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Eli gulped as his entire French class stared at him with wide eyes.
"What are you doing?" Imogen whispered angrily, looking up at him. Mrs. Dawes made her way over to Eli with a worried look in her eyes.
"What's wrong, dear?" she questioned nervously. Eli shook lightly as he looked at all of the concerned faces.
"The train is going to crash! It's-it's going to rock and move by itself and-and we're all going to die!" Eli stuttered, eagerly trying to find the right words to say. The passengers on the train snickered, listening to Eli's idiotic outburst.
"Eli, that isn't funny," Mrs. Dawes snapped, turning to walk away.
"I'm serious! We have to get off now!" Eli screamed, pleading her with his eyes.
"Dammit Goldsworthy just sit down!" Bianca said, her annoyance level blossoming.
"Keep up this charade and you're going to be kicked off," Mrs. Dawes responded through clenched teeth.
"Just listen to me! I saw it!" Eli shouted. Mrs. Dawes narrowed her eyes as the train conductor made her way over to them.
"You saw it?" Mrs. Dawes asked, irritation dripping from her words.
"I swear!" Eli cried. "I'm not making this up; You have to believe me!"
"Hey kid, shut the fuck up!" Owen shouted, causing another rumble of laughter. Eli was on the verge of tears. The fate of the train was deadly, and not a soul would listen.
"Just get him off!" a girl yelled.
"You have to believe me! I saw it! I saw it!" Eli hollered, his face burning with rage.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to remove you from the train," the conductor declared, grabbing Eli by his bicep. Eli wailed as the lady pushed open the doors, throwing him out. "Your ticket will be refunded at the front window."
"Wait!" Imogen called, gathering her and Eli's luggage together. She started for the door, but Bianca grabbed her arm.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"I'm not leaving without him," Imogen said, exiting the train.
"What's going on?" Fiona gasped, turning to Adam. They only heard a tiny bit of the outburst because they were too engulfed in her plans for the trip.
"I'm about to go find out," Adam muttered, slowly making his way out of the train. Drew noticed his brother exiting and instinctively ran out after him.
"Adam get back on that train before they leave without you!" Drew shouted. Adam and Imogen made their way up to Eli as he heaved uncontrollably. Imogen put her hand up to his face, pecking his cheek lightly.
"Baby just breathe," she encouraged. Adam put his hand on Eli's shoulder, hoping he could find some way to calm him down.
"Adam!" Drew shouted again.
"Would you just hold on a sec?" Adam called, looking over his shoulder.
Back on the train, everyone's nerves were a little shaken up. Wesley peered over at Connor and gulped.
"Connor, I'm nervous," Wesley whispered; his glasses touching the tip of his nose.
"Don't be, Wes. You know Eli is a weirdo. He's probably a bigger freak than you are," Connor joked. Wesley frowned and grabbed his stuff.
"Glad to know what you think of me," Wesley said, starting on his way out.
"I was kidding!" Connor yelled after him. Wesley shook him off and exited the train, watching from afar as Eli had a meltdown.
"Oh my god, this is ridiculous," Bianca muttered, running off of the train. She walked up to Eli and scoffed.
"Look at all of this bullshit you're causing! Just cut it out! You're ruining the trip for everyone," Bianca shouted. Mrs. Dawes shook her head and quickly climbed back aboard of the train.
"Well if we're all ready to go..." she started, looking around. Eli cried out loudly, making Wesley cover his ears.
"We have to get them off! It's going to crash and EXPLODE!" he screamed from the outside of the train. The passengers groaned, including Clare.
"I'll be right back, Jake. Let me go try to get Eli to calm down with that stupid explosion story," Clare said swiftly, pushing her way off of the train. She walked over to Eli and tried to soothe him along with others, but nothing was working. All of them were getting pissed off, and just wanted to get back on the train to enjoy their trip.
Just then, the doors of the train closed. Everyone looked toward the doors and gasped. Bianca and Drew immediately started bamming on the doors, getting no luck.
"My shit is on that train!" Bianca screamed, punching the thick glassed window. Her hand instantly started to throb.
"Step away from the doors!" one of the train workers instructed.
"But this is bull!" Drew yelled.
"Now! Or we're calling security for insubordination!" the man yelled again. Bianca and Drew backed away from the train as it slowly pulled away.
"No! No! No!" Eli hollered; Imogen and Adam held him down for restraint. A train station officer came up by Eli and gestured for them to move.
"We received a call of a threat coming from one of you? I'm guessing it's you?" the officer said, picking Eli up from the ground. "Come with me. You're not in trouble."
"No! You have to stop that train!" Eli cried, tears brimming his eyes.
"Eli, just stop already," Imogen said tiredly, rubbing her eyes. Eli's head was spinning and he felt as if he were about to crazy. No one believed him; he was alone.
Seconds later, a crash and screams sounded from a distance; everyone ducking to the ground instructively. As soon as it was safe to look around, everyone ran to the edge near the tracks to investigate.
"Stay here!" the officer yelled as he called for immediate backup.
"I need backup now! I think there's been a crash!" the officer shouted through his walkie as he ran down the tracks.
Tear stricken eyes turned to Eli as she slowly backed away up against the wall.
"Fiona was still on that train," Adam cried, stumbling to the ground.
"Katie! Katie!" Drew screamed as more and more officers ran down the tracks.
Eli's back hit the cold, cemented wall as the cries of his friends rang in his ear. His worst nightmare had come true, and there was nothing he could do to reverse it.
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The seven heartbroken students sat in the sheriffs office at a table waiting to be called in for questioning. They were all drowning in their tears as they hoped and prayed that their loved ones would be okay.
"Let me ask you something Goldsworthy," Drew said shakily as tears trailed his cheeks. "How did you know that train was going to fucking explode?"
Eli sniffed and wiped his tears with the back of his hand, staying silent.
"Yeah, did you plant some kind of bomb?" Bianca spat.
"Can you guys just leave him alone? It's already hard enough," Imogen asked, crying softly.
Eli peeked over at Clare and noticed that her eyes were squeezed shut as she shook lightly. "Clare-
"Don't say anything to me," she whispered angrily. Eli clenched his jaw and looked away. Clare was on the verge of a breakdown as her mind continued to wander to Jake. She just wanted him to be okay; she'd give anything to go back in time and get him off of that train. Seconds later, a detective walked out of the dark interrogation room.
"Elijah Goldsworthy?" the buff man asked. Eli looked up at the man and gulped, standing to his feet. Everyone's eyes were on him as he slowly made his way into the room.
There was a tall woman standing in the corner with a notebook and pen in her hands. She was gorgeous; long dark hair flowing just below her breasts, hazel eyes with long, thick eyelashes and skin as smooth as airbrush. Despite her mind blowing attributes, the look in her eyes made Eli feel as if she were ready to throw questions at him until he cried blood. It made him all the more nervous.
"Take a seat hun," the lady instructed, sitting to the small square table. There was nothing but a tiny lamp circulating light around the darkened room. Eli slowly took a seat across from her as the detective sat next to him.
"Alright son, I'm detective Ramirez and that's detective Wilson," The man said. Eli nodded slowly and avoided eye contact.
"I just want to ask you a few questions about today," detective Wilson said calmly. Eli gulped and looked at her nervously. "It was said that a train attendant filed a complaint about you causing an outburst on the train about a crash and an explosion? Mind telling me a little bit about that?" she asked, looking directly into his fear filled eyes.
"Uh... I had this... this vision or something," Eli said, his mind too weak to process. "It all felt so real."
Detective Wilson scribbled down a few things in her notebook.
"What felt real, exactly?" she questioned. Eli sighed and closed his eyes.
"Everyone was dying left and right... they were falling and," Eli winced, reflecting on his unusual vision. "At the end, the train exploded...killing us all."
Wilson frantically continued to scribble things down as detective Ramirez scoffed beside him. Obviously, this was a good cop/bad cop scenario.
"By killing you all, did you die in your vision as well?" Wilson asked. As Eli opened his mouth to say something, Ramirez cut him off.
"Well this is a bunch of nonsense," he spat, sitting up in his seat. "This kid starts screaming that the train is going to explode and two seconds later it happens? Then, he tells some made up story about a 'vision' and expects us to believe that?"
Eli looked over at the man and glared, his palms growing sweaty.
"It's the truth," he said through clenched teeth.
"Oh, really? Why you? Why out of everyone on that train, you had the vision?" Ramirez asked, mocking him. Truthfully, Eli was asking himself the same thing.
"Do you think I asked for this? Do you think that I asked to be sitting here in front of you explaining about some stupid vision that I had of my friends dying?" Eli asked, angry tears filling his eyes.
"We're just trying to figure out the truth!" the man shouted, slamming his hand on the table. "Over 50 children could be dead by now and the dirt is on your hands."
"It's not my fault! I told them to get off; they didn't listen!" Eli screamed back. He was sure that everyone outside of the room could hear him. Detective Wilson stayed silent and continued to write the words being exchanged in her notebook.
"This whole situation is undeniably questionable! If those reports come back with anything about a bomb or something of that matter, it's your ass," Ramirez warned.
"You have nothing to keep me here," Eli shot back, rising from the table. Ramirez glared up at him and clenched his jaw. With that, Eli exited the room and made his way back to his original seat at the table.
The detectives continued to call the worried teens back for questioning until they were excused to leave. By the end of the night, Imogen and Eli were the only ones still seated at the table. Minutes later, Cece and Bullfrog came running into the sheriff's office.
"Eli!" Cece shouted as Eli quickly rose from his seat and ran into her arms. It was something about her touch that made his emotions pour out. He cried into her shoulder as she smoothed circles in his back.
"Honey, it's alright," she reassured, holding onto her grieving son. Bullfrog patted his back and looked over at Imogen.
"Where are your parents, sweetie?" he asked, concerned. She played with her fingers and looked down.
"My dad is on bed rest and my mom is... well I don't really know, to be honest," Imogen confessed tiredly. She was exhausted from the depressing day that she had, and all she wanted was to be home with her sick father.
"We'll take you home," Bullfrog offered with a light smile. Imogen nodded appreciatively and walked up to the three of them. Eli reluctantly pulled away from his mother and looked into her light brown eyes.
"I'm so scared," he whispered painfully. She nodded sadly and pecked his cheek.
"I know, baby. Let's just get you home," Cece said, calming her son down the best that she could. Honestly, she was scared to death at the news she heard over the phone, but she wouldn't dare to show it. Not now.
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a week later
They were all dead. Every last soul, every last being; dead. It was all over the news, haunting the hearts of those that lost so many that day. There was a memorial being held at the school on one of the rainiest days they ever had.
Eli sat next to a weeping Imogen all dressed in black. He had on the suit that he'd worn to his grandmothers funeral just a year earlier. All of his tears were gone. His face was just a pale expression; his dark green orbs dripping in sorrow. The cries and sniffs were all around him, making him more claustrophobic from the inside.
For some reason, he found himself blaming himself for all of the deaths of those people. None of his friends would talk to him; they were too scared. No one could explain or even begin to understand about the vision Eli had. Eli couldn't even explain it himself.
"Let's bow our heads and take a moment of silence for those who were lost on that train," principal Simpson said. Soft music played in the background as everyone bowed their heads and closed their swollen eyes. Eli couldn't bare it anymore. He was ready for this entire day to be over; he wasn't in the mood to reflect on the memories of that day. He had already tortured himself enough.
Imogen reached over and brushed her hand against Eli's. He intertwined their fingers together and kissed her hand softly. Imogen was the only one who was talking to him since the incident, and he desperately owed his life to her. She was so good to him, and that was a hard role to play with a guy like Eli.
After another twenty minutes of the memorial, everyone rose from their seats to exit the freezing auditorium out into the thundering rain. Imogen lifted her umbrella as her and Eli huddled under it. They watched as everyone ran to their cars, eagerly trying to get out of the pouring rain.
Wesley walked up to the two and wiped his foggy glasses. Eli stared at him confusedly and waited for him to say something.
"Eli? I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for saving my life." Wesley had a facial expression full of pain, and it broke Eli's heart even more. Eli nodded sadly and looked down. He couldn't handle a confrontation like that yet.
Wesley soon walked off slowly, his hair drenching wet. He kept thinking about Connor, and how he'd never be able to make up with him from that stupid fight.
Imogen looked up at Eli and sighed heavily. They made their way over to the car and noticed Drew and Adam entering Audra's car.
"You should go talk to Adam," Imogen encouraged. Eli handed the umbrella to Imogen and slowly made his way over to their car. Just as Adam was about to close the door, Eli stopped it with his foot. Adam looked up and noticed Eli, his heart skipping a few beats. He wasn't expecting to see him and he honestly wasn't sure if he wanted to.
"Hey man," Adam said sadly. Eli nodded once and sighed.
"Do you hate me?" Eli asked after a minute. Adam narrowed his eyes and shook his head.
"Hate you?" he questioned. Eli stuffed his hands in his jacket pocket and shrugged.
"You haven't talk to me since...what happened. I guess I kind of figured that you'd never want to see me again," Eli confessed. Even he thought he was sounding like a sappy.
"I just haven't had the time," Adam admitted. "With everything that's been going on, I needed time to myself."
"I understand," Eli whispered, staring intently at his best friend.
"I'll call you. I promise," Adam reassured, forcing the best smile he could give. Eli returned it and glanced over at Drew and noticed tears streaming down his puffy cheeks.
"We have to go, Adam! Tell your friend you'll talk to him later!" Audra spat. She was always such a bitch; it made Eli's stomach turn.
"I'll be waiting on that call,"Eli said before scurrying off. He walked back over to meet Imogen as she shivered in the cold. Her short sleeved dress that stopped at her knees wasn't doing her frail body any justice.
"How did it go?" she asked. Eli unlocked the car door and opened her door for her. She climbed in as he climbed in the drivers side.
"He said he'd call me," Eli said, starting the car and pulling out of the parking space.
"Well that's good, right?" Imogen asked, trying to brighten up the mood.
"Yeah," Eli responded simply. Imogen turned her head away from him as they drove the short distance to Eli's house. It was a Saturday; the day they were supposed to be returning from the trip...
They both exited from the car and ran into the house, the warm air soothing their chilled bones. Cece rested on the couch as Bullfrog worked on his radio show in the basement. Eli grabbed Imogen's hand as they made their way upstairs.
"I have to show you something," Eli said, guiding her into his room. She followed after him as he took a seat at his computer desk and booted up his laptop. She sat on his knee as he wrapped an arm loosely around her waist.
"What are you going to show me?" Imogen asked curiously. Eli didn't respond as he went to Google Chrome. He clicked on his bookmarked tabs and Imogen huffed. "You're not going to show me some weird porno, are you?"
Eli rolled his eyes and clicked on the first tab on the list. A picture of a crashed plane popped up with heading Crash of Flight 180. There was a sub-heading which read, "Boys premonition of deadly plane crash and the aftermath of it all." Imogen shook her head confusedly and looked back at Eli.
"Why are you showing me this?" she asked shakily. Eli gulped and looked at his computer screen.
"I was so freaked out. I wanted to know what happened to me, so I looked up some things about visions and feelings of disaster and... I found some weird information," Eli said slowly. Imogen didn't want to see this; it was too soon.
"Not now Eli," she said, attempting to get up from his leg. He quickly sat her back down, causing her to gasp.
"You need to hear this," Eli whispered. "This guy... Alex Browning. He was boarding flight 180 with his French class when he had a vision that the plane was going to explode."
Imogen's breathing hitched as she stared at Eli with wide eyes. "Exactly like you?"
Eli nodded and opened his mouth to say more. "Him and six others got off of the plane, and just like his vision, the plane exploded shortly after." Eli could barely keep a calm face as he explained those horrifying details to Imogen. She licked her lips as she became more and more scared by the second.
"Go on," she whispered.
"Everything seemed fine until the guys best friend, who also exited the plane, died in a weird accident," Eli said, scrolling down the page. Imogen read little bits and pieces and shook her head repeatedly. "It was then that every single person that got off of that plane started to die in a bunch of random, unexplainable causes... one by one."
Imogen slowly turned to Eli and flinched. "Everyone?"
Eli nodded slowly and clicked on the next tab in his bookmarks. A picture of a roller coaster with the face of the devil was displayed with a similar heading like the one from the last heading.
"Years later, Wendy and her Senior class went to their GradBash, and a few of them decided to get on this ride. She also had a vision that the ride was going to crash, causing her and seven other people to get off. The roller coaster then crashed," Eli said, his own voice scaring the hell out of him.
Imogen hadn't even noticed that fresh tears brimmed in her eyes as she listened to Eli. "Just like the kids from Alex's story, each and every fucking person died in the same order that they would've died in that incident!"
Imogen quickly rose from Eli's leg as her heart pounded against her chest.
"This is crazy, Eli! You don't seriously believe this crap, do you?" she shot back, wiping her eyes.
"It's right here in front of you! The truth; which is exactly what happened to me!" Eli responded, his anger boiling. Imogen's head was spinning and she needed to lie down.
"Please stop talking about it!" Imogen begged weakly, feeling as if she were about to faint. Eli noticed that she couldn't handle it, so he stood up from his chair and walked over to her.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have scared you with this," He apologized, putting his hand up to her face. She nodded lightly and looked into his eyes. She inched her face close to his and rested her lips above his, letting them linger there.
Eli slowly pulled away after a minute and pulled her into a warm embrace. She sighed into his neck, placing her hands on his back.
"I'll take you home," Eli whispered, causing her to whine internally. She just wanted to stay wrapped up in her boyfriends arms as they lay in the warm sheets watching the rain pelt against the window.
"Okay," she breathed, releasing him from her hold. She walked over and grabbed her bag as they exited Eli's room.
Once they were in Eli's car, Imogen felt a wave of sadness. She knew she'd soon be home alone with her father who was only getting sicker, but she didn't have the courage to ask Eli to stay with her.
They drove past a corner store which read "Party City" with a choo-choo train for the logo. It made Eli's skin crawl as they stopped at the red light. Eli looked over at the oarnge road sign that read West.
He sighed and glanced over at Imogen as she texted Bianca on her phone. He looked away from her and back at the sign and his eyes widened.
The t in West was missing, and the sign only read Wes. Wes? How could that be possible?
For some reason, those three letters gave Eli an uncomfortable jolt at the bottom of his stomach.
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