Everfree Murders

PROLOGUE

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we'll be running into a patch of turbulence in a minute or so here, please fasten your seat belts." the captain's voice came over the intercom. The seat belt light came on and people began fastening theirs. Ben Whitetree was in the bathroom, ready to throw up once more. He hated airplanes. No matter what he tried, he would always get sick. He could never handle high altitudes.

There was a knock on the lavatory's door. "Sir? We're going into some turbulence, I'll have to ask you to return to your seat-" the stewardess' voice was cut off by a massive groan of metal and the entire plane shaking. Steel and aluminum screamed once more. Ben was thrown against the wall of the lavatory and groaned in pain as he held his shoulder. There was a massive screeching sound, similar to that of nails against a chalkboard, and then everything went dark. Ben barely managed to unlock the door and it flew open. When he peered out, the entire tail section of the plane had been ripped off, and he was in it. Air rushed into his face. He flew up against the back of the cabin and he could barely see.

The last thing he could see was the ground rising up to meet him.