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aloneindarknes7 Alright, so I was watching a The Twilight Zone marathon with my mom. The acting for most of them was very bad and easy to laugh at, but I had to admit that the ideas were rather good for the time. But one of the famous episodes, the one about a creature out on the wing of the airplane but no one but one guy can see it, came on and spurred an idea because the guy's name was Mr. Wilson.
Because I'm the die-hard Slade Wilson fan that I am, I had to imagine what Slade would do if he saw a creature on the wing of the plane. Thus, I wrote a fic in the span of five minutes and have decided to post it here.
“I’m fine, thank you.” The young attendant blushed and walked away. Rarely did he ever take a regular plane back from his missions but when his private jet got shot down on the way there he had to manage some sort of transportation to return to Jump City where his little bird awaited. Even though he was on a regular passenger airplane it didn’t mean that he would sit with others and join in with their normal airplane chat. He preferred not to socialize with meager people or be surrounded by crying babies.
He booked himself a tiny plane and got a first class seat by himself to assure that that wouldn’t be the case. The plane was cozy and the seat he had pre-registered was the window seat, which would entertain him when he finished reading the paper before the three-hour trip would land. It was the emergency exit seat which simply meant the small annoyance of having to help others exit the plane in case something would happen. He doubted that anything could possibly happen.
The plane took off successfully and he looked around at the others seated in first class only to notice that everyone seemed asleep already. He chuckled lightly and flipped to the last page of the newspaper while thinking of how people nowadays couldn’t fly without their sleeping pills.
By the time he had finished his paper a small amount of turbulence had began. When the cheery flight attendant passed by his seat again she offered him a glass of water and assured him that the turbulence would pass soon. He took the water gratefully and glanced outside at the night sky. He hated red-eyes when he wasn’t the one flying home; he had nothing to concentrate on.
As he continued to stare out of the small window he noticed something moving out on the wing of the plane. He continued to stare at whatever had caught his eyes until they had flown out of the cloud. Once the cloud had passed, he observed a rather large, hairy creature to be standing on the wing.
The creature met his eye and it seemed to smirk at him. Slade furrowed his brow as he watched the creature kneel down and dig his claws under the metal of the wing. The creature ripped a small part of the wing up to reveal different wires under the cover. It continued to smirk at Slade as it played with the wires a bit. The creature seemed accustomed to this scenario of only catching one person’s attention.
Slade smirked back at the creature and adjusted the gun that he currently had on him. A small pistol, but it would take care of the creature just well enough to show it not to try to taunt Slade Wilson. The creature stopped it’s fiddling with the plane’s wiring and started to walk closer to Slade’s window.
“Perfect,” Slade mumbled to himself as he grabbed the emergency handle and opened the plane’s emergency door a crack. In the time it took the people around him to notice that the door was open, Slade had already shot the creature twice and promptly closed the door again.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Wilson?” The flight attendant came by as the captain had told her of the disturbance in his seat.
Slade looked up at her, gun safely put back in place on his person before anyone had noticed, and smiled. “There’s no problem, Miss. Not a problem at all.” She looked at him carefully, but she knew that the computer must have malfunctioned again for there was no way a human could open the emergency door and close it again with all of the wind power blowing around the plane.
She nodded and started to offer her assistance to the other passengers that had abruptly woken up.
Smiling, Slade looked back out the window to see the streak of blood on the plane. It appeared that not even creatures straight out of The Twilight Zone were a match for Slade Wilson.
Because I'm the die-hard Slade Wilson fan that I am, I had to imagine what Slade would do if he saw a creature on the wing of the plane. Thus, I wrote a fic in the span of five minutes and have decided to post it here.
Title: Twilight Zone Vs. Slade
Author: Jordan Herbert
Rating: K for my own stupidity
Genre: Crack
Pairing/Characters: Slade
Word Count: 707
Summary: Slade happens to book a plane that travels through The Twilight Zone. *que theme music*
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Slade, DC does. I also do not own The Twilight Zone, I believe some dead guy does.
Author: Jordan Herbert
Rating: K for my own stupidity
Genre: Crack
Pairing/Characters: Slade
Word Count: 707
Summary: Slade happens to book a plane that travels through The Twilight Zone. *que theme music*
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Slade, DC does. I also do not own The Twilight Zone, I believe some dead guy does.
“Can I get you anything before we take off, Mr. Wilson?” The flight attendant asked as Slade settled into his seat. He smiled at the blond and shook his head.
“I’m fine, thank you.” The young attendant blushed and walked away. Rarely did he ever take a regular plane back from his missions but when his private jet got shot down on the way there he had to manage some sort of transportation to return to Jump City where his little bird awaited. Even though he was on a regular passenger airplane it didn’t mean that he would sit with others and join in with their normal airplane chat. He preferred not to socialize with meager people or be surrounded by crying babies.
He booked himself a tiny plane and got a first class seat by himself to assure that that wouldn’t be the case. The plane was cozy and the seat he had pre-registered was the window seat, which would entertain him when he finished reading the paper before the three-hour trip would land. It was the emergency exit seat which simply meant the small annoyance of having to help others exit the plane in case something would happen. He doubted that anything could possibly happen.
The plane took off successfully and he looked around at the others seated in first class only to notice that everyone seemed asleep already. He chuckled lightly and flipped to the last page of the newspaper while thinking of how people nowadays couldn’t fly without their sleeping pills.
By the time he had finished his paper a small amount of turbulence had began. When the cheery flight attendant passed by his seat again she offered him a glass of water and assured him that the turbulence would pass soon. He took the water gratefully and glanced outside at the night sky. He hated red-eyes when he wasn’t the one flying home; he had nothing to concentrate on.
As he continued to stare out of the small window he noticed something moving out on the wing of the plane. He continued to stare at whatever had caught his eyes until they had flown out of the cloud. Once the cloud had passed, he observed a rather large, hairy creature to be standing on the wing.
The creature met his eye and it seemed to smirk at him. Slade furrowed his brow as he watched the creature kneel down and dig his claws under the metal of the wing. The creature ripped a small part of the wing up to reveal different wires under the cover. It continued to smirk at Slade as it played with the wires a bit. The creature seemed accustomed to this scenario of only catching one person’s attention.
Slade smirked back at the creature and adjusted the gun that he currently had on him. A small pistol, but it would take care of the creature just well enough to show it not to try to taunt Slade Wilson. The creature stopped it’s fiddling with the plane’s wiring and started to walk closer to Slade’s window.
“Perfect,” Slade mumbled to himself as he grabbed the emergency handle and opened the plane’s emergency door a crack. In the time it took the people around him to notice that the door was open, Slade had already shot the creature twice and promptly closed the door again.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Wilson?” The flight attendant came by as the captain had told her of the disturbance in his seat.
Slade looked up at her, gun safely put back in place on his person before anyone had noticed, and smiled. “There’s no problem, Miss. Not a problem at all.” She looked at him carefully, but she knew that the computer must have malfunctioned again for there was no way a human could open the emergency door and close it again with all of the wind power blowing around the plane.
She nodded and started to offer her assistance to the other passengers that had abruptly woken up.
Smiling, Slade looked back out the window to see the streak of blood on the plane. It appeared that not even creatures straight out of The Twilight Zone were a match for Slade Wilson.
