(A/N: If you would like to see how Skye looks like check the link out in my author profile. She's Olivia Hussey and is most famous for playing the 1968 movie version of Romeo and Juliet. Plus she was also in the original Black Christmas movie which Mary Elizabeth Winstead and Crystal Lowe is now doing a remake.)

Things You Have Come to Fear the Most
Chapter 3: Strangled By the Thought

"..Subway 081 has crashed. But how did you know that ahead of time?" Officer Carpenter leaned against the sleek, steal table of the interrogation room. He was just one of the many officers or detectives or whoever sent to give her the same generic question. Though his face looked devoid of any emotion, his eyes burned into Skye's with anger and impatience. Skye had lost track of time after the first four hours. They obviously were skeptical of the truth and Skye had been fed up with them.

"I already told you and the other officers. I had a dream. This dead girl came to me and showed me the subway crash. I tried to stop it. Aren't there are plenty of cases involving psychics and visions? I don't see why you won't believe me !" She said her voice rising.

Officer Carpenter obviously didn't take any crap from anyone. He slammed his fist onto the table making Skye jump a bit.

"Or could this be a terroist plot until you suddenly changed your mind and decided to save everyone from what you planned?"

Terroist Plot? Is that what they think? Something goes wrong and they immediately brand it as a terroist plot. Skye tried to hold her mouth shut. She wanted to get out of there soon and fighting with the cops wouldn't help. The other officers were watching behind a two-way mirror and immediately called Officer Carpenter in to stop his questioning. An older man with a big gut came in. He looked more like a security guard than a police officer.

"It's not a terroist plot. I told you guys. I had...a premoniton...of some sort. I wasn't even sure the subway would crash. But the dream felt so real that I had to at least try to stop it." She said as soon as he walked into the room.

"Yeah. Everyone's working on that. But since there's no tangible proof, they have no choice but to let you go." he said simply.

He opened the heavy door and a bright light of the station hallways shone into the room.To her surprise, it was dark outside. They must have kept her there for more than 8 hours at least...She sat on a bench and buried her face in her hands with relief. She couldn't wait until her dad dropped by to pick her up. An icy chill brushed past her but she shurgged it off. The day was over and that was all that mattered...

The police had given the five of them a ride to the police station where that girl was being kept. If they were to pull the same interrogating sessions that they did to Wendy, then the girl would be kept in there for hours...and Wendy couldn't wait that long to talk to her. But she had no other choice. Laura and Sean were getting restless as they sat outside of the station as hours passed by.

"Wendy, can we please just go? I'm sure that girl already knows how greatful we all are from getting off that subway..Sean and I really just want to go back to the campus." Laura begged.

Wendy didn't want them to leave. She couldn't risk having them left alone for fear something bad might happen to them. She should just tell them...But knowing Laura and Sean, they wouldn't believe her anyway and would be on their way just as fast.

"Wendy. I think you should just let them go back.." Julie squeezed Wendy's shoulder comfortingly and Kevin nodded in approval.

Wendy opened her mouth in protest but Julie leaned in and whispered. "They'll be fine...I think something has to happen to me first..."

Something has to happen to me first...Those words sent another dagger of fear into Wendy's heart and she bowed her head and nodded.

"When the time comes...I won't let anything happen to you..all of you." Wendy vowed in a low whisper.

"We'll stay with Wendy and you guys can call a cab." Kevin said with surprising authority.

Laura and Sean were hesitant at first but Sean went ahead and called a cab from his cellphone.

Kevin sat on Wendy's other side and stroked the back of her head At first Wendy felt a little awkward with the gesuture but later found it soothing and she couldn't help but rest her head on his shoulder.

"The cab will be here in a couple of minutes...are you absolutely sure you want to stay? It's getting pretty late..." Sean looked at Wendy with pleading eyes. He was worried about her. Sean cared for her much more than she thought and it crushed him to see her in this state...especially with some other guy.

"I'm fine! Please just...go...I'll see you guys tomorrow." Wendy sighed.

The cab came fifteen minutes later and Laura and Sean piled inside. The cab sped off and Wendy was relieved that the three of them were left.

"I know that girl who jumped in front of the train...Her name is Skye.." Kevin said, breaking the silence.

Both Julie and Wendy looked over at him, both wondering how he knew her and why he didn't say anything sooner.

Kevin quickly got the hint and explained. "Well I just know her name...I was walking by and this family right in front of me bumps into her and she nearly falls onto the tracks while a subway train was coming in but I reached out and grabbed her."

Wendy nodded and silence hung between them again.

"...What's going to happen to us? I mean if...it's starting again, we'll go into this blindly. We didn't take any pictures on that subway so there are no clues on how we're going to die." Julie said meekly.

"Maybe...the pictures that I took at Grad Night are still the hints..but then again...Laura and Sean..." Wendy's voice trailed off.

Julie made a good point. It was hard enough trying to save eachother the first time and now it would be even harder since there are no pictures to refer to.

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Christopher Blanch pulled up in front of the police station in a beat up red truck. Skye sat in the passenger seat, her arms crossed and eyes staring at the floor. She knew she made a good choice in calling him since he was much more leniant and passive than his ex-wife, Iris. And Skye was relieved of his "no questions asked" attitude at the moment. Her father was a handsome man in his forties and looked like a rockstar. Though he wasn't one, he loved all the music by the greatest rock stars. He was blasting Led Zepplin's Stairway To Heaven as he slowly peeled out.

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Wendy heard a horn honk and looked over on the other side of the station. Skye was gathering her things and Wendy jolted up urgently.

"There! She's leaving! Wait!" Wendy called out and broke into a run with Kevin and Julie running after her. The truck was blasting impossibly loud music and Wendy found it as the perfect distraction. She crouched low behind the truck bed and daringly hopped inside. Kevin and Julie both motioned for her to get out but the truck began to lurch forward and they had no choice but to hop in as well. They tried to lay comfortably, pushing roof shingles and paint cans out of their way.

"This is crazy, Wendy!" Julie said in a hushed whisper as she flattened herself down.

"I know this is crazy. But we need to talk to her." Wendy answered gravely.

Sandwiched between the two, Wendy drew a paint stained sheet over them.

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The two didn't talk until they were in the kitchen of her father's small two bedroom house. It was a typical bachelor pad with barely any furniture except for one big leather couch stuck in the middle of the living room, a stand that held the TV up, and shelves that displayed Christopher's marvelous vinyl record collection

"I got chinese food for you on the table. I'm going to go and hit the sack. I've got work early in the morning...and then maybe you can talk to me about what just happened." he kissed Skye on the top of her head before tossing his car keys onto the kitchen table and his leather jacket on the couch. The door shut behind him and Skye just stood there contemplating whether she wanted to eat or not. Giving in, she took off her coat and sat at the table and ate away at the food.

She finally came across the fortune cookie and cracked it open.

"We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us."

- Charles Bairstow.

Was it common to find quotes in fortune cookies? Skye wondered as she stowed the little piece of paper away in her pocket. As she was clearing her plates, an urgent knock sounded on the door. It was 1:40 in the morning and Skye wondered who it was. She dropped the remaining plate in the sink and strolled over to the door.

It was probably her mother...Skye sucked in her breath in a form of bracing herself from her mother's scolding. She slowly turned the knob and opened the door. To her surprise, it was Wendy, Kevin, and Julie. Their hair was windblown and cheeks and noses red probably from the cold.

"Wendy...What are you guys doing here?" Skye asked. But what she really meant to say was, how the hell did you find me?

"We need to talk- Wait...how do you know my name?" Wendy asked. Her eyes bored deep with words she needed to spill and what Skye just said swiped them clear with confusion.

Skye opened the door wider, motioning for the three of them to come inside and sit.

She paced around the room and told them the entire story. The story came out easily and accurate since she had told it so many times in the police station.

Again, silence hung all around them as they were lost in thought. Unlike Wendy and the others before her, Skye didn't have a vision of herself dying in that crash. She saw the entire vision through Wendy's eyes after seeing her dead body. The rules have changed once again.

"Five months ago..I had a vision of my friends and I dying in a roller coaster crash. I got off the ride, and so did seven other people..Like Kevin and Julie...but afterwards, everyone who got off the ride started to die in the order they would have if they stayed on the ride..and the clues of how everyone was going to die were in photos that I took the night of the accident and the only way to stop it is to intervene...which the person is skipped and death goes to the next person in line...And there are two other cases a couple of years ago where this has happened...and none of them survived." It pained Wendy to re-tell the story but she managed to choke it out anyway. She had thought that the entire thing was far behind her...but then again, five months isn't that long either.

"And all this could just be starting all over again because of your vision. We were supposed to die today on that subway and now death is after us...It's not after you...you didn't have a vision of dying on the subway." Julie explained with a bite of bitterness.

Julie felt like her eyes were about to brim with tears. She wanted to feel grateful that Skye got them off the subway but instead Julie felt guilty and selfish for being jealous of Skye for having a vision and not being apart of death's plan unlike the case with them.. It wasn't fair...it was another one of death's sick jokes.

Kevin's eyes went wide with a sudden discoverey, "Wait a minute. Didn't you say something about having a vision of being pushed over a line and feeling nothing, Skye?"

Skye nodded her head slowly and was scared of what Kevin was about to say. "Yeah..."

"That happened. You nearly got run over by that subway but I intervened. You had a vision of your own death even though it wasn't on the subway we were in...Death is after all of us."

Stay tuned for Next Chapter 4!

They'll be a death soon in the next chapter! But meanwhile please review if you're reading this right now!