Do-Wah was on the couch, watching Mike beat Cedric at a game of head-to-
head racing on one of 2-T's consoles (funny how they're always thought of 2-
T's consoles). It was early Saturday morning and the sun was highlighting
the side of his face (it's also funny how I always include the time of day
and the sun, hmmm....) – making him temporarily blind in his left eye.
Angela, B.Bop and 2-T were out at Quantum Burgers, hopefully getting a
takeaway. Everything was normal, but then Do-Wah scratched the side of his
neck. No... no everything wasn't normal. A growling rung out and Do-Wah
clutched his stomach in desperation. He was starving. He was worried that
Mike and Cedric were going to shout at him for blowing their concentration
but at that same moment a congratulations beeping emanated from where Mike
and Cedric were standing – Mike's hands in the air in a triumphant pose and
Cedric with his head bowed. Mike had won. No surprises there, Do-Wah
thought. He looked out of the window at the burning sun and his skin
shrivelled. He felt for the talisman under his suit and held it. It made
him comfortable – knowing it was there, but then... he wondered what would
happen if B.Bop or 2-T weren't around at the time... and if it was sunlight...
He walked over to the window and drew the blinds, hastily. What if they got
there too late? Do-Wah shut his eyes as if he was fading away already – as
if the transformation was already taking place. What if he didn't get a
second chance? He'd known since he was little that he was going to die... it
was only until now that he felt the burden of Death upon him, weighing him
down. Death was at his door... Death was coming...
"Guys! Guys, we're back!" Angela called as the trio burst in. Do-Wah turned
from his spot at the window and looked up at his friends in despair. He was
getting weaker and weaker with every passing moment – he could feel the
darkness taking over his soul.
"Do-Wah... Do-Wah, what's up, buddy?" B.Bop asked. He didn't need an answer
when Do-Wah fell to the floor, collapsing in front of them all. The kids
were in fits of panic – what could have been wrong with him? But B.Bop and
2-T knew, and they were at his side in an instant out of worry and fear.
"Do-Wah? Do-Wah..." the voices were at the back of Do-Wah's mind – haunting
him. Was he really Do-Wah? Who was he? Why couldn't he be with his friends?
This was it... Death was finally coming...
"W-what happened?" asked a slightly sleepy, slightly shaky, Do-Wah, whom had just woken up. Faces floated around him – worried and anxious. Most of all were the pale faces of his life-long friends, the 2 Martians holding his hand and the closest of the 5 that were huddled around him. Their eyes were the only things on their face that were their normal shade of colour; apart from that they looked like they'd seen a ghost. They really care... thought Do-Wah, smiling in his mind. But in realty, he felt it in the room that this wasn't the time to smile. Not in front of them, anyway. "You fainted," Cedric told him, pushing in closer. "Are you okay?" The kids were calm now 0 he was fine – but how long would he stay that way? Wondered B.Bop and 2-T, who looked tense. B.Bop gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his best friends hand. He was prepared for it, whatever was going to happen to Do-Wah he was ready for it... "We won't let it happen." B.Bop said sternly, as if he was addressing a child – as if he didn't expect an answer. Do-Wah shook his head. "There's nothing you can do. It's hopeless..." he turned away and sighed. "My days are numbered." "No, Do-Wah – don't give up!" 2-T cried, desperately. The kids had now listened in on most of this conversation and they hadn't the slightest idea about why the Martians were getting so worked up. "Guys, what's going on?" asked Mike. The Martians went still as silent tears trickled down B.Bop and 2-T's faces. The kids weren't prepared for the answer Do-Wah was about to give them. It made them want to burst out crying and hug him tightly. "I'm... I'm going to die." Stammered Do-Wah. The kids gasped. Angela tried to come to terms with it but then started sobbing. "What do you mean?" Mike quizzed. "How? Why?" Do-Wah turned away from his friends and whispered: "I just know..."
"W-what happened?" asked a slightly sleepy, slightly shaky, Do-Wah, whom had just woken up. Faces floated around him – worried and anxious. Most of all were the pale faces of his life-long friends, the 2 Martians holding his hand and the closest of the 5 that were huddled around him. Their eyes were the only things on their face that were their normal shade of colour; apart from that they looked like they'd seen a ghost. They really care... thought Do-Wah, smiling in his mind. But in realty, he felt it in the room that this wasn't the time to smile. Not in front of them, anyway. "You fainted," Cedric told him, pushing in closer. "Are you okay?" The kids were calm now 0 he was fine – but how long would he stay that way? Wondered B.Bop and 2-T, who looked tense. B.Bop gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his best friends hand. He was prepared for it, whatever was going to happen to Do-Wah he was ready for it... "We won't let it happen." B.Bop said sternly, as if he was addressing a child – as if he didn't expect an answer. Do-Wah shook his head. "There's nothing you can do. It's hopeless..." he turned away and sighed. "My days are numbered." "No, Do-Wah – don't give up!" 2-T cried, desperately. The kids had now listened in on most of this conversation and they hadn't the slightest idea about why the Martians were getting so worked up. "Guys, what's going on?" asked Mike. The Martians went still as silent tears trickled down B.Bop and 2-T's faces. The kids weren't prepared for the answer Do-Wah was about to give them. It made them want to burst out crying and hug him tightly. "I'm... I'm going to die." Stammered Do-Wah. The kids gasped. Angela tried to come to terms with it but then started sobbing. "What do you mean?" Mike quizzed. "How? Why?" Do-Wah turned away from his friends and whispered: "I just know..."