Chapter 50 - Kiema

I plunged through the air, tossing and turning every which way but up. The ground was rapidly reaching up to greet me.

"Shit, shit, shit," I screamed it to absolutely no one. No one else had been stupid enough to get kicked off a flying helicopter by a psychopath.

"Calm your mind." The words whispered through my brain.

Great, now I get to go actual crazy. This has been the best worst day ever!

A laugh sounded. "You are not crazy. You are, however, about to die, so I suggest you follow my instructions," the voice called again.

Whoever my strange voice belonged to, he had one of the sexiest accents I'd ever heard.

Something about the voice itself was familiar, but I had no idea what or why.

Pushing that all from my mind, I tried to do my deep breathing exercises.

Failed.

I tried to just breathe like a normal human.

Failed at that, too.

The cold wind blasted my face, making it almost impossible to breathe. It ripped tears from my eyes, and made my nose feel li