It wasn't often that the Delightful Children took risks, surely piloting heavy machinery day in and day out with destructive capabilities was a liability in itself, but the quintet was always careful, each of their machines were crafted to their specifications, they knew how each and every button worked, all the nuances, even down to how each would fare under certain conditions.
So it was purely from taking a risk flying through one or the biggest lightning storms they had ever seen after a failed plot, in an airship that they fully knew couldn't withstand being struck by outward electrical charges, that led them to be overhead a churning ocean, with no land in sight.
Young faces were awash with sweat,white knuckled on ship steering controls, so focused on navigating the storm that they couldn't have seen the tail of lightning lash from the clouds until the very last second, thrown forwards while the hull went dark, crimson warning bells screaming around them, mixing with the dull ache shooting through their heads, having went headfirst into the controls as the ship rocked, rotors coughing thick black smoke into the stormy sky, heading for a nose dive into the churning sea water.
Black blotches melted into a slurry of instinct, the five barely registering their own movements, heaving as a group towards the escape hatch, something hot, wet, sticky bubbling down their faces, their own heartbeats a roar as clammy hands twisted a valve, the dark ocean gaping beneath them as they shook their heads, clutching at each other, and jumped.
Wind howled in their ears like some frantic beast, the waters rushing to greet them, and they struck the splashing waves with enough force to slam the air from their lungs, sucking in saltwater as they bobbed in the current, barely having enough time to paddle backwards as their ship made contact with the dark waters, sinking below the surface, an almighty shriek of a metal panel tearing free as the rest of the aircraft sunk much like a shipwreck, the barely conscious children gripping it like a life preserver, hacking up ocean water, throats burning in agony, patches of blurry vision and dots of crimson muddying together as their heavy eyelids begged for a release from the aching pain throbbing in their foreheads, and they allowed their eyes to slide shut, the thunder and churning ocean gradually falling away as unconsciousness rushed to claim the quintet.
