Fanon:The Wiki Mansion - Part 2

Chapter 1
“$10 for a strawberry banana smoothie?” The prices at the airport food court were insane. The cashier shrugged and said, “Well, that’s the airport for you.” Regardless of the high price, I paid for the smoothie and went back to the terminal. It had been a week since I had eaten anything with fruit in it.

“Did you buy me one, Hudson?” asked Spyroclub. I chuckled and ignored him. It was the second last day of the wiki reunion. To make up for all the shenanigans with Super, we had decided to spend the last day together at Mount Rushmore.

“Ugh, guys, our flight was delayed!” shouted Swasimcool as he came back from the restroom. “We’re stuck here for another five hours!” I wasn’t surprised; it had started to rain an hour ago, and it had developed into a thunderstorm.

“I’m going for a nap,” I said as I yawned loudly. I tried to make myself comfortable in the compact airport seats. I covered myself in my jacket and dosed off.

Chapter 2
“Henry, wake up, quick!” Christina was pulling on my arm. I rubbed my eyes and sat up uncomfortably. All the seats around me were empty; everyone was gathered at the windows.

“What’s going on?” I groaned. Zach stepped to the side so I could see what was happening.

“The plane’s smoking, but I don’t see a fire,” observed ComicRater. Somehow, the plane was smoking despite the storm outside. A few mechanics were heading toward the aircraft. I checked my watch and discovered that there were still three and a half hours until the flight.

“It’s probably nothing,” I muttered. I waddled back to the chairs and lay down again. “Don’t wake me up until we start boarding.” It was hard to sleep due to all the chattering going on by the window. I saw everyone go back to their seats after a few minutes. The smoke probably was nothing, possibly an engine defect.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, someone leaned over the chair and screamed into my face. I dropped out of my chair and hit my head on the carpeted floor. It was Spyroclub; he laughed as I struggled to sit up.

Then, something scared me even more; it scared everybody. The airplane outside suddenly exploded, causing everybody to fly backward. My arm and chin had started to bleed. Luckily, I didn’t hit my head, so I was able to get up quickly. I looked around; all the windows were destroyed, and the chairs were on fire.

“Help,” moaned a faint voice. I turned around, and TheYounglings and Christina were stuck under a chair together. Swasimcool ran over, and we both pulled the chair off of them.

“What happened?” screamed Zach; blood ran down from his forehead.

“The plane exploded somehow! Was it struck by lightning?” The terminal was in chaos; nobody knew what was going on. About a dozen airport security officers were running toward us. I heard an ambulance and fire truck approach from outside. Everything was burning, including my backpack, which was slowly turning into a pile of ash.

“Everybody!” called the security officer. He appeared to be the head of security. “The building must be evacuated! Leave all items behind!” Everyone rushed out of the emergency exit.

“My Rubik’s Cube!” cried Spyroclub; he had blood all over his face. “Where is it?!” Swasimcool and ComicRater had to stop him from searching for it.

We all met up outside by one of the ambulances. Fortunately, none of us had to go to the hospital.

“What happened? Why did the plane explode?”

“Was it struck by lightning?”

“No, I was watching it the whole time.”

“It must have been rigged!” Christina was on her phone, which had a cracked screen. She looked worried as she scrolled through her texts.

“Guys, this is terrible!” cried Christina. Everyone paid attention to her, and she read one of her texts. “You lucked out. Courtesy of SuperTalker101.”

“That’s impossible, Super’s dead!” laughed Zach. “Whoever sent that is messing with us.”

“Maybe it’s Bignatebaseball,” suggested Swasimcool. “I heard he’s almost ready to leave the hospital.” Nothing made any sense to me. Super was clearly dead, so who could have sent the message?

“Show me the message,” said ComicRater. Christina gave him the phone. “No, it’s not Bignatebaseball. I have his number memorized.” At that moment, nothing made sense to me. None of us could have sent it, so who did? Super was dead, and all of his men were either dead or locked up.

“Could things get any worse?” groaned Spyroclub.