I hummed a tune in replacement of music as I stared out of the airplane's window, a small square which gives little view of the surrounding atmosphere unless one changed angles every so often. The puffy clouds looked like cotton candy except for their color of snow. They were a beautiful sight. I wanted to touch them to see what they felt like, probably moist due to them being a part of the water cycle, but I was confined within a moving metal box and had no way to feel anything outside it. All I could do is look at them in awe and wonder.

Sometimes, I noticed the plane shaking a bit, like a close boom of thunder without noise, when the wings had passed through some of the surrounding clouds. Perhaps turbulence would happen when the plane passes through a large number of clouds.

"Is that really the cause?" I mumbled as I continued to observe the mechanical wings. There were four flaps extended out to catch the wind from underneath the plane in order to keep it from falling into the depths of the ocean under us. I recalled when the plane began its ascent into the air, those flaps were moving in various ways in order to help the plane to accelerate or slow. Without them, the flight of a plane would be nearly impossible and unsafe for anyone within. Thinking up to this point, I was more confident in my original observations and theory in turbulence.

However, I have no idea if my logic was filled with truth or lies, so I decided to turn to my neighbor. He was a dark-skinned guy with robust muscles all over his body. Considering them, I thought he must be some type of body-builder who might not know what I was about to ask him. However, people come from all shapes and sizes and none of them should be left out.

"Excuse me!" I said, grabbing his attention from his iPhone.

"Yes?" He replied with a confused expression on his square face.

I smiled at him while showing my straight white teeth. "I was just wondering if you happen to know anything about turbulence. For example, do you know how it happens?"

The man looked at me like he was ready to yell as his face started to become a shade of angry red. His brown eyes contained a hint of frustration within. "I..." He began through gritted teeth. "I'm very sorry as I have no idea what the answer is to your question." His face became downcast in shame.

I laughed, not because I felt the situation was funny, but it was to lighten the atmosphere a bit instead. The way the man had initially reacted to my question made me feel like I had done something wrong, but I was worried for nothing as it seemed like his personality was one of pride. He won't like it when he doesn't know something if a person asked him, and he would feel worthless as his pride was crushed to pieces. As I didn't want the man to start hating on himself, I decided to help him out a bit.

"You thought I was actually expecting you to answer. Poor lad, I only wanted to know if you would like to hear my theory on the subject if you didn't know!" I exclaimed in a playful tone. I needed to make sure my tone matched my words or he may find something fishy.

The man's head rose up and he stared into my forest-like eyes. "Sure, kid!" His voice contained a restrained joy and gratitude within. "Humor me. After all, we still have a few hours left before we land in Hong Kong."

"I am glad you accepted my proposal! My name is Lesley, by the way..." My words came rushing out of my mouth, leaving the guy no time to introduce himself. When I left the theory of turbulence behind, I moved onto another theory I had on other things.

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"...I have come to believe that all human brains are interconnected in some way or form. Can you recall a time when you and some other person had said the same thing at the same time? There is a saying which says "history always repeats itself" and it is true! The ideas people have come up with, those geniuses like Albert Einstein, everything had come to be thought of before. The only difference is that the people who take credit for these 'discoveries' were the first to place these ideas public..."

I became more endorsed in my theories. It eventually came to the point to where I had stopped asking the man questions and just continued on and on. When the flight attendant came down the aisle with snacks and drinks, I took a momentary pause to grab five water bottles and four packages of cookies. I downed one of the containers and continued my speech until a red flash appear up ahead.

I ceased my talking and glanced up to see the "put on your seatbelt" sign glowing. My neighbor furrowed his brows in a serious manner. "With about five hours to go, this message shouldn't be on unless..." His face paled as he frantically grabbed my seatbelt and pulled it tight around me.

"What is happening?" I asked. It felt weird to have someone to put on my safety belt for me. It hasn't been that way since I was a small child.

"Don't speak! Turbulence!" He had only said a few simple words, but they made me want to look out of the window to see if my theory was correct.

I didn't want to get too close to the walls of the plane as the shaking of it might cause me to kill myself by my head hitting against it. However, it was more than enough to get the view I would have never expected to see in real life.

There were no clouds. In fact, the atmosphere was very clear and void of anything except for what belonged. There was, however, a massive bird whose wingspan was nearly a hundred stories in length. Its black feathers had a violet hue on their edges, its claws were long and sharp as was its beak. I could see energy currents spiraling around the creature like lightning webbing the dark clouds in a thunderstorm.

From the moment I saw the bird, I knew it was not because of turbulence why we had to place our seatbelts on. The piolets were afraid of it and so should we.

It was then when I had realized that the flight attendants had not called on the speaker to warn the passengers, and I smiled faintly. They wish to save themselves, but this creature would not allow anyone to live if that was its goal. From the looks of it, it could easily tear through the metal and kill each and every one of us in one fell swoop.

"Screeech!"

A shrill cry exited the bird as the lightning surrounding its body began to extend its reach out towards the plane. Once it got about ten feet away from the wing, it stopped its advance. I was confused. It had made such a heavy battle cry just to act like it was attacking. Plus, it seemed to have the ability to control energy, namely electricity. Sure, humans have the capability to use this energy, but that is only through external means. How was this bird controlling it with just his flesh?

It was an unfathomable mystery science had yet to understand.

Before I had the chance to think on the matter more, I felt the plane shudder. The lights began to flicker and little strings of electricity began to move to the wing. I was towards the back of the plane, so I could see everything happening with clear eyes. The energy within the wing began to cause it to burn with heat. The metal turned to a dark red color as black plums of smoke rose up from the engine within it.

Like a rod, the bird's energy lead the electricity of the plane to it, empowering it. Once it had its fill, it left as though it had done nothing wrong.

My neighbor was too shocked at what he saw and forgot to place his safety belt on. I widened my eyes and opened my mouth to warn him, but it was too late. The plane tipped forward and jumped like it was bouncing on a trampoline. The jump, to my horror, made the man's body splatter as a drop of water onto the roof of the plane.

"Ahhh!"

I don't know who it was who had screamed their lungs out, but I do know that I could feel the warm blood dripping onto my face and clothes like a shower of rain. My vision turned hazy with dark spots and I was gone.