(Right, I got characters much quicker than expected, (I got 15 in total!) not including Tom. I'll credit you all at the end of the chapter. Right then, let's read on, shall we?

Tom White smiled warmly as he looked at his fiancé shaking her hair from her eyes. Rose Everdeen sat in a wheelchair, from the elevator incident a year before. Tom had also been injured, almost dying from a metal shard to the shoulder. Rose took a deep breath, wiping her eyes. Both were dressed in black, Tom in a black suit with a white shirt and Rose in a black dress. Around them stood a clear graveyard with beautiful worn grey gravestones.

"It's weird, isn't it?" Rose said as Tom pushed her wheelchair down the path. She glanced at a crane working on part of the church, before looking back up at Tom. "It's a place of death, yet so beautiful."

"Things can be... different sometimes, that's for sure." Tom replied, leaning down and kissing Rose on the cheek, causing a slight blush on her cheeks.

"Hey!"

The two turned at the voice to spot Katie Fraser hanging off James King's arm. Katie, while okay from the elevator incident, was now deathly scared of heights from an incident before hand while she was hanging from a flag to her death. James was sporting a fake wooden foot and half a wooden calf though that was hidden by his trouser leg.

"Katie!" Rose replied delightfully as their two old friends came over. "James!" Rose looked to Katie, straight in the eyes. "You finally got together then?"

"Hell yeah we did!" James exclaimed loudly, grasping Tom's hand and shaking it. "How you doing Tom."

"I'm good, James, thanks for asking." Tom replied with a smile.

"When's the wedding you two?" Katie asked.

"Oh, in around four months." Tom said, poking Rose in the cheek. "She insisted on going earlier, just so she..." Tom stopped and looked at Rose with narrowed eyes. She tried to cover up a sob and failed in doing so. A tear slid down her face. "Are you okay?"

Rose nodded. "S-Something in my eye. Come on, let's go see those graves."

The three graves the four went to see were that of Vincent Cold, Lucy Norman and Freya Holiday. Another victim who died was Harry Goldwater, though he was buried closer to his family.

"Do you reckon there's someplace else? For people that die?" Rose asked, looking much paler than before.

"Of course." Tom muttered in Rose's ear. "I'm sure they are living full immortal lives up there. But Rose, are you really okay?"

Rose let out a small sob. "I-I'm sorry Tom, we can't avoid it."

"Wha-"

Tom was cut off by a shout. "WATCH OUT!"

Katie was the first to glance up at a worker who was working the crane on the church. It took a moment to realise it was swinging towards her, but that was cut off as the steel girder crashed into her chest. Ribs broke, splitting the skin and causing blood to splatter over the shocked James and Tom. Rose merely closed her eyes.

"Katie! Katie, fuck, no, no, Katie!" James exclaimed, running over to Katie. In his mourning he missed the sound of creaking.

"James, move out of the way!" Tom yelled, but it was too late.

The crane rod had detached from the top, falling through the air. James looked up with tear-streaked eyes as the metal crushed him into the ground, reducing him to blood and gore.

The rod fell to the side, smashing into the side of the church, reducing rock to rubble. Tom quickly pulled Rose back, as the church caved in. It teetered, and instead of falling inwards the wall of rock fell outwards, straight towards Tom and Rose.

In an act of desperation Tom pushed Rose down the hill in the hope of getting her away from the carnage, although he knew he would die from the rocks. Tom was surprised, though, to find Rose's hand around his own, pulling him forward. Rose let go and her wheelchair spun down the path, with her crying audibly.

The rubble from the church wall just managed to miss his feet. Tom took a deep breath, before suddenly realising something. "Rose!" Tom got to his feet and looked down the path to find a scene of horror for him. Rose's chest had been impaled by three of the spikes from the top of the fence. Tom sprinted down the hill and grabbed Rose. "Rose, please, Rose, are you all right! Please tell me you're all right!"

It was no use. Rose was already dead, and oddly enough it looked like relief on her face.

Tom's cries of misery echoed around the area as the first people started to react from the accident.

XXX

It had been a year since Tom had been saved. Unlike some survivors who tried to prevent death by removing anything deadly from their homes, Tom just lived like he used to not caring if he died or not. Oddly enough, since the church accident, Tom hadn't had any near-death experiences. He had managed to get a job as a phone operator down in New York, as he wanted to get away from the bad memories.

However, the once nervous man had been changed a lot. He drank a lot of whiskey or other alcohol, he smoked, and he was practically digging himself an early grave. The apartment he lived in was dirty and unkempt, a large crack running through a half-working TV. The shower was broken, and he only cleaned himself using the sink.

Tom was a pathetic shell of his former self. Did he care? No, quite simply he didn't.

Lying in his bed at midday, Tom looked up at the ceiling. Wednesday's were his only days off and he generally spent them lying in bed. He lifted his hand up and stared at the ring. It was a simple ring brought for him by Rose. Despite being simple, it meant a lot to Tom. While he wasn't willing to keep hold of all the bad memories, he had kept the ring as a memento to his late finance.

Knock knock knock.

Tom glanced to the door but didn't reply. Perhaps they'll go away, whoever it was.

Knock knock knock.

"Urgh..." Tom groaned and sat up.

Knock...

"All right, I'm coming! Shut the hell up!" Tom quickly pulled on a white shirt and opened the apartment door to come face to face with a tall and menacing figure of a dark-skinned man. He was wearing an obsidian suit complete with a tie, while a hat covered his bald head. "Who are you?"

"Whom indeed..." The man said in a deep tone, walking past Tom and into the apartment. "What a dreary place you have here..."

"Hey, you can't just walk-"

"Do be quiet." The man took off his hat and sat on the couch, leaning back in it. "So, Thomas White. Do you not recognise me?"

Tom couldn't help but feel intimidated and felt slightly nervous. "No, but can you please explain why you are barging into my apartment?"

"What about him?"

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a collection of photos. He placed one on a coffee table. It showed a man with a large wound running through the middle of his face. It was quite clearly a large cut with bits of stringy muscle, though the blood was washed off.

Tom blinked in surprise and horror.

XXX

Harry turned, and suddenly the fan smashed through his face, straight between his eyes. His skull was cleaved open, and blood and muscles splattered against the floor. Harry stumbled backwards, the fan lodged into his face, an eyeball hanging from a string of muscle from the pulp of face. He fell back, hitting the floor; dead before he landed.

XXX

"Harry?" Tom whispered, before glaring at the man. "All right, what is this?"

"What about her? And him?" The man placed more photo's on the table. One was off a hole in a girl's eye, another of some kind of mutilated neck. They all showed various people in states of death. Tom recognised all of them. The last three pictures were of the results of the church accident, with James, Katie and...

"Rose!" Tom stiffened and backed away. "Y-You're that mortician... aren't you? That how you got these photos. What was it...? William? Yeah, William Bludworth! Why are you showing me those? Why did you come here to America? To find me?"

"Yes. To find you." William said with a small smirk. "I am wondering why your picture is not with these pictures. Quite simply, I am wondering why you aren't dead."

"Luck." Tom wiped his forehead and sat down.

"Oh no, luck does not come into this situation. You haven't protected yourself. Even in this apartment I see many dangers. You drink. You smoke. Every other person would have died already. I once knew a woman who sealed herself in an asylum and she still wound up dead. Why are you alive then? It is intriguing."

"I really don't care whether I'm alive or not to be honest. Now get out of my apartment."

"I think not." William said. "I believe you are proof of my theory."

"Theory?"

"Yes. You see I have come to a conclusion that if someone takes the life of another person, they are taken off the list, temporally or permanently."

"What! Are you saying...I killed someone!" Tom exclaimed in horror. "How dare you accuse me of-"

"You did push Miss. Rose, did you not?"

In an act of desperation, Tom pushed Rose down the hill.

Tom opened his mouth, but shut it again. "I... I... you're not saying that..."

"Exactly. I am certain that Rose foresaw the accident at the church. She saw you three die. At the end, she got impaled on the fence and the vision likely ended there."

"No! She would have told us! Would have prevented it!"

"I'm sure she thought of it. I believe that Rose realized that death would hunt you down anyway. She didn't realize that she was going to survive the accident. Rose was going to live. You pushed her in her vision I bet, but you still died. In reality, she saved you once more. As a result of you surviving and combined with you pushing her, Rose was killed. You gave a life to Death and as such you are now living as Rose would have lived. All the evidence points to my theory being correct."

"Why..." Tom shook his head. "Why are you telling me this? Why did you come here? Just to prove to me your theory is correct?"

"Because I know that sometime in the future, another person will see an accident. They will save some people. If both of us explain to them this theory, we can save whoever these survivors are from a premature death. After all, if two people like us believe, then we will not be branded as crazy."

"You said they had to kill though? You'd just be replacing them with others."

"What if those 'others' were on death row? What if they replaced themselves with people who are doomed to die anyway? This way, the amount of accidents on innocent people will decrease. Essentially, we'll be saving innocent lives!"

Tom was thinking hard. "I think... I think I understand. I think... that would work." Tom looked into an amused William's face. "As I won't die for now, then I'll help persuade these people to replace themselves with those on death row."

"Brilliant. It's a matter of waiting for the news of someone saving others. By the way, I'll be living here."

"What?" Tom exclaimed. "You can't."

"No one will know." William set, unbuttoning his jacket and swinging his legs onto the sofa. "Now we wait."

(I do like William. I am going to delve into his character a lot more I think.

Right, so, here are the credits and the list of characters who've been accepted. Also, I've got the 'accident' all planned out.

Jovianne Tablette + Gervais Jean – A Mosaic Masterpiece

Elliot Spikey – Premillenium

Kris Thomas + Zoe Anderson – zackt2010

Dominique Elizabeth + Samuel Jenkins – Death180h

Brandon Bittner – Patts9009

Scott North + Dalton DiLaurentis – CodyOnTheBounce T.V

Jessie Colons + Michelle Johnson – jamesss

Daniel Falcone + Sam Mariano – Angie2282 (Just because Paige survived my other stories doesn't mean these creations will XD)

Christopher Palacios – Pastaluver999

Woah... a lot of you like submitting a pair of characters XD Well, this'll likely be longer as I'm interested in working with the characters.

With that, I'll be updating every four days, and tata for now!