The Music Seed

The doomed aircraft continued on, rapidly losing altitude. For now, there was an eerie quiet that floated in the plane. The sounds of rushing air dominated the overall silence in the cabin. Shock had seemed to set in for most aboard the hopeless aircraft. Few people spoke. Many knew the end was near. The sick, empty feeling hung inside the plane like a funeral, their funeral. One hijacker from the back had just come to the cockpit and noticed Co-Pilot Farmer’s hands were almost freed. He quickly tightened the knot again before he returned to the back of the plane. Damn it! Thought Farmer. Captain Blankenship lay unconscious as he was now passed out from loss of blood. The small red pool of blood broadened as the plane made its last turns. The hijackers said nothing. In fact, at this point no one said anything. The F-18s were quickly narrowing the gap, racing closer to their target. “Andrews Air Force Base, this is Nighthawk Flight 4, is suspect traffic approximately 40 miles northwest of Dulles, southeast bound?” Andrews Air Force Base answered, “Affirmative.” “Nighthawk 4, descending to 1,000 feet, heading 320 to intercept.” The F-18s screamed on with deafening roar. “Andrews this is Nighthawk 4, we have suspect traffic at 10 o’clock and 35 miles. We are closing in quickly.” “Roger, Nighthawk 4.” The huge black creature, stepping inside the streaking aircraft from its own created dimension, materialized out of nowhere toward the front of the plane by the cockpit. Its large head, perched on its massive frame, brushed against and partially through the short cabin ceiling of the condemned aircraft as it stood ready to confront its target. The strange black creature knew exactly what it had to do and had little time to do it. It had to find the cause of this particular problem instantly and handle that, something it knew very well how to do; circumstances the creature had absolutely no tolerance for. The timeless creature, armed with innumerable capabilities created eons ago, assessed the current situation. Particle beam technology, propagation of antimatter into targets and advanced electromagnetic pulse weapons were even long ago ancient history for this particular being. But today that would be all it really required. The large creature, sensing a strange aberration of unacceptable vibrations coming from only four humans, turned its large head quickly to one side and then the other and experienced the source; the two hijackers in the rear cabin of the plane and the two in the cockpit. An immediate decision was made to remedy the problem. Though no one would see it, the enormous creature instantly created and expelled from its essence a highly concentrated pulsating low frequency beam. Delivered via a carrier wave a hundred times lower than the human ear can hear, it left the strange creature at the speed of sound. The quivering shock wave fiercely locked onto the two hijackers in the back of the plane like a lion’s jaw and incapacitated them. Instantly near death, they instinctively tried to move one last time but couldn’t. The concentrated beam continued to hold them, frozen in complete agony, making them drop their cheap weapons. The beam created by the creature produces the same effect on a human body as if thousands of volts produced by an electric chair had just grabbed the victim, arching their body upright and forward in excruciating pain, thus leaving the target wasted. Two seconds had now passed. The creature then turned toward the cockpit and hit the two other targeted hijackers flying the plane with another beam of concentrated frequency waves, also rendering them useless. The nearly demised hijackers now found themselves slumped frozen over the controls of the large aircraft with the terrible beam holding them fast, like a stun gun but a hundred times worse. Their unmoving eyes gathered their last visions before they left. The targets have now been incapacitated, the strange creature thought. Yet they have no apparent use anywhere it fatefully decided for them. Then, pausing for a brief moment, seeming to make another rational decision, the creature raised its large right hand, which ejected a blinding flash of controlled violet light hitting only the four hijackers simultaneously. These new beams of light, carrying trillions of years of extremely advanced anti-matter particle beam technology, dislodged and dissipated all spinning atomic and subatomic particles in the hijacker’s bodies. The four hijackers never saw what hit them. Suddenly and instantly vaporized, they no longer existed. No one would ever see them again. Five seconds had now passed. The plane was now flying at only 100 feet and would hit its target in less than six seconds. The creature then moved back away from the cockpit. It paused and looked around the interior of the plane and its occupants for a second as if sizing it up. Then calmly it lifted its large hand once again creating a brilliant flash of green and blue light that now engulfed the entire plane. These final rays of light held a technological secret the best Earth scientists would spend many thousands of years trying to duplicate. The bright flash of light caused the doomed airplane to vanish for a split second. Caught, then released from the temporary quarters of the creatures own dimension, the Boeing 757 jet, with all of its passengers intact, reappeared 85 miles away from where it was a second ago and was now sitting safely on a military runway. “This is Nighthawk 4, lost radar on possible traffic. It must be down! But Andrews, we don’t see any signs of an aircraft going down!” “Roger Nighthawk 4,” Andrew’s replied. “We have lost radar on suspect traffic. We confirm it must have gone down! Wait! We have a hit on Trans 394! What the hell! We have a hit at Quantico! That’s impossible! What the hell is going on here? It couldn’t of…”