[ WP ] As the plane plummeted to its certain destruction , one want-to-be serial killer realized they would never get the chance to kill . In the ensuing panic all around , they strangle and kill their seat mate unnoticed . Suddenly , the plane averts disaster and is able to restore normal flight .

The baby sitting next to me was the first to realize the plane was going down. From the second we lifted off the ground, he cried like hell, squirming in his mother's arms, trying desperately to get off the already sinking ship. `` It's her first flight,'' her mother would say with a grin to whomever she could. The enormous man sitting on my left was the next to realize the flight's inevitable fate. About an hour in he fell asleep, resting his head atop my shoulder. `` This is why,'' I thought to myself. `` This is exactly why I'm going to the seminar.'' That weekend I would be attending a very informal class on the ins and outs of serial killing. I figured 27 was a decent age to make the move from gingerly squishing spiders in my apartment to simple murder. 
 
 It was n't until we were 6 hours into the flight that the remaining passengers gained knowledge of our plane's engine failure. This was partly due to the pilot's careful explanation of the problem at hand and partly because the plan starting falling, nose pointed downwards, toward the coast of Portugal. 
 
 Passengers screamed, cried with mouths full of pretzels and peanuts, hugged their loved ones. The baby on my right had suddenly been silenced. He looked out the windows at the horizon rising fast, a slight smile on his face. His mother followed his lead, keeping silent, tears streaming down her face. 
 
 With a jolt, the man next to me awoke, noticed his situation, and started grabbing for something inside his carry-on. As the horizon outside the window rose higher and higher, I realized I was living my last few minutes. The pilot, now barely audible spoke over the intercom, informing us to prepare for proper procedures. He let out a defeated sigh at the end of his speech, `` You know what,'' he muttered. `` Spend these last few minutes with your family.'' 
 
 Immediately, I set out looking for an appropriate target for my first and only kill. I glanced at the baby and his mother, still quietly looking out the dirty window. I guess I just could n't bring myself to strangle either of those two - I was n't completely evil. I turned to my left, where the fat man was trying to open a little case he had dug out of his backpack with shaky hands. Eyeing his neck, I realized my hands were n't physically big enough to strangle him either. I unbuckled my seat belt and started climbing around him toward the aisle separating the two rows of seats. A teenage girl in the aisle screamed as a suitcase from the overheard storage flew directly into her head. A flight attendant's cart sped down the aisle, an assortment of drinks and snacks flying off as it hit each row. Finally, I stepped in the aisle and started looking for my victim. 
 
 I was considering killing the businessman a couple rows in front of mine who stepped on my toe just before departure at the terminal when I felt hands around my neck. I did n't need to turn around - the giant hands let me know exactly who my killer was. 
 
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