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Story #7: Death by Rollercoaster
“Come on, Nick,” my friend said. “It’s not like riding in the front seat of the rollercoaster is going to kill you.” I looked over at the ride, looking at all its loops and sharp turns, paranoid with all the possibilities that could go wrong: we could fly off the track, the seat coming undone and I flying out, or one of my arms or legs could get stuck in something and get ripped off. “I know what you are thinking, man, but roller coasters are one-hundred percent safe, I promise.”
“And if I die?” I asked him.
“I’ll make sure I die with you.” He traced a cross on his chest and said, “I cross my heart.”
“Fine,” I said. I sighed and followed him into the line that lead to the front row, and about an hour later we were next. I stared at the cart and gulped. It was guaranteed to be safe, but I knew that all that kept me from falling about was a buckle and air. If he air tank sprang a leak, and the buckle snapped, it was bye-bye Nick, but I knew my fate was sealed as I sat down and strapped inn. I shut my eyes, and waited for whatever was going to happen.
It started out smooth and slow, stayed that way till we got to the top. I had finally plucked up the courage to open my eyes, and what I saw caught my breath. We were right on top of a near vertical drop, the ground a hundred feet beneath me. I felt my heart sink, but suddenly it was forced up to my throat as gravity took in. We were flying towards the ground, and I closed my eyes, expecting us to crash, but when we leveled out everything was okay. My head bashed against the side of the seat as we took a sharp twist, and then plunge into the ground.
As the ride continued I felt my paranoia disappear, and excitement rise in its place. Endorphins coursed through my system, filling me with exhilaration. Soon my body even began to move with the ride, keeping me from bouncing around.
As we round the next turn, the ride jerked suddenly to a stop and I felt something smash into my abdomen. Sticking out of my stomach from a parallel track was a four inch piece of cylindrical metal. Still high from the endorphins, I could barely feel the pain. I looked over at my friend whose eyes were wide with terror as he saw the thing sticking out of my gut. I coughed up blood, and watched the world begin to fade. My only satisfaction was what my friend said before we got on.
“Don’t forget your promise,” I said before the darkness consumed me. And just as everything went dark, I heard the screech of tearing metal, and felt us plunge towards the ground.
Story #8: Death by Skydiving
Sam stared out the plane door, and looked down at the ground a mile below. Though this was not her first time skydiving, it still freaked her out every time. The simple thought of throwing herself out of a perfectly good airplane made her body rebel, but the adrenaline rush was her cocaine. She looked up at the red light above the door, wishing it would turn green before she lost her nerve.
Suddenly, the plane was hit by turbulence, and she could no longer feel the plane’s floor under her feet. She was falling upside down, and couldn’t right herself. Her blood was pumping and she could feel the adrenaline high take over, panic disappearing. Her mind was clear again and she knew what to do.
She spread her arms and legs out wide, trying to create as much surface area as she could, and quickly righted herself. The ground was quickly rushing up below her, and she knew she would only have a couple of seconds left to pull the parachute so she could land safely. Without hesitation she reached over, grabbed the release, and pulled it: nothing happening. Quickly, she went for the emergency chute on her waist, and pulled that one too: still nothing.
She looked down, and knew by instinct that she had passed the safety zone. Now, whether or not she could deploy the parachute, she could die. Ground continued to rush up at her, and she realized she was over a small town, and not an airfield as planned. Directly below her was the town’s city hall, with its pointed flag pole, aiming right at her. She closed here eyes, and waited for her fate.
Her body would later be removed by the town’s fireman. An investigation would figure out that her parachutes did not deploy because the pack was sewn shut by an unknown person.
