Death's Gift

Author's Note (ANOTHER ONE, YEEAAAAAAAH): This is just an explanation as to why Death visited him, since it was really random for Death to just appear RIGHT THERE FOR NO REASON. So yeah, enjoy (If you want to)

Blayze was sitting in his seat, on a flight back home from the US. He was listening to his favourite song on his iPod. "Anger I see Anger I see Anger I see nooooooow!" He sang quietly to himself.

He looked out the window to his left and looked at the blue ocean below him. He loved flying with a passion and knew a lot about the subject. Sighing, he flicked open his iPod, going to his Ace Combat playlist and playing "Zero", which was a favourite, since he enjoyed spanish sounding songs.

'Gotta check up on mom when I get back to Spain.' He was worried about his mother's condition. 'I hope dad's been taking care of her...' Thoughts were racing through his head at a lightning pace.

After about an hour, Blayze was awoken from the slumber he had fallen in to by the jolting plane. The captain's voice came over the speakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are experienceing some turbulence, please fasten your seatbelts until the fasten seatbelt sign has been turned off, thank you for your time." BING, was the sound that was heard as the fasten seatbelt sign was turned on. Blayze fastened his seatbelt.

For what seemed like an hour, the plane kept jolting around violently, causing a dead silence on the plane. The shaking started to lessen a bit, causing a wave of relief to spread through his body.

His senses at their peak, he heard the creaking noise that is every aviators worst nightmare. The plane's wing snapped off with an audible bang and the plane entered a descending corkscrew. The entire cabin was screaming loudly.

"Calm, relax..." Blayze controlled his breathing as the aircraft span to the left. He'd been through this before, at training a month ago.

Flashback: 26th of August, 2013
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Blayze was breathing heavily into the oxygen mask of his F-22 Raptor. He pulled his stick hard, going into a Kobra.

"Nice move, Grabacr 5." His CO said as Blayze fired his machine gun, which only clicked, since it was unloaded. "Gotcha." Blayze said, smirking behind his mask. "Let's head back home, training's done for the day." The CO said, turning to the left and throttling up.

"Wait, I got something here...Left side of the aircraft is unresponsive, Commander." Commander Eisen came back around and leveled off on Blayze's left wing. "Turn right for me." Blayze did so, the aircraft turning slugishly. "Yeah, left side ain't movin'." Eisen said, Blayze leveling off from the slow turn.

"Okay, I'll notify emergency services immediatley." Eisen contacted the tower. "Tower, this is Grabacr 1, we're heading back. Take note; need emergency services on runway, Grabacr 5 is having problems, over." He looked over at Blayze and thumbed up.

"Roger that Grabacr Leader, emergency services are on standby." The tower gave them a heading and altitude.

After what seemed like an eternity, the base came into sight. "Sir, I'm having trouble keeping her steady, the winds rockin' her." The aircraft was been pushed around in the wind. Blayze was worried.

"Come on, Vostok, keep her steady." Eisen's use of his callsign made him pause for a sec before smiling and shaking his head

"Okay, Eisen, drinks are on me if this puppy lands." Blayze's smile quickly faded as his instruments went dark. "Uh, Eisen, I got no panel here..." His breathing quickened, as did his heart rate. He tried to start the instrument panel back up to no avail. He stopped when he heard a creaking. His gaze soon led him to his left wing.

Eisen watched as Blayze worked. "Come on kid, get it workin'." Eisen's worried voice did nothing to distract Blayze. All was well until...

"FUCK!" Blayze yelled as the left wing snapped off, sending the aircraft spinning out of control. "DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT!" He screamed into his helmet. The aircraft kept on spinning, when suddenly, Blayze had an idea. He managed to grab the throttle and push it up, increasing his thrust. After what seemed like forever, the aircraft slowed slight, giving him just enough room to pull up. He pulled up metres from the ground, barely avoiding a ridge.

Eventually he crashed landed near the base, ejecting from the aircraft as it started to spin again.

Eisen punched Blayze square on the chin. "Don't pull that shit again, got it?" He said angrily as he led Blayze to debriefing.

"It wasn't my fault, the aircraft as stressed!" Blayze retorted, earning a glare from Eisen.

"Yeah, stressed from the bullshit you put it through, I admit, they were good manouvers, but they stress the airframe too much. You could have died. Infact, you almost did. Think about how Nighty would feel if I told her you were dead?" He said, pointing to the Grabacr squadron lounge.

The mention of Nighty shut him up. "Okay, I'm sorry Eisen, I'll be more careful..." Blayze looked at the door and saw an eye, which was obviously Nighty's. He shrugged and walked into the debriefing room, followed by Eisen.

Current day: 27th of August 2013
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Blayze remained calm and collected as the other passengers screamed their heads off.

The aircraft hit the ground, somehow only breaking apart into three pieces and sliding on the ground that it had approached in the 15000 foot drop.

After about an hour, Blayze awoke with burns over his body. Searchlights were seen in the distance. He managed to get up and climb out of the wreckage, his burns screaming at him. He walked slowly towards the flashlights, when eventually, one shone on him and shouts were heard.

"I FOUND ONE, A SURVIVOR, OVER HERE!" He shouted and within seconds an amublance team was wrapping towels around him and he was brought to the ambulance, where 4 other surviviors were sitting with oxygen masks on.

He was given a mask and he sat down, looking at the other survivors. They nodded at him and he nodded back, grateful that they were alright and he was alive.

Blayze woke up in hospital, he must have passed out at the accident scene. He looked out the window for a while until a doctor came in.

"Mister Blayze Razortine." The doctor said as he entered and picked up Blayze's chart. Blayze nodded and waited for him to proceed. "Well it seems like you're fit to go, you've been asleep for four days." He said, earning a shocke expression from Blayze.

"I...wow...wait, do you know of a Michelle McInerney?" Blayze asked questioningly(?).

"Ah...well...my collegue from the the hospital in Cork told me to tell you she pased away last night..." The doctor's solemn tone only made Blayze's mood worse. His mother. Dead. After a 4 year long battle with an unknown disease she finally gave in...

3 months later
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Blayze stood infront of his mother's grave, as he did every week. He thought about how he survived that plane crash, he didn't understand it. He was near the middle of the aircraft, which was the most torn up part, yet he survived.

"I should have died that day, maybe then I would be up there with you..." He said, looking up at the sky, a gentle breeze blowing the autumn leaves around in the sky.

He turned around and began walking home.

Time to get ready for work, this was going to be a long nightshift.

Author's Note: So yeah, if you don't understand, he should have died twice, so Death took care of it himself. The song he's humming is called "Crossroads" By Avenged Sevenfold. Also, the problem with his F-22 was electrical, so the engines would still be working. Loosely based off of the Iranian F-15 incident.