The Edge
Created | Updated Jul 9, 2003
Part Fifteen
There was something about planes on take-off that turned even the most mild-mannered person into a raging psychopath. The only thing that stopped passengers killing each other was the G-force of the plane forcing everyone into their seats. If you look around on planes
at take-off, nine times out of ten you'll see people with red, angry faces gritting their teeth and citing demonic incantations. It's not just DVT that airlines have to worry about.
Wickrain, however, was listening to rock music and fiddling with himself. Pellicle appeared to be in another place entirely and Lorgnette was doing her impression of the little girl from The
Exorcist.
Time moved forward, in that regular, annoying way it usually does1. Lorgnette had drunk one too many cokes before getting on the plane and got up to go to the toilet for the fourth time. This time, she had chosen to go just as they were serving the meal.
'Excuse me. Thank you. Can I just... Oh sorry.'
'Look, it's gone all down your silk tie. I'm so sorry, is it expensive? Oh, I see. You do realise you can get it cheaper if you just wait for the sales. Hey! There was no need to kick me, I'm just trying to be helpful. Excuse me, can I just squeeze past here. Thanks.'
She locked the door behind her and well, I won't go into what happened next, but let's just say there was nothing out of the ordinary in the way she went about her business after this point. What was slightly unusual was the explosion which ripped her entire body apart as she sat down on the toilet. What was even more unusual was how it
didn't even effect the rest of the plane, just the toilet cubicle.
Wickrain and Pellicle unfastened themselves from their seats and ran towards the toilet door. Wickrain forced it open and found the bloody remains of Lorgnette's body.
The pair just stood looking in open-mouthed, aghast at the scene before them. There was no chance she had survived, none at all. The entire cubicle had been destroyed and was now just a dirty red. Pellicle could feel a presence over his right shoulder. He spun round,
catching the person by the neck and forcing them to the ground.
'You!' It was Graham, Wickrain's accountant.
Pellicle shook him violently by the neck, shouting over and over 'why her?' When Pellicle had finally stopped, with his last breath Graham replied.
It was meant for him.
Pellicle waved his hand in front Graham's lifeless body and the accountant disappeared. Pellicle looked back round to where Wickrain was.
'Oh', he said realising where Wickrain had gone. He closed his eyes and felt reality shift around him. He opened his eyes and standing in front of him was Lorgnette, fully formed, skirt round her ankles, sitting on the toilet.
'Oi!' she said, closing the cubicle door. Pellicle smiled and went back to his seat.
decades.
