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Agitation quickly grew among the plane passengers. They started to ask each other what was happening, wondering what they should have been doing. They rapidly got worried - they had no idea what was going on inside the stall, which held what possibly could have been their worst nightmare. Little did they know, Eric did not know what to do either; he had already pushed Diane aside to make sure she was not in the way of a potential attack, and had already shifted his ears into his dragon pair. No sound was made anywhere near him, since the passengers had all gone to the extreme sides of the plane; however, he also knew there was not much space to hide outside of the stall, allowing them numerous opportunities to do whatever they were planning to do. He was certain there were at least two TFRs in the plane, - out of the 50 he had counted - but it could have easily been holding up to 100 people, meaning that there would be, statistically, up to 16 TFRs waiting to strike. He had absolutely no use for Diane either, because there was no weapon or object she could have used to fight with. Ultimately, he ordered her to stay put, which led her to believe she had caused too much trouble.

"Eric, I'm sorry", she excused herself with a voice filled with guilt.

"Look, it's not your fault. I shouldn't of have done what I did. I should have left you alone and made you go back to your seat. Instead, I triggered a textbook example demonstrating why you should not be with me. It's much too dangerous. For instance, who knows what they could be planning out there right now? They have knifes from the meals, and other stuff from the terrorism emergency kits. No matter what we do, we will get hurt, and that's why you're staying here."

"Wait! What if they come for me?"

"They won't. I won't let them."

He looked around the bathroom for anything he could use. There was a sink, as well as a soap and paper towel dispenser. The towels seemed to be double-quilted, and the soap was made of a thick liquid - this gave Eric a sudden idea. He crouched down and grabbed around ten sheets of paper towels, before rolling them into little balls. Subsequently, he took a dab of soap and rubbed it briefly onto each of them, rendering them moist; it resembled a spitball, but about 10 times larger. Looking up, he saw a fire detector which emitted jets of water to douse flames. At that moment, yet another idea popped into his head. Diane was not catching on.

"What are you doing?", she queried quietly.

Eric turned around to face her, while shifting his eyes into his dragon pair, followed by his snout and claws. "You'll see..." He rose, with his paper balls in hand, listening for any noise. "Don't move, and stand back." He kicked the stall door open, allowing the sound to echo across the plane, and waited. No other noise was made. He knew everyone had heard it, just as much as he knew everyone was ready for him. What he did not know, was what they were planning. Diane prepared for the worst, and hid around the side of the toilet. It did not make her feel very secure, but it was the best she could do to stay out of harm's way. He did not dare peek out of the door's frame, which would risk giving a nearby enemy a chance to attack. Finally, he heard something come from the left side of the stall. It sounded like a heavily muffled cough, which did not catch Eric off guard for very long, but enabled him to confirm the passengers were indeed waiting for his first move.

Several minutes passed, and people obviously grew tired, but did not flinch. Eric had accumulated the required time to silently shift the remainder of his body into his mid-form, in case it would be needed. Suddenly, he heard the stall door creak. It was a very tiny creak, which made Eric doubt whether it was significantly dangerous or not. He found their heroism very idiotic; of course, he knew they would succeed in injuring him in some shape or form, but he would definitely have been able to kill a few people as well. Why they could not accept he was much too powerful for them was beyond his own comprehension, but he knew he would not be able to ponder about it much longer - there was another movement. The door creaked again, however, this time it was much louder. Someone was trying to get past it in order to attempt some sort of a sneak attack on Eric, but this was a big error on their part. While the door continued to swing in Eric's direction, his internal adrenaline levels bubbled. He knew what he had to do. He kicked the door as hard as he could, which fortunately hit the man on the other side dead on. The severity of the impact was so great, that he tumbled onto the ground, which seemed to have officially begun the fight. In light of this, a leopard TFR lunged at him from the left side of the stall door, where there was immense space for him to execute such a move. Eric instinctively blew a large fireball in front of him, attaining the assailant point blank, and burning him severely.

He then sprung the first of his two plans into action; he held one of the paper balls in his hand and blew a small stream of fire onto it, which slowly but surely ignited it into a fire ball. Eric's intuition had surprisingly paid off. With two flaming spheres in the middle of his right palm, he quickly peeked out the door frame and threw one on each side. The left went straight where he wanted it, - in the middle of the corridor - which ignited the carpet in no time. In his view, it was a stupid design flaw, but it worked in his favor. The right-side fire ball, however, did not go where he wanted, and as a result, bounced off of one of the numerous plastic-based seats, hitting one of the walls, and extinguishing itself out. On the other hand, the left ball managed to engulf the whole "B" compartment, rendering roughly half of the plane inaccessible. Screams erupted as they hurried to compartment "A", shutting every door in order to halt the spread. The fire-extinguishing sprinklers doused the area shortly after that, but fortunately for Eric, the crowd did not notice.

He had a few more fire balls left to throw, but he knew it would have been wise to save them for later. Instead, he quickly took his next plan into action when he noticed another TFR - a dog, which he thought to be a German shepherd - in his full form, rushing in order to try and attack him. Eric quickly shot another flame; however, it was not aimed toward the dog, but toward the fire-extinguishing sprinkler, activating yet another shower of rain across the whole "C" compartment. This did not stop the dog from charging, however. Eric did not expect it to. Once it got close enough, Eric landed a kick in its jaw, which slowed him down, but did not destroy its perseverance completely. The German shepherd quickly recovered from the attack, allowing him to lunge onto Eric, who could not sustain the impact, and dropped his deteriorating paper balls. With the TFR atop of him, trying to inflict damage onto his snout, the dragon tried to take over, thus sparking yet another internal fight.

"No! I'm doing this alone! You almost killed me the last time!"

"Us... Killed us..."

The response surprised Eric. "Us?", he thought, knowing the dragon would obviously hear it. He never considered it to want to collaborate, only that it simply wanted to take over. He thought about it quickly, and hesitated, but he knew he had no other choice - three other TFRs were beginning to take advantage of the situation by heading straight towards him. In light of this, only three actual seconds after the dog jumped him, Eric allowed himself to enter berserk mode. The dragon's eyes began to glow once again, representing the fury and hatred struggling to release itself.

The dog continued to bite and maul at Eric, but all it took for the dragon to take control of the situation was to exhale from its nose. A large puff of smoke escaped and impaired the German shepherd's vision, allowing the dragon to pick it up by the back leg, and successfully throwing him with great force at the oncoming mob of TFRs. It hit one, - a hyena - but the wolf and tiger TFRs dodged it and continued running with increased speed, both of whom wielding knives. It would have been impossible to stop both. Once they got close enough, the dragon let out a growl of frustration and knocked the wolf in the head, while receiving a slash of the tiger's knife. The resulting cut, which was located near the front of the dragon's chest, did not hurt as much because of its plate's protection, but was still very visible. Before the tiger managed to inflict more damage, the dragon grabbed it by the arm and twisted it. A pop quickly became audible from the newly dislocated shoulder, giving the dragon a chance to continue its counter-attack by slamming its knee into the tiger's abdomen, which made him fall to the ground, gasping for air.

Once again, however, the dragon was caught off guard by the wolf he had hit earlier, who socked him a revenge-fueled hit from the side, sending him into the wall. The wolf came for him, blade up to his waist, ready to attempt a slash to the red specimen's face, but not a moment too soon, the dragon backed off from the attempt, performing a 180° spin, and issued a tail whip. This sent the wolf stumbling backwards, and tripping onto the tiger, who continued to slowly gasp for air. Subsequently, in what seemed to have been a never-ending wave of assailants, the hyena - who has hit by the German shepherd - got up, and was soon joined by a bear TFR, who had mustered up the courage to face the dragon.

The hyena did not have a weapon, so the dragon needed to face hand-to-hand combat. He threw the first, which was surprisingly caught by the hyena. In return, the TFR used its other hand to issue a blow to the dragon's knife wound. It did not hurt him very much; however, the punch was much more effective than it would normally have been. He ignored the pain and concentrated on the hyena's next move, which was a kick to the side. He easily caught this, and then rotated it, forcing the hyena to lose balance and flip to the ground. At this point, Eric secretly noticed the bear TFR at the end of the room, who seemed to have hesitated participating to the fight after all.

Water was still pouring in both the "B" and "C" compartments of the plane, causing the battleground to turn oily. This is the reason the hyena was able to turn and effectuate a kick from the ground, tripping the dragon and sending him to the damp carpet as well. However, as the hyena quickly got up and went attempted a dive to claw at the dragon's face, the former lifted its tail and, like a spear, allowed it to pierce right through his chest. The hyena's eyes grew in realization of the pain, but the dragon removed its appendage, allowing blood to flow out of the wound, removing not only the pain, but his life as well. Eric - and the dragon - watched the scene in amazement. "Yet another death...", Eric sighed.

The bear TFR glanced toward the lifeless body from across the room with a blank expression. When the dragon got up after picking two of the paper balls up, shooting him a glance back, the bear began to sweat in terror through the water pouring down his fur from the sprinklers above. With its blindingly glowing eyes, the dragon began to walk towards the bear, forcing him to back up. But, before he was able to back into the "D" compartment, the dragon used its wings as a speed boost, in order to fly directly into the TFR. Both were thrown to the floor, the bear at the bottom, staring straight into the terrifying eyes, while cowering under his brown coat.

"What's the matter?", the dragon questioned, in a low, but particularly intimidating voice. "Scared?"

This small encounter was once again interrupted by the wolf he had tripped earlier, who sprung from the floor and punched the dragon into the back of its head. This sent him into the nearby wall, with one of his back's spikes piercing through it into the bathroom on the side - he was stuck. The wolf noticed this, and laughed with pleasure.

"Well, well", he mocked. "Looks like you're going to stick around a little longer than we thought after all!"

The dragon persistently tried to break free of the wall, however nothing seemed to work. The wolf approached closer, but Eric heard a ring of some sort. The dragon looked around, and saw what people would normally hate to see during a plane flight - the seat belt indicator. Air turbulence began to disrupt the plane's balance, and for a reason unknown to Eric, it got very bad. Everything began to shake, including the wolf TFR, who had to grab onto a nearby seat in order to keep himself from falling. In Eric's view, it was the best luck he had had all day. The dragon squirmed to cut a bigger hole in the wall, until ultimately, he broke free from captivity. He tried to crawl towards the "E" compartment of the plane, which was around 15 meters away, but he knew he would not be alone. Not only had the cowardly bear TFR run there, but half of the plane's occupants did as well.

He looked back at the wolf, who struggled to stay up on his feet, but ultimately began to take the same approach the dragon was taking. About two-thirds of the way, the dragon looked back and noticed the wolf picking up the knife which the bear TFR had dropped earlier. He was much more nimble on his four legs, and was beginning to catch up to the dragon, who desperately tried to reach his destination, in order to commence his final plan. Finally, the turbulence seemed to have come to a stop. They both rose and rushed to their goal, with the dragon being the fortunate winner. As a counter measure, he pulled out a paper ball, turned around, and held it up for the wolf, which had stopped around five feet away, cautiously anticipating his adversary's next move.

"Don't move", the dragon ordered, in a calm, but threatening tone. "Make one more step, and I burn this whole section of the plane down, along with everybody in it. You wouldn't want to be the sole cause of the death of about 50 people, would you?"

The wolf took this into deep consideration. As much as he would have liked to be the one to attempt to slaughter the dragon who had been on the world's wanted list for several days, he knew he could not have risked other passenger's lives. In light of this thought, the wolf backed off, dropping his knife on the floor, letting a frustrated growl escape his throat. The dragon replied with a small smirk, mocking his choice of action.

"That's what I thought."

Walking backwards, the dragon made its way through the "E" section of the plane. The passengers stared at it with fear - each one cowered behind a plane seat, crouching down in order not to be seen by it. Suddenly, one of the bystander TFRs grew tired and tried to attack him from the right-hand side. This was quickly noticed by the dragon, who launched a booming roar in defense, which strangely enough, was the only action needed to back him off. The dragon ceased his movements, frowning, while looking at the small crowd. Only seven feet from the supply room at the back of the plane, the dragon held up the ball of paper once again, and spoke, while pointing to his most recent attacker.

"You can thank your little friend over here for my next trick." He then spat a jet of flame onto the ball, igniting it, and he threw it into compartment "D". The wolf, who was still watching with fury, ran for the fire ball and tried to extinguish it, however the dragon brought up his second hand, revealing its final ball of paper, reminding the TFR of the death threat. The wolf backed off once again, allowing the blaze to engulf the whole section, barring them from their sole escape route. In succession, the dragon made its way to the door leading to the supply room, opening and shutting it behind him, leaving the other travelers to cope for themselves. However, Eric realized something, and immediately attempted to take control of his body once more.

"No!", he yelled to his other side. "Wait! Diane is still in the bathroom! They'll capture and question her! They'll do whatever they're doing to Matt to her!"

The dragon struggled to stay in control. "No, we are not going back for her. We made it here, so we keep going." But Eric persisted.

"No! We're going back for her now!"

Eric knew he had already lost a very close friend by allowing his berserk mode to run away, and he was not going to let it happen again. It was a fierce mental struggle; the dragon dominated everything, but Eric's will to save a life he loved triumphed. Slowly, Eric successfully felt his legs come back under his control, as well as his tail and his hands. Ultimately, the dragon gave in altogether and allowed Eric to regain control. Satisfied, Eric turned around in fury and tried to open the door, however, it did not budge.

"What?!", he yelled aloud, clearly frantic. "Open the god damn door!"

He soon received an "extensive" reply from the defeated dragon. "Read the sign, idiot."

Eric complied, and looked above the door; indeed, a sign was hung there, reading "DOOR ONLY OPENS FROM INSIDE". "Damn!", he swore. "I'll never make it to her now!" He slammed the door with his claw, turned around to face the enormous amount of supply crates in the room, and slid down against the door in defeat. He had let her down. He promised her she would not be a victim to the world's fury, but he had failed her completely. Suddenly, he felt something. Everything was going down. Eric did not understand. He looked at his watch; 9:45. It had only been an hour since his departure, so he could not have possibly been in New York yet. Finally, he remembered there were dozens of airports around the area - the pilot had probably been cleared for an emergency landing. He knew he could not be in the plane if that were to happen.

He searched frantically for a way out. Lifting himself up, he looked around, and noticed the emergency exit at the far end of the cargo room. Once he flew over the boxes, he opened the door to the tiny room leading to the Airstair, pushing the big red button in front of him, and watched the wall in front of him fold backwards and extend into the air.

He turned toward the boxes behind him, before looking down, and jumping into the void of the blue sky.