Payne rocked in his chair. This was to much for him. He needed a big thrill. He needed to squeeze the A-Gland. He went to the back of the ship and opened the small hatch on the ceiling. He crawled to the middle of the jet and stood up. He was riding on top.
Jasons mind sorted itself out, blocking the mechanical interfierence that was coming from whatever source was nearby. His eyebrows knitted for a second as he regained conciousness. He felt the mask on his face, and brought a hand up, taking it off. He shook his head slowly, sitting up. "Oh geez..." He said, putting a hand to his forhead, "It feels like someone drove a spike into my head."
"Noah I'm sorry but I can't hold on any longer." Tears begin to fill Rayne's eyes as blood starts to fall from her nose. "Noah please help me" Rayne's eyes close and she begins to fall from the top of the blackbird.
Jason, the few seconds, had assesed the situation. Jason's eyes blazed, lighting up his face. "Our fate is not meant to be decided this day." He said. "Noah, keep it up, I have an idea." He said, his voice still monotone. He got to his feet, ignoring his wound, and moved with startling speed up to the top of the jet. The assault of wind nearly over balanced him, his he formed a wedge of solid air in front of him, breaking the wind. He rushed forward and grabbed Rayne's hand as he was toppling over the edge of the jet. Hold on... He said, pulling her up, he held her against his side with one arm, and braced as his wedge dissipated. He held his ground against the onslaught of wind, and faced the slowly expanding explosion, charging his energy. The air warped all around them, and solidified into walls, his own made up forcefields. They began slamming into the explosion from the sides, swifty, but gently. Rienforcing Noah's own forcefields.
A soft drizzle caused Jason to start. he looked up ad saw rain. rain, rain, rain falling towards the craft in a sheet of silver drops. up to about 100 feet above their heads the sky was clear, except for small drops of natural falling water, but above the rain glowed slightly, Falling. falling. stop. as if time stopped, the rain froze in midair. the glowing liquid seemed to focus on a spot directly in front of them and collect there and form a crystalline figure...
Have you earned yourself the knowledge? The answer to all is within your reach. Can you work for it? Aquia Maish whispered. She rose into the air with a grim smile, settling another 500 feet in the higher. Senellasish morallis! A huge... tsunami typed thing flooded the area, a rectangle of land, the size of a football field, was submerged under 400 or so feet of water. This time prove yourself to me and you will receive the information you need, that is, if you ARE the ones... And with this last thought lingering in their minds, the vanished...
"Deadpool take over the controls"
*Storm gets out of her seat and flys to the top of the jet and takes Rayne into arms and then start a rain poor to help decrease the severeness of the explosion,and hopes that Noah and Jason can control the rest of the explosion*
Jason may have been able to hold on, he may not have, but two things were conspiring against him that day. Some may say he knew his fate. He was a psychic. But I don't think he did. He could have prevented it. But he was too smart for that. There was a hard gust of wind...and Jason lost his footing, the same wind made the jet lurch beneath him. He landed on his knee, but bounced, again bouncing off his shoulder as the wing shot past beneath him. Blown backwards, he saw his friends become a speck in the distance. He blinked once, and then turned over, and started using his powers. What he used them for, I can't say. It wasn't to slow his fall. It was for something else. I do know what it was for. It was to help his friends. He knew time waited for no man. But death waited for everyone. If it was a hundred deaths it would have been a statisitic. But it was only one. And that's a tragedy.
Payne was watching out of the window of the X-jet. He heard a thump and saw sumthing fly off of it. Looking closely he saw it was Jason. Payne ran to the hatch and threw it open. He jumped out started to concentrate. Slowly metal wings started to slide out of his back, ripping his jacket. He changed his position to where he gained more distance in a shorter time. He got closer and closer but before he could reach Jason he blacked out. His matalic wings carried him in slow cirlces only slightly faster than a parachute. He wasn't able to stop the inevitable.