Chapter one: come here

  The evening was perfect, the skies where clear and everyone in the airplane could see the endless ocean and sky from there windows. That is all but two people a father and son who where sleeping they had a three hour flight and being warm and there seat belts on. they fell into the trap of sleep. The kid woke up looking around as if he heard something. There was one guy near them he had on a Goth appearance, pale white face and what the kid guessed as contacts.

  The kid woke his father, the father looked at him with the eyes of a man awoken from a good dream the kid seemed to not care.

  " daddy,can't you hear the thunder?" as he said that a rumbling could be heard all around the plane as thunder clouds seem to appear out of no where. The father looked at his kid who had a worried look in his eyes."the lord of the sky wants me as his kid father"
 
  the father could not help but laugh as his kid said this then suddenly everything went wrong, the lights went off people began to scream  the father held on to his son  to worried to be able to hear his kid ask him if he could not hear the voices. As he held on to his son he could not hear his son muffled cries that he could not breath. The father to preoccupied by the beautiful choir singing almost pleading:

come here stay here
We will be good to you.
Come here stay here
We will be brothers to you

  As the song began to lessen the father calmed down only to feel his sons body lacking warmth.as the song and the stormed passed the father cried as he heard his child's voice in the song. His son had been taken away from him. All he had now was a cold lifeless body its soul squeezed out by its father.

  Everyone in the plane was terrified one second everything was good then another they suddenly thrown into a storm that seemed unnatural. Once the storm was over they tough it was over, and they where partly right for them everything would return to normal, but how where they to know that in that flight something happened only two people  would ever remember. Andrew Groetch had lost his son because of that voice. Suddenly the Goth kid sitting near them stood up going to the back he stopped in front of the emergency door he was about to touch the door when he stooped.

Andrew was staring at the man. There was something odd about him he seemed to be communicating with something or deciding whether or not to plunge them all into eternal darkness. The man went back to his seat. For the first time speaking.

" your son is taken fro you, now he sings with the other lost ones, on his way to the king of the skies. Truly you human don't belong on in the air.in ten days you will be resurrected." with that he stood up walked towards the middle of the ship he made some handseals and touched the hall. The plane sank to the water on the news it would be reported that after a ten days search for the flight an Andrew Groetch was the only survivor he was found holding on to the body of his son.There where no other reported survivors, the body of all the other passengers were around him floating or sinking when they found him.