A/N: I have hit a dry spell of ideas. That is until this idea was born! Seeing I'm in need of inspiration, I sprang up and started to write once I had an idea. BTW, this has nothing to do with my other Horton Hears a Who fanfic, which means Skylar, Victor, Taylor, or Watchers doesn't exist. JoJo is on his freakin' own to fend for himself (sorry, JoJo). (If you have no idea what I'm talking about check out other my story, 'Horton Hears a Who: The Watchers after you read this.) Hope you enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I don't freakin' own Horton Hears a Who or any of there characters including JoJo (sniffles). All I own is my own plot, at the moment.

Ding!

He's gone.

Dong!

He really is gone. My hero.

Ding!

Why the hell did this happen?

Dong!

Blue confetti flew from tops of roofs as a coffin was being carried by men dressed in black out of an old church. The church bells played a sad, slow melody, but were muffled by the crowd's yells and chants.

"We will never forget!"

"Whoville's finest."

"Mayor Ned McDodd!"

Everyone wore black as a tradition but had blue ribbons wrapped around their arms to honor him. Since blue was his favorite color. All of Whoville turned out to see his casket one last time before it was buried into the ground forever. News of his death spread quickly around Whoville, especially since most of them was there when he was killed, murdered, or ,what a lot of Whos say, assassinated. No warnings, just point blank. The images of that fateful day still replay in JoJo's head. He could still hear the sounds as clear as a bell, the images so accurate that it seemed it just happened. The screams of freaked out citizens, the ear-piercing sirens of the police and ambulance, and the ringing of the gunshot kept playing in his head. A shiver went up and down his spine just thinking of that.

No one would know why someone would kill the beloved mayor. The police would blame rebellion groups, but the thing is there aren't any. Since this was the town of 'where nothing goes wrong', the recent events have scared the shit out of everyone. Many suspects have been brought into questioning, but all of them were innocent. So the killer was still out there, blending into the crowd. The whole McDodd family followed the blue float that carried the coffin to the graveyard. This day wasn't just for mourning the death of a loved mayor, but also a celebration of his life. The ground was wet from the recent sprinkle of rain, which the confetti was being mixed into. The rain tied everything together; it made the atmosphere seem sadder than it really was. For 16-year old JoJo, everything felt as if everything was slowing like every second was slower than the other. The falling confetti fell as if was magically put in slow-motion. The cold, chilly wind blew in long, slow intervals. The cheering and crying crowed seemed to slow as well. Everything was also slowly falling apart. He was soon brought back to the small speck by the sound of crying that came from his dad's mom.

JoJo was walking along side his mom, who had a black see-through veil hat and a black dress. She had no idea this day would be this soon, Sally was in shock for a couple of days. He wouldn't blame her, since she stood right next to him when he was shot and Ned did die in her arms. JoJo wondered just how traumatized she was. Many of his family looked down to the ground, they couldn't stand to see the coffin at the moment. But JoJo, Sally, and a couple of the oldest sisters could stop staring at said object, no matter how much they wanted to. People threw flowers, especially blue ones and pink clovers to remember the Horton Incident. Before they knew it, they were nearing the cemetery. JoJo's grandfather placed his hand on the young boy's shoulder, which helped him from shaking from the cold and fear. He was now the man of the house. Just the word, leadership made JoJo nervous. The McDodds quickly went to their seat in the front as everyone else found a seat.

"We are gathered here to bury one of the greatest mayor Whoville has ever seen.", the priest said as everyone was seated. JoJo's eyes never left the coffin, no matter how hard he tried to look away. The words of the priest and the word of his family's were in blurs. Everyone said their goodbyes before the casket were lowered to the ground. The immediate family of Ned grabbed a hand full of dirt and tossed it onto his coffin before two men filled up the rest of the hole. A sad melody played at the back of JoJo's head as he stared at his father's grave. The crowd started to disperse after they gave the family their sympathy before headed home. It was a good twenty minutes until it was just JoJo and his family in the cemetery alone.

"Mom, you guys can go ahead.", JoJo whispered, "I need a little time alone." Sally nodded her head and went home with the rest of the family. Once he left alone, he turned away to the head stone. "Well, dad, I guess this is goodbye. I'll try to do you proud when I take your place. I will always love you. G-goodbye, dad. I-I c-can't wait to see y-you in H-heaven.", he stammered out. Tears started to stream down his cheeks as he tossed a pink clover on his grave. JoJo thought maybe saying goodbye would give him closure, but it didn't seem work. He started to walk away and didn't look back. He dug his hands into his pant's pocket and played with the single penny he had in there. He thought finding a penny on the ground was lucky, but the irony of it was that he found it on the morning of his dad's death. He didn't know why he still had it though. He kept his gaze to the floor and didn't look up until he got closer to his house. In front of his house has a crowd of Whos that just stood there like statues.

"What the-?", he muttered. JoJo ran to his house and saw his whole family that attend the funeral. He looked at their faces to see they had a grave expression on, which made his heart skip a beat as the possiblities swarmed in his head. None of them seem to care as he pushed his way to the front to see what has spooked them. He looked toward his mom and saw her face was the most scared of them all. She had covered her mouth with her hands as if to stop a scream from escaping her lips. All of their eyes was still on the blue door. He looked at the blue door and saw a single note nailed to it. The note looked completely harmless, that is until JoJo tore it off the nail to read it better. His mouth hung open and his hands released the small white piece of paper that could end his life right now. The letter slowly made its way to the ground as time seem to stop to a halt. On the paper was three small, but terrifying words someone could ever receive.

"JoJo is next."

A/N: Ooooohhhhh! Suspense! What will happen next?! Only I know! Ok maybe not. Yay or nay? Please be nice and no flames. It seems that I don't really like Ned since in both of my HHaW fanfic something happens to him..... But he is one of my favorite characters. Until next time! Read and Review! Reviews make the world go round! That and Chocolate! Hmmmm. SUGAR RUSH! Ok enough with my craziness.