Dead Air - Episode 5
by Travis Pennington
Eight years later, Chrissy is on a plane filled with dead people.
She is terrified and doesn’t know what to do.
She gets another text from her adoptive brother John.
Chrissy?
Chrissy? What’s happening?
What’s HAPPENING?
Do you really want to know?
Of course I do.
Well, let’s see then…
I’m on an airplane halfway across the Atlantic, surrounded by dead people.
I just talked with my dead mother.
And I just realized that my real father killed himself after releasing a virus on my home town…
All because of something he found in my room…
A fact so terrible I’ve apparently been suppressing the memory for over six years.
Oh, and my adopted BROTHER told me one of my friends died in an explosion…
A sick joke, considering she just texted me a few minutes ago.
Angelique’s alive??
Thank God!
Of course she’s alive!
What would have killed her?
Certainly not an explosion at the airport since that ALSO didn’t happen.
It happened, sis.
Do you really think I’d lie about something like that?
It’s still all over the news.
And the woman who died — her name is Angelique Paradis.
It must be someone with the same name as your friend.
The same name?? Angelique Paradis isn’t some common name like Jane Smith.
So, what are you saying?
That I’m playing some twisted joke on you while you’re already dealing with a plane full of dead people?
I don’t know.
I don’t know what I’m saying.
I just want to open my eyes and have this nightmare be over.
Okay, well, let’s work on that.
It WILL be over.
That I can promise you.
We’ll figure all of this out…
We’ll get the plane on the ground…
And everything will be okay then.
How?
Well, why don’t we start by praying together.
Praying? Not this again. I told you, I…
I know.
You don’t believe in God.
But you should.
Should I?
My mother died from some terrible virus when I was sixteen.
It spread though my entire hometown in a matter of minutes.
And I just realized that it all started because of my dad.
He found something in my room, freaked out, and within fifteen minutes the entire town was dead.
I basically killed them all.
And I probably have the virus as well.
So don’t tell me to believe in God.
You should, and here’s why…
Everything you just told me, the same things happened to ME.
What do you mean?
I never told you this — but the town in Bulgaria where I grew up…
They all died one day, after my mother flipped out about something I did.
And the U.S. government sent Father to investigate.
That’s when he was at the Centers for Disease Control.
Wait. So Father adopted you after your entire town died?
And a few years later, he adopted ME after MY entire town died?
Like I said — it must be God’s plan.
There’s no other way to explain it.
And don’t worry, you don’t have the virus.
Neither of us do.
Father tested us both and we aren’t carriers.
He could be lying.
He’s not the one who told me.
I saw the test results when I was cleaning his office one day.
And that’s when I also learned the truth about my mother.
How did she die?
How did she die, John?
I need to know.
She cut her throat with a pair of scissors.
Apparently, she felt responsible for releasing the stress-triggered pathogen on the town.
Oh my God.
I know. It’s terrible.
Yes, but…
What is it?
What is it, sis?
Is Father still there?
Yes. Why?
Because my real father died in the exact same way as your mother.
And the one link between everything — our hometowns, our real parents, our adoptions — is Dr. Henry Greene.
What are you saying?
I don’t know. At least not yet.
But this sure as hell doesn’t sound like God’s plan to me.
You’re the smartest guy I’ve ever known, John.
Take God out of this for a minute, and what does that leave?
Father.
It leaves Father.
But…
But, what??
But, I’m not going to just sit here and accept that the man who adopted both of us…
The man who’s always given us everything we want and never even raised his voice at us, is a psychopath.
It’s going to take some time to figure out how he was involved with our parents.
But right now…
Right now I’m on a plane full of dead people with no way out of here.
Yes, so let’s figure out how to get you on the ground first.
Can you make it to the cockpit?
Then you can find out if the pilots are alive.
Okay, I’m going to try.
Let me know what you’re seeing on the way there.
Anything at all that might help.
It’s dark.
The lights are very dim.
A few of the in-seat monitors are on.
They…
Oh my God.
What is it?
There’s a news report about the airport bombing.
I guess it really did happen.
But how can that be?
And there’s a picture…
This can’t be real…
What?
What’s the picture?
It’s me.
There’s a caption below it.
It says “Suspected bomber.”
My picture is on the news, and they somehow think I set off a bomb.
What the…
How can this be real??
I’m turning on the news to check.
Okay, it’s on.
They’re still showing the bombing, but I don’t see your picture.
Chrissy?
Sis, are you there?
I’m here.
All the monitors just changed.
Now they’re showing…
What?
What do you see?
It’s another video. Of me.
Someone is filming me.
What??
At our home. Through my bedroom window.
It’s three weeks ago I think, because I’m wearing the green robe I bought that day.
I’m getting ready for bed, and some creep is filming me.
Who?
Who would do this??
Hold on.
The camera keeps turning back to whoever’s behind it.
But I haven’t seen his face yet.
Who is it?
Did you see the face?
Sis??
??
Yes, John.
Yes, I saw who was filming me.
And?
Who was it?
Sis??
It was you.
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