Rudolf was going to do it. Today is the day. The pilot closed the cockpit door, will be gone for a couple. Co pilot Rudolf locked the door from inside. “Flight GW346 en route, 300 nauts, elevation 35 thousand, acknowledge ”, he spoke in his microphone. The other end was sending the reply, when Rudolf pushed the autopilot off and initiated landing manoeuvre. The plane took a jolt and took nose dive, the cloud was clearing away very fast. Captain Wehrman could not go to the men’s room at all. He charged towards the cockpit door. Rudolf must have fallen unconscious, he shouldn’t have left him alone. The door was locked from inside. Captain asked the hostess to give the combination to open the door, which went in vain. The door was securely locked from inside. The whole picture started getting clear. The descent wasn’t any different, with the sunny sky behind, and the dark alps zooming in, little Elvis found it amusing. Wehrman kept on pounding the door, which he believed would open up by some miracle. Rudolf was clear in himself. He was going to take everyone with him, this was something he dreamed of, his eyes weren’t getting any better, the retina was getting weaker everyday. The only option that would be left to him would be to beg, a blind beggar. He had his fate sealed, there was no escape. Since that day he is contemplating his death, how he is going to make it big. He can die in nihilistic paranoia taking everyone with him. This gave him a sense of purpose, all that he will be doing will be a preparation for the eventual. This day has come, he felt like God. He is taking all the God’s children to sleep, keeping aside their pleas and wishes. The descendant of death would not listen to anyone either. Its a part of life. Accept it, Rudolf spoke in himself, as if the pilot can hear him beyond all the screaming and banging. The right wing hit a mountain, and the plane bent sidewards, creating a large cry for life. Wehrman wasn’t losing hope, he tried all his cards, talking into issues, making positive suggestions, asking questions, re-freshing the mindset, none of which worked. It was time, the green mountain were getting dark, the cry of the passengers were getting dampened, that little child was rejoicing the event, maybe he knows he will be going back to where he came from. So did everyone. The impact happened at 450mph in the Alps. There were no survivors among the 150 onboard. Debris that was left for identification was only the flight stabilizers, and a part of the fuselage, burnt beyond recognition.