The plane set off. Michael had mixed emotions. He was being transported to a new care home in South Dakota (America). As a going away present, his old care home had bought him a laptop. It was a HP, (windows vista) black and shiny.
They had even booked him a first class ticket on the plane (British Airways). He was an orphan. Oh, how he would have given anything just to see his parents if it was only for ten seconds. But he couldn’t and there was nothing he could do about it. So there he was. ALONE!
Meanwhile in America, Sarov was waiting. He was a tall man, with a muscular body. He had long brown hair and his shiny green eyes pierced the darkness. Inside his hand, he held a red jar with what looked like blood inside it. But it wasn’t. It was a spirit from HELL! He released the lid. He told the spirit its mission. It was to get into the body of the pilot who was coming to America. It would invade his mind and put one thought inside the once good-hearted man to a horrible hell-hearted man. KILL!
On the plane, Michael opened the laptop screen. He turned it on. But when the computer screen lit up, something strange happened. He stared curiously. Suddenly it spoke to him. It said that a man called Sarov wanted to blow up most of America and its troops. Then, Russia would regain world domination! Michael had to save the world! But the pilot would try to kill him as he had been infected with the devil spirit! You have seven hours and counting.
Then, it shut down like a robot. He noticed something strange. When the pilot said that they were halfway there, he said it snarling. He heard screams being projected onto the speakers. Then, silence. Without thinking he took off his seatbelt and ran into the cabin room. He hit the pilot on his head very hard. The pilot lulled into unconsciousness. A red thing came out of the pilot’s head. Using a jar he had borrowed from a passenger on the plane he put the thing inside and screwed the lid back on. Amazingly, the co pilot was still awake from his horrible encounter with the pilot. He pulled himself up and started to fly the plane. Satisfied, Michael went back to his seat.
6 HOURS LATER
Suddenly, the ache in his ears went away. The engine had stopped. He ripped off his seatbelt like a lion eating its meat. He grabbed his luggage from the hold and rushed off the plane. He pushed around as he had to get to that bomb. He stepped outside. He looked at the counter. 1 HOUR TO GO!
He wondered where the bomb was. He started to look through any alleys. But then, he realised that Sarov wanted the whole world to see the bomb blow up. The only place in South Dakota very famous was ... Mount Rushmore! He saw the huge building in the distance. He ran with the speed of a cheetah into the eerie building. It looked like a cave. No, it was a cave. He heard a familiar sound ahead of him. The bomb! He ran forwards and saw it. To his sheer horror, he saw something else. It was Sarov. Very quickly, he pushed Sarov out of the way. Then he saw the button on the bomb. NON- SELF DESTRUCT! But time had run out. He pressed it on 0. There was a faint explosion.
He opened his eyes. HUH! He saw golden starlight shimmering all around him. He thought he knew where he was. Then, he saw Sarov and a bloodshot red as well. Out of nowhere, a big red hole devoured Sarov and the devil spirit. Nobody else was there. That was when he knew he had succeeded in his mission. Just before he could get up, four arms hugged him. They had a loving warmth about them. He knew who they were. Finally, he knew where he was.