What You Wish For 2: The Book of Unicorn

Mike was putting the last of his stuff into his bag, he had a mixture of tiredness and relief inside him rather than excitement for things that took this long. As he packed everything he reached for his small desk inside the bunker, on that desk was a photo of his younger sister from three years back. It suddenly hit Mike that it had been three years since he last saw his sister or the rest of his family, he had been fighting in the war for only three years yet was finally ready to be sent home. As Mike tucked the photo into his pocket, he felt another photo. Mike slowly pulled it out to see him and four of his friends smiling into the camera, their military outfits weighing heavy on them. Mike forced a tear back as he said, “Rest in peace, brothas.” He then slipped the photo back into his pocket and headed outside.

As he walked down the landing strip, soldiers on both sides saluting him and his platoon, a man with more badges than you could count walked up and said to him, “Young man, you did a great thing for your country. We salute you and God bless your soul.” The man then saluted Mike; his look said everything about how he felt seeing this soldier leave. You don’t always come across a man who has dodged more bullets than an action hero while in an enemy base.

Mike saluted the man back as he said, “Thank you, sir.” Mike then slowly approached the carrier, the rest of his small platoon of five already inside and putting their helmets on. As Mike approached the plane he pulled his helmet from its strap and placed it on his head, the visor immediately slamming down over his face.

As Mike entered the plane, one of the other soldiers attempted to brighten the mood by saying, “Yo dog, are y’all ready to get home?”

Mike slowly turned his head towards the guy as he said with no emotions, “Five thousand blacks boarded these planes back home, and only thirty are coming back. Now’s not the best time to mock us white boy.”

As Mike went back to staring at his feet, the other soldier shrugged as he said while leaning back, “Jeez… just trying to lighten the mood.”

Another soldier leaned towards the man as he whispered, “He just lost three of his best friends today.”

The soldier turned to him as he said, “I thought he lost his best friends a while back.”

The soldier shook his head as he said, “Nah… those five other guys weren’t close enough to be called best friends. You have to feel bad for him, losing everyone.”

Mike stood up and walked towards them as he said in an angry voice, “Don’t talk like I aint here.”

The first soldier stood up as he said in a frustrated mood, “Look, you’re going to have to let go of all those that were lost because they aren’t coming back.”

Mike was ready to throw one of his fists at the guy when one of the soldiers in the corner said, “Hey guys… do you hear that?” As soon as he said that, everything went silent. Every passenger listened carefully as they heard a faint noise, the sound of trumpets blowing like the ones in Inception.

Mike turned towards the pilot as he said, “Where are we? We can’t be over land yet, we just passed on top of the Pacific Ocean.”

The pilot turned around as she said in a worried voice, “I know what you’re talking about. It’s not coming from land… that sound is coming from above us.”

Mike began to think, his mind going through all the possibilities of what could be making all the noise. His thoughts had to wait though, because the sudden rocking of the ship threw him off balance as he said, “Pilot, what the hell is going on?”

The woman turned around as she said in a shaking voice, “Take a look for yourself.”

Mike walked towards the cockpit, as he looked out the windshield he saw a dark purple and green cloud of smoke and light. It looked to be a few hundred meters higher but was powerful enough to begin to pull the water from the ocean. As Mike stared at this, his mouth agape, he said silently, “Lord have mercy…”

Suddenly the alarms began to blare as the pilot said frantically, “Mayday! Mayday! We are losing control of the ship! We are passing through the Bermuda triangle people, buckle up!”

As the ship began to spin out of control, going higher and higher into the sky, Mike stumbled for his seat and strapped himself in tightly. The crew began to grip to whatever they could as tight as they could possibly squeeze, some were even crying out of fear. While the aerial vessel’s alarms blared and the signals were lost, Mike pulled out the photo of his sister as he said, “I’ll always love you, Felicia.” Mike could hear the sound of the ship’s body being bent and skewed as he felt gravity pull them in odd directions, he could feel both halves pulled in either directions ever so slightly. The pressure went from too low to bear to too high to stay focused. Mike’s head began to hurt more than anything in the world as he felt his skull begin to collapse on him. The sudden change in pressure was making him see stars when suddenly the pressure went back to normal. He was barely conscious when he looked to the side to see the back of the vehicle was torn off as they fell towards a wintery forest, the other half crashing into the forest and causing an explosion. The sudden impact made his seat pop out of its place and fall out the open end, Mike barely stayed alive to watch himself roll in the snow at high speeds. His limbs were like ragdolls as he felt them snap in all sorts of places before falling off a small cliff, as he fell he watched the other half of the ship he was once in crash into the ground and morph into a dented heap of burning metal.

The last thing Mike saw was him falling towards the white snow face first before blacking out on impact.
*****

It felt like an instant later when he woke up again, this time fully conscious. Everywhere Mike looked all he could see was snow, it was somehow the middle of December and midnight when it was summer and mid-day when he left base. A thick plume of black smoke rose into the night sky and blocked out the stars, embers beginning to slowly rain down from the sky as they burned the cloths and other materials the fires were consuming. The moon was shining brightly upon them as it appeared to be closer than normal, Mike couldn’t tell if it was the lack of oxygen that caused him to see a head made out of the craters or if he hadn’t noticed it before. Mike’s first instinct was to get up, but as soon as he made it to his feet his legs bent inwards at the broken points and he fell back to the ground again. His arms were no use at breaking the fall as they were broken to shit.
Mike slowly began to think about what to do next, he assumed that the source of the black smoke was the airship wreckage and decided to crawl there to see if there was anyone else that survived. He hopped to God that someone else survived the crash; he didn’t want to be surrounded by death anymore. But with an impact as bad as that, he assumed the worst for the rookies.

All of his limbs hurt like never before as he slowly dragged himself towards the wreckage, his vision was still blurry but he could make out the shape of a burning plane and pieces of it littering the surrounding area. Mike slowly rolled over as he shouted for help, he couldn’t make any words, he could just shout like a caveman. As Mike began to fade away once again, he watched as the photo of his sister floated down, burnt around the edges but otherwise unharmed. The photo slowly landed on his visor and allowed him to see nothing else but the picture before he passed out yet again.

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