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Moving to New York - The Wombats
Martin stared up at the flats - no, apartments, he reminded himself, he had to fit in - and smiled. Bags sat next to him, and he finally yawned. Oh, how good it felt to actually be tired. He had used all of his savings to make this move. After all of the flights with MJN Air, he had begun having problems with his sleep.
He didn't really notice it to begin with - a few nights here and there where he would be completely wired the entire night - but then it got worse. He began falling asleep during the day, at odd hours.
So he researched the time-zones and found that New York was lining up with his sleep patterns. He moved.
Christmas just came early for Martin.
I kissed a boy - Cobra Starship
It was a busy nightclub, pumping full of trance, dance, electronica, whatever. It was bright, it was loud and by god, Martin loved it. He sashayed onto the dancefloor, rocking in time with the music, laughing as a girl came up to him. She curled around him, moving their hips together, but Martin wasn't here for that. That was boring, that was normal.
So when he politely broke away, he was delighted to find that another young man had been quietly approaching him during the dance. So they kissed.
And then he saw Douglas in the corner, smirking and raising a glass of orange juice to him.
Shit.
Close to me [Closer mix] - The Cure
He wasn't quite sure how he'd ended up in the closet with Arthur, Douglas, and Carolyn all squished in. In the semi-darkness, Martin blinked and tried to speak, but Douglas clamped a hand over his mouth. There was a horrible stench in the closet, and it was making Martin feel quite sick.
Why didn't he stay in bed this morning?
Footsteps clattered past the closet, and the collective airdot stiffened, trying to be as quiet as possible. And then Martin remembered everything that led up to the closet. They had made a normal landing in Russia, made a normal drop off of goods, and Martin had made a trip into the terminal to collect some things for the trip home. While in there, he had to go to the toilet and discovered a bloody head on the door! Hanging by tangled, knotty hair, it stared blankly back at Martin.
He did the most obvious thing to any person confronted by a head on the door. He screamed and fled. Unfortunately, this attracted the attention of the local mafia, who had just left the head there moments ago...
...and now they'd escaped to a closet, the entirety of MJN being targeted by the mafia.
Frozen Smile - D.N.Angel OST - note, this one is 49 seconds long
Martin gave Douglas a frozen smile, before passing out in pain, inevitably leaving bloodstains on the carpet for Carolyn to complain about. Douglas didn't have time to react to the pure white wings suddenly filling the flight deck.
Ryuu no Shounen - Spirited Away OST
Where was he? Where was the rest of the crew? All he'd done was walk through an arch and they were gone. He screamed slightly as spirit things morphed from the ground, the lights of the abandoned themepark came to life by themselves. Something grabbed him, and he yelped again.
Why, why, why had he agreed to hand delivering some weird package to some weird place?
He felt like he'd been spirited away.
Brand New Day - Ryan Star
Oh god, he couldn't handle it anymore. This was the sixth time he failed his pilot's license. What was he going to do? He'd already blown all of his savings, he was working three jobs at once, wasn't sleeping properly, just had the electricity shut off in his flat. There had to be something...
...oh. He could move. He could get away. A new place would offer a new testing centre. A fresh start, and no-one knowing who he was could work. Now all he needed was some time to save up and then he could get away.
Martin could do it.
Dance of Deception - Kevin MacLeod - again, another short one
Oh god, it was creepy. Everything was freaky about this place - the tower looked darkened, and eep, was that Arthur? No, it was bigger, much bigger - his head was swirling slightly, Douglas looked at him, concerned, but oh god his face was morphing, changing, twisting...
...Martin howled and passed out.
Jolene - White Stripes
That damn snarky bitch. Just as Martin had picked up the confidence to say something to Douglas, she had to swoosh in and ruin everything. She always did this - every cute, nice, or handsome guy Martin had his eye on, his insufferable sister had to steal them. It made Martin want to cry when Douglas smiled with absolute, genuine warmth, and Martin just let himself slump in his seat next to them.
He did cry when he got home - she could have any, any, ANY man in the world and she had to take the one that Martin actually loved. Sure, he'd had crushes, but this was serious. He was embarrassed to admit that he'd fallen for Douglas. Hard.
Hunting for Witches [Crystal Castles remix] - Bloc Party
Fuck, fuck, fuck, he had to run. A gunshot rang over his shoulder, and he ducked, sprawling in the snow in the darkness of the Black Forest, Germany. He could see small flickering lights, hear barking dogs and angry yells, smell the snow. Forcing himself up, he kept running, trying to regulate his breathing. Something wet dripped from his face, and he touched it. It felt thicker than water, and Martin dimly realised that he was bleeding.
It wasn't his fault - he was just a normal person. He didn't mean to set off some of the most superstitious people in the world. Another gunshot sounded, and he flinched. Gertie was somewhere behind him - there was no way he could double back and get in.
Blinding pain shot through his shoulder.
Martin fell, and gasped, bleeding out on the cold, cold snow of the European forest.
Dead Eyes Opened: Reopened - Severed Heads - note, this song goes for nine minutes, hence the sudden boost in length. Also, it continues from the previous one.
Martin's eyes snapped open. As he came to, the blurriness of the ceiling focused. It was cold, white, clinical. He shivered, realising he was on a metal table. A door opened and he went still, fearing it was another one of those crazy villagers, but a girl with her hair tied to the side trotted in. He turned his head towards her.
Her shriek was quite loud, and Martin didn't quite understand why she sprinted away as fast as she did. Where exactly was he? He could hear a storm rumbling outside, and he flinched when the lightning flashed, lighting up the other bodies in the room. The girl came back, sobbing, and clutching the coat of an older woman who carefully approached Martin. Sitting up, Martin swung his legs over the edge of the table and the girl whimpered.
"I-Is this a morgue?" asked Martin, his voice hoarse and dry.
The woman turned pale and flicked open her mobile phone.
"Is this MJN Air? Yes, well, about your captain...no, no, he's sitting up. He's still alive."
Martin looked confused. If he'd been shot, then why wasn't he in hospital? Nothing made sense anymore. He touched the hole in his uniform where the bullet had entered his chest, but the flesh underneath had healed over perfectly. Hysteria set in, and he began to giggle. Then, he felt something in his right hand, and unfolded it to find a bullet.
He was still laughing when Carolyn came to pick him up. Perhaps he was a witch after all.