Chopper Cries Novels & Stories

The pilot explanation was suddenly disrupted by a explosion from the blades of the chopper. "... AHHH!" Anika scream in fear, and close her eyes. "... What's going on you damn omega?" Don shouted at the pilot. "... It's the blades. It looks like it was destroyed by something, so we have to get out of the chopper now before the engine explodes." The omega said, and try to unbutton he's seat belts. "..You useless Omegas. You all can't do anything right!" Don yells, and then kicks chair of the pilot from behind. "AHHHHH!" The pilot shouts as he burst out of the chopper through the front glass cabin, and die instantly.

she said. The choppers were circling the pillar when it suddenly vanished, its great height abruptly waning and dying out with a booming effect and causing a big splash on the waters down below. And that was when it all finally started. The two speedsters watched as something sprang out from the water. At first, it had been unclear until the choppers began to go down in flames one by one; all of them plummeting into the waters. The creatures had then landed atop the sides of the bridge that stuck out above the water and the speedsters could hear them let out roaring noises, signaling that they were not human.

Meanwhile, Chichi was crying. “Christopher! Please just stop!” Chichi pleaded with him inside the bubbles. Mukgu looked at her and knew how it was so hard for Chichi to watch the battle. “Chichi..” Mukgu mumbled while crying because she was seeing Mingchan struggling because of Christopher.

*chirp* *chirp* *chirp* Chirping sounds started to sound from everywhere. The two teenagers quickly looked around and realized that the baby squirrels were the noise makers. Soon after, they; all ten of them, stopped. They had successfully surrounded the three humans. Then, all at the same time: *ROAR* They roared very loudly with one voice and grew into more than double the size of the little girl; only stopping at a height of about six feet five (200cm). "The hell?" The big brother yelled.

They had finally broken through the storm. "Here! We're over here!" Danny yelled, waving his arms with all his might. The chopper slowly descended onto the helipad, its rotors kicking up snow that stung our faces like tiny blades. The side door slid open, and several fully-armed soldiers jumped out. Chloe immediately ran toward them. She smoothed her messy hair and instantly put on her sweet, innocent expression. "Officers, thank God you're here! I'm Chloe, the influencer. I have millions of followers. You have to save me first. I can pay you a lot..."

I lift my body upwards, squeezing into the small and cramped space as the sounds of heavy combat boots fill the vicinity. “Shit, fuck, shit!” I mutter the words, which are now officially my anthem, as I begin to army crawl to the other side. “The roof! He is heading to the roof! Get the chopper!” Chopper? For one person? Are you fucking with me? I reel at the information yelled, briefly forgetting to keep moving forward, when a hand claps tightly around my ankle, yanking me backwards. "Got him!"

This horrific realization plunges my entire spirit into a deep, bottomless despair, and I break down into a flood of pathetic tears. Chika, on the other hand, is absolutely seething over being involuntarily dragged into the middle of my failed plot. My loud, wet sobs only seem to intensify the lethal irritation radiating from his bound frame. In a sudden burst of pure frustration, Chika launches his torso sideways, his hard forehead bumping against my skull with a loud smack as his muffled throat barks, "Shut up!"

“I don’t usually get called that.” “What do people call you?” I asked before I could stop myself. His eyes flicked to mine. “Not much.” It wasn’t flirtation. Not exactly. But it landed in my chest like a stone dropped into deep water, quiet, sinking, rippling. I worked quickly. I aligned the wing as gently as I could, feeling the small bone shift into a more natural position. The bird let out a thin, sharp chirp of pain. Colt’s jaw tightened. His fingers steadied more firmly, not rough, just refusing to let the bird thrash and worsen the break.

That’s when the first whistle cracked the air. A ripple in the sky. Then another. Whup-whup-whup-whup— Blades. Low. Heavy. Lorenzo smirked beneath the hood. We looked up. Black chopper. No insignia. No lights. Silent rotor dampeners. Coming in from the Bosphorus like a goddamned ghost. I clenched my fist. “Break formation!” I barked into comms. “Intercept vector east—NOW!!!.” But the Vipers weren’t just running.

But the pain vanishes under a haze of euphoria as, above me, flame blooms and belatedly, I slap palms over my ears, curling in on myself. The shock wave ricochets over me, making the water curtain shiver and my ear-drums bang. The rush of falling water competes with the glock-glock-glock of falling metal, whirling to destruction, before with a sound that crashes over me, what remains of the chopper meets the ground and... I start to sit up to look, then my brain takes over from my tourist instincts... This isn't the moment to sit up and admire your handiwork... The pressure wave thumps against my chest, drawing out the air, winding me. With an effort, I bang my ribs with a fist, knocking the