D noticed a few interesting things about the place he woke up in.
His head hurt like someone tried to hammer a nail into his brain. The black bag over his head smelled disgusting—like blood and vomit. He still had three dollars in change still in his left pocket, and there were thick metal restraints around his wrists suppressing his glow. The restraints were built into his seat's armrests, keeping him in place.
He noticed the sounds of people speaking all around him. Accompanied by the soft sounds of a plane's turbine outside. He struggled against his restraints with all his might…for around 10 seconds, then gave up.
He silently swore to himself.
what's the point of having arms if I can't even use them? I might as well be a snake.
Since his first choice of action didn't work, he thought about what to do, and the cogs of his brain were spinning. The dozens of hours he'd spent watching action movies and crime dramas played in his mind till he had an idea. To him, this was the single most genius idea anyone ever had in the history of genius ideas. He took a deep and calm breath, then said "SOMEBODY HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME!"
In response—another voice—a woman from the sound of it, responded—from D's left side and shouted. "CAN YOU STOP YELLING!"
Before D could shout again, someone ripped the bag off of his head. The sudden shock of the interior lights hit his eyes like a flashbang. Then he saw the person who ripped the bag off his head.
It was a soldier dressed head to toe in all-black gear with a combat helmet on that covered their entire face.
The soldier walked away from D—down the single file line of the plane to a wall with some sort of console. The soldier pressed a button and said, "Student #40 is awake", and then he sat down in a seat next to it.
D was in disbelief at what he saw. That soldier pressed a button and logged him into an inventory system like he a piece of furniture.
He looked around and realized he was inside the plane Spire showed him. The black interior of the plane was sleek and matte. It looked even more expensive inside than it did outside. He also noticed that there were others seated with him. Everyone sat in two rows of seats that were side by side. One row down the left side and another on the right.
D could see most of the people in the row opposite to him, but in the row he sat, he could only see two people. The person on his left and the one on his right. Some people still had black bags over their heads, unconscious. On his left side, there was a woman with light olive skin and shoulder-length black hair with red highlights. Highlights that looked like they came out of either boredom, rebellion, or both.
She wore an intricate red and black dress with a frilly skirt, and chunky red bottomed black heels. Her hands were also bound in the same restraints, and she stared at the opposite wall chewing a piece of gum.
He looked to the person on his right and flinched back as he saw him. The man on his right side was huge. Even with both of them sitting down, he was gargantuan. He wore an all-black tank top that was in a constant battle to contain his muscular frame. Luckily, the giant man had a black bag over his head and was snoring.
He turned his head as much as he could away from the giant and towards the black & red-haired girl on his left.
"Hey, can you please tell me where we are?" He asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.
She spoke while still chewing. "Are you done yelling?" She responded in a snarky tone without looking at him.
D's eyes darted between her and the soldier down the aisle as he said. "The jury's still out on that one, but uhhh, probably?"
The woman stopped chewing her gum.
She let a long sigh and said, "I don't know" without looking at him. Not knowing if he should respond, D stared at her while lost in thought. Okay…that was about as helpful as asking the sleeping giant, so here goes.
He looked over to the tall man on his right, braced himself, and whispered.
"Yo big guy, you awake?" He received snoring as a response. He looked at the person in front of him on the opposite wall. It was a woman with a bag over her head. She had on an oversized sports t-shirt with at least twenty holes in it. It looked like she used Iron Maiden as a tanning bed.
At a loss for what to do, D thought about his options.
Talk to the snarky checkerboard chick on the left?—he glanced at her—Pass. I'd rather talk to a brick fucking wall. Turning his head forward, he looked at the woman across from him.
Try to get the attention of Miss Acupuncture over there? He thought about it. Pass, a little too far for a conversation, and I'm pretty sure she's knocked out.
D finally turned to the giant on his left and had one thought. Alright then... Looks like the jury's back in.
He looked up at him and shouted, "HEY BIG MAN YOU AWAKE UNDER THERE?"
About four different voices, including the checker-haired chick, told him to "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" in annoyed unison.
D didn't know where the other 3 voices came from, so he turned his anger to the girl on his right.
"SHUT UP! I'm trying to figure out where the hell I am and what the hell's going on." She opened her mouth to respond—he cut her off.
"I wouldn't have to wake this guy up if you weren't acting like the world's snarkiest checkerboard!" Since D was giving all his attention to the screaming match. He didn't see the soldier on his right grab his rifle, stand up, and start walking over.
The woman launched into her own shout, "I DON'T CARE! MAYBE YOU SHOULD'VE READ THE FINE PRINT BEFORE APPLYING!". Before D could figure out how to respond, he heard the heavy boots of the soldier to his right. He whipped his head towards the sound.
The soldier was standing in front of him, rifle in their hands. They stood there unmoving and masked in shadow—like a messenger of death.
He panicked. "WOAH MAN!." D tried to lift his hands—only to feel the cold steel hold him down. "I only asked a simple question. Can't a guy ask what's going on-".
The soldier cut off D's words as they smashed his face in with the back of their assault rifle.