travis shouted, running over to the tree.

                                                                  "Travis! Travis! Travis!" they all shouted at him to stop, and yet he didn't. He kept on going, beginning to climb up the tall tree to try and save his dad.

                                                                     Although Shiloh knew that it was a lost cause, she knew that she'd probably do the same thing Travis did if it had been someone she really loved and cared about up there.

                                                                     "Hey, what the fuck, Javi? Here! Come here. Come here," Shauna pulled Javi back from joining his brother. Although Javi struggled underneath her hold, it was clear that he wasn't going anywhere.

                                                                       Travis continued to climb up the tree in the hopes of reaching his dad and trying to save him. Shiloh knew that it was all in vain - Coach Martinez was dead, after all - but Travis couldn't seem to grasp that. He desperately clung onto the hope that he was alive.

                                                                       "This is all I could find, okay?" Misty emerged back towards the group with what looked like blankets so they could tie them up and make one giant blanket. "So just grab a corner and if somebody falls on it -."

                                                                        Surprisingly, Travis was actually getting closer and closer to reaching Coach Martinez. Regardless of that fact, some of the girls were still trying to talk Travis down while others helped to tie the blankets up to make one giant one so Coach Martinez could fall onto it afterwards - whether he was dead or alive. Shiloh pitched in to help out, not wanting to be useless. They'd need every able bodied person to carry out this task.

                                                                       Travis eventually reached the top of the tree and began climbing closer to where his dad's body laid. As he climbed onto the branch, it began to creak and tremble underneath his weight. Shiloh swore she could feel her heart sink all the way to the pit of her stomach in that very moment.

                                                                       "Travis, get back!"

                                                                         The branch began to buckle and break underneath his weight as he ventured further, and he knew he couldn't go any further. He was rash but he wasn't completely stupid. Travis quickly moved back, clinging onto the tree, and the quick decision seemed to save his life. The branch fell with Coach Martinez's body still on top of it, landing on the ground a matter of seconds with an unforgettable loud thud. Lying in front of the girls was Coach Martinez's corpse, his body bloodied and mangled from the crash.

                                                                       Despite their horror and shock and grief, they all pitched in to carry Coach Martinez's body away, knowing they had to move him. They couldn't just leave his body out there, all alone for the forest and its creatures to stumble upon. They'd end up carrying him all the way back to the plane, adding his body to the many that had unfortunately passed away in the crash.

                                                                      Shiloh wasn't sure if she felt lucky to have lived or unfortunate for not passing away with them.

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notes: i finally updated this, who cheered?