"This is America Airline and we will be landing soon. Please put your seatbelts on and have a nice day," the pilot said on the intercom with his voice low and tired. Without knowing that the passengers can still hear him and forgetting about turning off the intercom, the pilot said to his partner," Damn passengers. Why can't these people learn how to fucking drive to places? Man, I don't get paid enough for this shit."
Throughout the airplane passengers started to protest and shake their fist up in the air. Some of the passengers called on the flight attendants and wondered what was going on or if this was some kind of cruel joke.
The top flight attendant was next to the pilot's cabin. She stood up as many other flight attendants approached her with complaints from the passengers. The top flight attendant knocked on the door which separated the pilot's cabin from the passenger and poked her head in the little room.
"Captain," she said slowly and quietly.
"What is wrong ma'am?" the pilot asked with his voice now grim and boring.
"Sir, the passengers can hear you," she told him.
"What do you mean they can hear me?" he replied back, his voice showing annoyance and non-understanding.
"They can hear your comments captain," the flight attendant said roughly.
"Shit!" A beep was heard and from the first class to the second class people laughed. The clapped their hands together and laughed harder than ever when the flight attendant tripped as she came out of the pilot's cabin. She fell over hard and the other flight attendants had tried to catch her. The flight attendants were giggling crazily as they helped the top flight attendant from the floor.
"Girls, get the passengers ready," the top flight attendant said as she pushed her fellow workers to work. The passengers were still laughing and clapping their hands together from their short but funny entertainment. The flight attendants went row by row waking the passengers who were still asleep and as the same time they shushed the laughing passengers by showing them what was going to happen after the airplane landed and what the process was to be.
In the first class area, a flight attendant was shaking her hand in the air violently and the other passengers wondered why. She was shaking her hand at a sleeping passenger with a dark brown cowboy hat and red hair. The passenger was also a woman. The dark brown cowboy hat covered the sleeping woman's face so that only the lower half of the face showed, the lower part of a face consisted of the nose and down to the chin. The flight attendant's name was Maggie. Maggie had bucked teeth and her hair was brown. She was not that tall and angered quickly. She also hated little children but she didn't put that in her resume.
Maggie had done everything to try and wake the passenger as calmly as possible but her patients were waning very quickly. She was had no success in waking up the woman. The woman kept on sleeping and never waking. Maggie wondered if the woman had a heart attack in her sleep but she could hear a light snore. She looked down at her passenger list and saw that the passengers name was Dr. Kate McCoy. Maggie wondered what kind of doctor Ms. McCoy was because she would need one once Maggie broke her in half.
"Dr. McCoy?" Maggie asked the woman. "Ms., would you please wake up?" This time McCoy stirred slowly and with the hat still covering her eyes, the passenger raised her head to Maggie. Maggie saw the passenger's eyes watery and blinking quickly, it nerved her more than ever. McCoy than gave Maggie her fullest attention. There was an awkward silence between the women as both briefly locked eyes and with the brief locking of eyes, a quick exchange of understanding was exchanged between the two people.
"Do ye need anythin'?" the woman asked calmly to the flight attendant, pushing her hat up.
The flight attendant looked at the Dr. with mere shock and dismay. She replied back harshly," We are about to land."
"Thanks," McCoy replied, her tone clearly stating that she didn't want to ever see the flight attendant again and for her to bug off. Maggie walked away, cussing and hissing as a snake. Dr. McCoy laughed softly to herself. She liked to annoy people who she had just meet moments ago. She tried to quiet down as quickly as possible as the couple in front of her looked at her oddly. Their eyes were narrowed and their mouth showing disgust that plainly said the woman should be put into a nut-house. McCoy held one of her fingers to her head and did circle motions in the air. The couple shrugged, agreeing with the lady with the brown cowboy hat. When their backs turned away from her, Kate gave them the finger and stuck out her tongue.
A little girl sat next to her and looked at her weirdly. The girl wore a long t-shirt that said "Girls Rock" and little purple pants. Her shoes lighted up as the girl slapped both her feet together in beat.
"Wha' do ye wan'?" Kate asked, she wanted the conversation to end quickly as possible.
"You have a funny accent," the girl replied.
"So?" Kate said roughly, fully annoyed.
"How come?" the girl asked.
"I didn' eat me vegetable and me IQ is 40," Kate replied simply. She could still see that the girl was curious.
"Your eyes are green and are rimmed with a blood red color," the girl said.
"Really?" Kate said sarcastically.
"Yea!"
"Thanks for noticin'," and Kate looked away. Afterwards, she looked out the small airplane window and down below she saw Malta, Montana. She saw desert and green, the airport, bunch of houses and not far away from the houses she could see the dig. She looked up to see the seatbelt light blink on. She raised her left arm in front of her eyes and looked down at her watch. She had three hours to tour the city before sun down or until she was expected to be at her job. Underneath her, she felt the plane hit the runway and slowly brake to a stop, screeching as it went.
Kate was a full born Irish from somewhere in Ireland. No one knew where she came from because she wouldn't let anybody know. Where she was born was a secret that she kept well hidden in her heart and mind. She had the Irish accent in which for some people thought that was cool in its own way. She usually told those people to piss off as much as possible. She liked to dress in baggy pants and tight, long t-shirts. If fitted her style perfectly well and thought it made her look awesome. She hated wearing nice pretty outfits and proudly told people she was a tomboy and that she was strait for those people who were gay. She was hitting the age of 27 and at her time there was technology that surrounded her that old people technical didn't understand. She used to buy new toys from the electronics store only to make it better but that was in the past and hidden in the darkness of her mind.
Kate did have a problem with her past but a much worse problem still lay in her heart. She hated being Irish. Everything that was Irish ticked her off and made her heat up with anger. She hated her parents, herself for being Irish, and St. Patrick's Day. It was yet not understood why she hated St. Patrick's Day but she told everybody it was because somebody had pinched her for not wearing green.
"Folks, welcome to Malta, Montana,” the captain said and a beep followed after and luckily because again the captain was making comments. These comments were comments that could have had him killed where he was by the passengers. The flight attendants made sure everything and everybody was ready to go. They rushed the people to leave as quickly off the airline as possible so that they may clean up or change shifts with other flight attendants.
Kate stood with the rest of the passengers, ready and eager to exit the airplane. Her legs ached as she moved with the rest of the crowd. She could feel her muscles tighten all over because she has been sitting down to long and was not comfortable with hard seats in which she had to sit in. She couldn't understand why the airplanes could only afford seats that didn't hurt her butt. She didn’t rush to leave—even if she was eager to—because she wanted to annoy the other flight attendants and it was not like anybody will be waiting for her outside in the hot weather of Montana. She was a lonely person, and she preferred that it stayed that way, even if she was dying in her death bed or if she was stuck in the hot Sahara desert.
Look at me, I must look awful, Kate thought as she and the other passengers from the airplane looked shabby and worn out, walking grumpily from the exit compared to the newly coming passengers who were nicely clean and were happy to travel in the plane. She knew that they also will become grumpy once they had reached their destination and gotten off the plane.
Kate walked out and was pushed all around as she walked down a flight of stair and a long hall with many stores open to coffee, rentals, and lodging information. All around her she heard talking, laughter, and shouting. It made her sick to her stomach of the idea that people can actually be happy with their life. She always said to herself there were no such things as happiness in the world and she will never know what it is, even if it danced naked in front of her. Her family never showed her much love throughout her childhood life. They showed her reasons to be scared of them and hate them for a long time, as you can tell even till now.
Look at these happy folks, she thought, when they get home shit will hit the wall. They will leave and their smiles will be grim.
She smiled and felt better as she imagined a family man going home and his shit actually hitting the wall as he walks in and sees his wife making out with somebody else who could be like his brother or finding out his wife was a lesbian. She liked to imagine people with a miserable life, it made her feel better in how she saw her own life and in the bright part at least she was not becoming a serial killer that killed happy people for fun. That was not her style either way.
She walked and went straight out the airports doors to the hot burning sun. Then she smiled again, ironically thinking that because she was a paleontologist she should know more about Malta, Montana than she has read about; many bones were found in Malta.
Kate had wanted to be an archeologist but saw the job too much work for her. She wanted to be lazy and chill around, but still get money so she could be well off with a nice apartment. Yes, that would be the life everybody dreamed of every night as they came home restless from their real job. So, at the University of California at Los Angles, she graduated with a PhD and had become a paleontologist, simple as that. Her dream of being lazy did not last that long for her. She had to go to an evacuation site and help dig for bones. So, here she was at Montana in front of an airport.
The more she thought about this unhappy life of hers she had finally noticed that something was jabbing at her right side, near her ribcage. She thought it might be a bag that a stupid passenger was not paying attention with or a little kid who was being mischief. She pushed the jabbing object away. She was only poked harder on her ribcage again. This time the poking was weird and it felt like it was posed to painfully hurt her. The poking was felt like it was posed to grab her attention.
Now what, she thought.
She looked down and saw a gun, with a silencer at the end of it, and at her ribcage. She did not see a bag in sight or a child unluckily. Before she could say anything, scream at least for help or knock out the gun from the person's hand, she heard the trigger click and felt nothing at first. Then she felt the air knocked out of her body. She even heard her heartbeat inside her brain and ears. She couldn’t breathe even as she tried to push her lungs to release oxygen to her body. Instantly, she put her hands over the wound and felt warm sticky blood seep through her finger. She tried putting pressure on the wound but was only rewarded with more red dripping on the paved sidewalk. Her knees buckled underneath her and she fell in her own pool of blood. She smelled and felt wet blood underneath her shirt as she lay on the ground, struggling to live and pushing her heart to keep on beating. As she lay, she heard all around her screaming and she tried to breathe again but felt and tasted blood come out of her mouth. She then gave up the need to live and blacked out completely in to darkness, choking in her blood and giving away to her last breath. Not far away she hear the ambulance sirens ring in her ears.

“Ma, a man named Keal said I am special,” Kate told her mother happily and eagerly. She was hoping that she would finally be able to have a descent conversation with her mother. Her mother was always worrying about her older brothers who were in the IRA. She understood why her mother should be constantly worried; her damn brothers were hiding most of the IRA in their house and knew that her family's lives were in danger.
She watched her mother continue gardening and looking up to the house, her mother shook her head sadly. Kate felt the sun burn her neck and she looked into the house also. From within the house she heard her brother’s calling her crazy, and their friends were joining in the chant making Kate almost break in tears. She felt her heart break. I must be brave, Keal told me to be brave, no matter what, she thought. She loved her brothers dearly, with all her heart, since they were family.
“Tha’s nice,” her mother said after so many seconds. Kate looked to her mother, hoping she will ask more question or do something at least. There was silence between them and Kate picked up the courage to talk again. She loved her mother but she hated how her mother ignored her constantly. She disliked how her brothers called her crazy and make fun of her constantly also, but she couldn't do anything about that. She was special and everybody knew.
When she had meet Keal, she had been five years old and was already attending school. The teachers feared her and so did the students. Where ever she turned she was called the devil because her green eyes were lined with red. She didn't know how this could be but she knew that she will be marked as an outcast. She was happy after she came home from school and to have meet Keal. He told her why she was an outcast and he told her that her destiny will be hard. He told her that her love will not be found until the right time. She had just laughed at him.
“He said he is goin’ to teach me magic and how to fight,” she told her mother.
“Tha’s nice. Tell yer friend I say hello dear,” her mother replied back to her softly and distant.

Kate woke up and was blinded by light. She felt pain all over and couldn’t move at all. She was paralyzed. She couldn’t breathe and her lungs seized up just at the moment she woke up. She felt dizzy and wanted to die and how much she wanted to die. To just lay where she was and die to end the pain that was taking over her. Even in her mind a little voice kept telling her to give up. She felt herself tremble out of control.
“She is going into shock!” a man shouted.
Kate closed her eyes and didn’t feel anything more. In her mind she heard a voice call out to her. The voice told her to keep on breathing and not to give up. She knew nothing more and blackness engulfed her mind. The voice that told her live sounded far away and the voice that told her to die was louder than ever.