It was 12:35 p.m., lunch had
been served, drinks had
been served and the jet
liner steadied through mid-
air and the movie came on:
"The Dream of the Dancer." a nice
slight plot of a film featuring a junket
of third rate actors. It was a Miami to
L.A. flight, #654 on a Thursday in
March, almost clear skies, not much
doing. The biggest problem was a
back-up at the restrooms, small lines
forming, but that was standard after
lunch and drinks. The passengers
were an admixture of male and
female, none of them exceptional,
unusual or desperate except for
three: Kikid, Nurmo and Dak. They
had three seats, right, side, middle.
They had been observing the others
and speaking quietly. Then as a
stewardess walked by, Kikid nodded
and Dak jumped up with the length
of wrapping twine which was formed
into a noose. He trailed behind her,
then dropped the twine over her
head and tightened it, held her there.

"Quiet, bitch, or you die!"
Most of the passengers were aware
of the proceedings but they just
stared like cows or they acted as if
they were watching a movie which
had nothing to do with them.
Nurmo and Kikid jumped up. They
were all small young men, dark, thin,
nervous.
"Take her up to the captain and
begin proceedings." Kikid said to
Dak.
The passengers watched as Dak
pushed the stewardess toward the
pilot's compartment. A heavy-set
young man further up the aisle from
Kikid and Nurmo turned on his seat
and said to them. "Listen, you'd better
change your minds about this thing,
this is a very serious thing."

"Listen, man." Kikid said, "you stay
out of this!"
"Yeah, man." said Nurmo, "you stay
the fuck out of this!"
The heavy-set young man, who
might have been a football player,
continued: "I'm just warning you for
your own good."

She had a beautiful
behind, so full and
young, a truly
maddening rump.

"Listen, man I'll give the warnings
around here!" Kikid responded.
"I just want to repeat." continued
the young man. "that...."
"God damn you! What did I tell
you? What the god damn hell did I tell
you?"
Kikid ran up to where the young
man was sitting. The young man saw
him coming and started to rise but he
had to undo his seat belt first. It cost
him. Kikid grabbed him by the collar.
then something flashed in his hand-
it was a metal can opener. He
gouged the pointed end into one of
the young man's eyes and twisted.
The scream of pain almost shook the
aircraft. The young man held both of
his hands to his head where the eye
had been. The eye was on the floor.
Kikid looked down, saw it, stepped on
it with his shoe, crushing it like a snail.
"Now." he said, "you want to keep
your other eye, you keep your fuck-
ing face shut!"
Just then the captain's voice came
on over the intercom: "THIS IS CAP-
TAIN EVANS. I'M SORRY TO INFORM
YOU BUT THIS PLANE HAS BEEN
HIJACKED. WE HAVE NOW CHANGED
COURSE TO HAVANA, CUBA. PLEASE
COOPERATE WITH THE HIJACKERS.
DO NOTHING TO CAUSE HARM TO
YOURSELF OR ANY OF THE OTHER
PASSENGERS. THANK YOU."
"All right." said Kikid, "now I want
everybody to stay in your seats."
"Yeah." said Nurmo, "stay in your
seats."
A stewardess rushed up from the
rear of the jet. She had a first aid kit
and she began administering aid to
the bloodied young man who had
lost his eye.
"Well, well." said Kikid, "we've got
these neat little dolls all over the
place! Nothin' like lots of gash!"
He watched her bending over the
young man. She had a beautiful
behind, so full and young. a truly
maddening rump. He reached out
and grabbed her ass, hard, then let
go. The stewardess straightened up
ugly. Meanwhile, the wounded man
had slumped in his seat, his life blood
dripping into the aisle. Kikid pulled
the girl's face closer to his, smiled at
her: "Baby. you're going to kiss me off.
NOW!"
"I'll die first!" she screamed.
Kikid smiled again. tightened the
twine. The girl stood there, her face
darkening. Kikid tightened the twine
again. The girl's head began to move
down
"That's it, baby! Just a little lower!
There, there....you're gonna like this.
and I'm gonna like this and maybe.
all the people watching are gonna
like this!"
The girl's head was down there.
"NOW GET IT. WHORE. OR SO HELP
ME. I'LL KILL YOU!"
"My God. can't somebody do
something?" an old woman in a rear
seat croaked out.
"Somebody is doing something.
grandma." said Kikid. "and she's
doing real well. just like a pro. just like
a god damned pro! Oh oooooh, shit. I
can't stand it! I love you, you cunt! Oh.
get it. get it ALL! Swallow it. you bitch,
get it all!!"
Then Kikid pulled away. shoved
the stewardess to the floor. said.
"That's the quickest head-job I've
ever had You lick and suck at the
same time and this FREEDOM FIGHT-
ER wishes to thank you.
Then he pointed to the dying man:
"Okay, see if you can patch this
asshole up! He's messing up the floor
with his blood!"
The movie. "The Dream of the
Dancer" ended just then, though it
was doubtful that any had watched it.
Kikid zipped up just as Nurmo return-
ed from the captain's cabin.
"How's it going up there?" Kikid
asked him.
"It's okay. Dak still has the girl.
hostage and we're on course to
Havana"
"Fine." Kikid stated. "as FREEDOM
FIGHTERS our mission is about ac-
complished
"What'll we do now?" asked Nur-
mo.
"Just wait." Kikid answered.
It was 1:43 p.m., approaching the
Gulf of Florida, the stewardess show-
ing great courage in attempting to
stop the flow of blood from the dying
man. It all seemed a matter of
waiting, one way or the other. Kikid
and Nurmo just stood there watching
over the passengers.
"All right, you people. you know
what your captain advised you. Don't
cause any trouble. We have the girl
as hostage up front. You try anything
funny back here, the girl dies." Kikid
told them.

Suddenly a flash of silver light.
leaped into the cabin.
"What the hell was that?" Kikid
asked.
"Geez. I dunno.. Nurmo said
Kikid ran to the window. leaning
across some passengers. "Look!
That's where the flash came from! See
that thing out there?"

Nurmo leaned across and looked
out of the window.
"I see it! Look. it's silver and round.
and glittering!"
"It's a fucking flying saucer" yelled
Kikid.
"Hey, it's gone!"
"Where'd it go?"
They ran to the opposite windows.
There was nothing in sight. They
stood back in the center aisle.
"It's weird." said Kikid. "a flying.
saucer.
"I can feel it right over us!" said
Nurmo. "And I can feel that some-
thing strange is going to happen!"
"I know what it is!" said the old
woman who had spoken before. "it's
God! God has come to save us from

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦
𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘒𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘥
𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦
𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭'𝘴
𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰
𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

being hijacked to Havana!"
Kikid whirled on the old lady and
said. "Grandma, you're full of shit!"
"The Lord has come to save us!" she
screamed.
Then there was a flash of purple
light. a purple light as never seen
upon the earth before. and then
before them appeared a creature.
quite globular, almost all head with
eyes as bright as 500 watt electric
bulbs. Everything about the Thing
was tiny except for the head: tiny
ears, legs. mouth. It must have.
weighed 300 pounds and its skin had.
a metallic texture. How it managed
to stand on its tiny legs was unbeliev-
able. But the total effect the thing
gave off was one of awesome power
and an uninhibited and splendid
intelligence. It stood. consuming the
scene.
"Oh God!" wailed the old woman.
"I had no idea you'd look like this!"
"Quiet, you gooney harridan." the
Thing spoke to her.
After a moment the Thing spoke
and faced Kikid. She had a little girl's
face, freckles, heavy lips, long red-
brown hair.

"Keep your hands off me. you pig!"
"Attend your patient and feel lucky
that's all I might do!" Kikid told her.
"You just hijack your plane. Let me
try to save this man's life!"
She turned back to her job.
Nurmo who was standing behind
Kikid said. "We're not hijackers! We're
FREEDOM FIGHTERS!"
"All the way." said Kikid.
He kept looking at the stewardess'
ass. He had never ever seen an ass
quite that marvelous and he'd seen
and studied many many asses. It just
kept making those movements at
him. He reached over again and
grabbed a cheek of that ass, hard.
The stewardess whirled and faced
Kikid again.
"I am trying to stop the flow of
blood herel Otherwise, this man will
die!"
"Is that right?" Kikid asked.
He pulled the wrapping twine from
his pocket. Just like Dak's. It was
formed into a noose. Then in a swift
motion it was about the stewardess
throat. He tightened it and drew that
little girl's face with all that ass
toward him. He pulled it in close.
then, kissed her viciously. Then he let
her go, looked at her.

"𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱
𝘮𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

"Oh my." he said. "I do believe I'm
getting hard!"
Kikid kept holding the stewardess
close to him by the twine. She looked
good to him, all flushed and fearful.
The other passengers watched. terri-
fied.
"Hey, man." Nurmo objected.
"we're trying to hijack a plane here!
What's all this bullshit with the
broad?"
Kikid turned to Nurmo, still holding
the stewardess with the twine: "Listen.
man. I'm running this show! Now. you
go up front and check on Dak, see that
everything's okay up there!"
Then he looked back at the girl. "I like
you, baby. I like you very much! Now.
you're going to kiss me off! Right in
front of all these nice people here!"
"No." said the girl. "I'll die first!"
"Well, baby." Kidid smiled. "that's
up to you."
Tightening the twine just a bit about
the girl's throat, Kikid reached down
and unzipped his fly. He pulled his
penis out. It hung there. limp and
again.
"Why is this craft headed for
Havana? I inhibit its original course
as LAX. Hmmm.... I see...
The Thing turned toward Kikid and
Nurmo.
"Listen, man." Kikid said. "maybe
we can make a deal?"
"I don't deal," the Thing answered.
And with that. a beam shot out from
one of the Thing's 500 watt eyes.
Kikid slowly began to melt and
then he was gone. left a stink similar
to that of burning rubber.
The Thing turned toward Nurmo.
"Listen. man." said Nurmo. "any-
thing you say! I'm on your side! I'll be
your slave for life! I'll work for six
cents an hour and give half my salary
to charity! What do you say?"
The answer came from the other
500 watt eye as Nurmo slowly melted
down to the smell of burning rubber.
"God, you've saved us!" exclaimed
the old woman. "but there's one more
up front!"
"Shut up, old woman. I know about
up front. I'll take care of that at my
leisure."
"Thank you. God." said the old
woman.
"Thank you. God." said a man.
"Yes, thank you. God." somebody
else said.
Then several voices were heard:
"Thank you. God, thank you. God!"
The Thing turned to the stewardess
who was still working on the dying
man.
"It's no use." the Thing said, "let up.
the young man is going to die. I have
other work for you to do."
The girl let up on the dying man.
She stood up. She had made a valiant
effort and her uniform was blood-
smeared. The passengers watched.
"What work do you want me to
do?" she asked.
"You're going to suck me off!" the
Thing said.
"No! Never!"
"You have no choice. My will is
stronger than yours. You will do it..."
And out of that globular head.
down near the tiny legs, suddenly a
long wiry thin pole-like antenna
sprung out. It was silver yet skin-like. It
quivered and glittered. hung out
there. The stewardess moved toward
it. She lifted the whole apparatus
upwards, then stuck the end of it into
her mouth. Her ears quivered and the
saliva ran down her jaws. She went to
it as the Thing grabbed her hair with
its tiny hands. The jet passed through
a rain cloud. There was momentary
darkness, then light as the Thing said.
"Get it all. You bitch! Get it all!"
It was going to be another of those
flights another late arrival at LAX.

© Frank Silvanski