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Hack-Jacked – Horror Flash Fiction

February 3, 2016

Hack jacked – how an airplane’s computer system is hacked by a serial killer on the plane
Prompt suggestion from Bob Vince via Facebook


 

Hack-Jacked

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for traveling American Airlines. We have now reached a cruising altitude of 36,000 feet. We will be arriving in LA in about six hours. Wifi service is available for all of your devices. Enjoy your flight.

Lucas listened to the soft voice of the flight attendant as he pulled out his laptop. He would get a lot accomplished on the flight, but he didn’t need six hours. He began punching in computer codes.

Across the aisle, a small child whimpered. Lucas glanced over at her, a sly smile creased across his face. He could tolerate that for a little while.

He went back to his work.

Five minutes later, a couple a few seats ahead of him began a heated argument. He looked up from his laptop. If only they knew how short life was, he thought, they would be hugging one another instead.

He went back to work.

The plane jolted. The small girl screamed. Lucas watched her for a moment.

We are experiencing some turbulence, Ladies and Gentlemen. No need to be alarmed.

Right, Lucas thought as he continued typing, turbulence. Just turbulence, ladies and gentlemen.

A half an hour later, the plane was still jolting and shaking. People all around Lucas were panicking. He heard women weeping, men cursing, children crying. He continued typing in codes.

Well into the next hour, the lights in the plane began flickering. The shaking had only intensified and by now, everyone on the plane but Lucas were in sheer terror. One of the flight attendants was busy running up and down the aisle trying to calm down the passengers. Another attendant came through with a cart offering beverages. Lucas accepted a bottled water and watched the third attendant as she kept conferencing with the pilot. Lucas sipped his water for a moment and then went back to entering codes into his laptop.

By now, they were somewhere in the middle of the Midwest. Conditions on the plane were deteriorating. One of the engines blew, making a loud pop and hissing noise. People were screaming at the flight attendants. One man kept grabbing at his chest. A woman near the front of the plane was hyperventilating. An attendant brought her a paper bag and kept repeating the same words over and over again, just breathe slowly. The pilot assured everyone that it was merely a malfunction and the plane would be fine with just one engine. Lucas laughed lightly to himself but kept working with the codes.

As soon as they hit the Rockies, the plane began losing altitude. Everyone bolted forward in their seats. Two of the flight attendants lost their footing and fell. The third attendant was screaming at the pilot through the intercom. Pandemonium struck the entire plane as people began screaming and crying, offering up prayers to God, and clutching at their children.

The plane was falling at a quickened pace. The pilot had lost all control over the system’s panel.

One of the attendants began reading the safety rules in between her own tears. People were instructed to put on their seat belts as oxygen masks fell in front of them.

Lucas closed his laptop and smiled. This was his biggest kill yet. It didn’t matter that this time he too would die. He was prepared for that. He closed his eyes and listened to the screams all around him and slowly breathed in the chaos as the plane smashed into the mountainside.

Β©February 2016 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved.

(582 words)

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7 Comments
  1. I’m shocked you’ve never been on a plane. The pacing is spot on. I enjoy that you go for the jugular. It reminds me of the story about a pilot, assistant, is that what they’re called? Anyway, he was young, 30’s. He locked the pilot out of the cockpit and flew the plane into a mountain side. Friends and family say he had been depressed and was not on his meds. You’ve really captured the sense of that as the killer enjoys the screams. I think that’s right, people in pain often only find relief in causing others pain…Well done.

    • Thank you, Amy πŸ™‚ I am glad to know that I was able to capture the feel of being on a crashing plane or plane period since I’ve never been on one. I am also glad you enjoyed my sinister serial killer πŸ™‚ Your story of the assistant pilot is in itself quite scary!

  2. Ka-blammo!! Very dark πŸ™‚

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