Wind can really hurt sometimes

Well if you ask me I hate flying. That’s weird because right now I’m feeling the breeze blowing through my hair as I fly over the Sydney Harbour Bridge. My girlfriend is flying next to me. Mate she’s smoking hot, blonde hair and green eyes. Her name is Elizabeth Ruth.

“What’s going on honey?” said Elizabeth “One second we were standing there on the London Bridge the next we know were at the Sydney Opera House.”

“I don’t fucking know,” I replied.

We are now passing farmers on their tractors, I just hope to god they don’t look up right now.

Suddenly I’m thrown of course by a sudden ball of flames.

“What the fuck was that!!!!!” screamed Elizabeth.

Elizabeth is suddenly blown off course by another fireball.

I’m losing altitude.

I see a person up ahead dressed all in black. They are now getting clearer. I see a face.

Elizabeth is suddenly blown off course by another fireball.

I’m losing altitude.

“Please don’t be him,” I desperately thought, “Please no!!!”

I see his face...