Immortal

AN: By popular demand I will write a second chapter. This chapter though is in normal POV.

Chapter 2: Reactions

Naomi's POV-

I was making breakfast. Jordan and Sara were sitting at the table. I put the pancakes on the table. I looked out the window again. My anger was growing to the point where no one should even try to make me angry. Rachel had not come home! She had promised that she would try. She had promise to stop. We had a hold conversation about this. She said after last night she would change. Okay she said no problem, but that still counts as a promise.

The phone started to rang. I picked up the phone expecting it to be Rachel. "Hello, this is Max Killen from Saint Magi morgue. Is this Ms. Naomi Berensen?"

"Yes," I answered still in my anger that I almost didn't catch the fact that he had said morgue. "How can I help you?"

"I need you to come to identify bodies." I was almost too shocked to speak. "Hello? Are you still there?"

"Yes, sorry. I'll be there as soon as possible." I hung up the phone. I hoped they had just made a mistake in calling me, but I knew they didn't. I knew there was only one person they would want me to identify. "Jordan, can you watch Sara for a bit."

"Yes mom," Jordan answered and I was out the door before Jordan could even asked me why.

I got into my car and drove. I knew where Saint Magi morgue was. I walked inside and found one guy in the morgue. Well one living guy. "I believe you called me. I'm Naomi Berensen."

The guy looked at me. He wasn't that old. Pretty new to the job probably. Most likely still in his 20s and was upset over the fact he had to work on a weekend. "Yep," this guy said with a smile. Probably that I got here so fast. "I'm Max. Come on this way."

I was lead to the back. He pulled out four of those beds in the wall. I never knew if they had a special name or anything. There were white blankets over the bodies and Max pulled the blankets enough so I could see all four faces.

My heart probably stopped for a minute. I could almost swear I was dead, but I was still standing there alive. I was alive and on the table was Rachel. I knew it was her right away. Her body was a bit burnt and part of her hair was burnt off. There was a huge wound on the top of her head, but it was Rachel.

My oldest daughter was dead and I was standing here living. I didn't hear Max talking to me. All my anger from before had suddenly disappeared. I was sad. I basically threw myself on the body. I took it into my arms and cried on top of Rachel hair.

Rachel body didn't do anything as I took it into my arms. Rachel didn't go to hug me back or try to get away. The only thing I got was Rachel cold body against mine and crying into her brunt hair. Most of Rachel's beautiful hair was still there, but instead of smelling like Rachel's shampoo it had the smell of hair on fire. It had the smell of death.

Max had smartly let me have my moment. I put Rachel's body back on the bed. The blanket had fallen off and I could see all of Rachel's body. She was completely naked. There were wounds all over the body.

"My daughter, Rachel," I said slowly putting the blanket back on top of Rachel. I looked over at the other bodies for the first time. Jake, Cassie, and Marco were there and I told Max the four names. "What happen?"

"Car crash," was the simple answer Max gave. "Actually a hit and run. The four were dead right away. It was a quick death. They died right away." The words were supposed to make me feel better, but they didn't. "I'm sorry for your lost."

"Can I use your phone? I need to call my ex and the others parents. They're probably worried sick." And probably just as angry as I was.

"Go right ahead. It's at the desk over there." I walked right over and took the phone. First I called my neighbor. I wouldn't be home for a long time and I couldn't leave Jordan and Sara home alone without a babysitter for too long. I didn't tell her anything. Just asked her to go over to my house for a while. She agreed right away. I knew Dan wouldn't be home, so I called his cell.

-Dan's POV-

I was smiling at the camera. I'm a reporter and was giving the news live. That's when my cell phone rang. I had forgotten to shut it off. My face must have looked like one of a student who cell phone had ringed in class.

It stopped ringing soon. "Sorry about that," I went back to giving my report when my cell phone rang again. This time I answered it to tell the person off. "Why call me during the show?" I asked angry.

"Dan." I knew something was wrong right away. Naomi sounded like she was crying and also Naomi never called me.

"Naomi, what's wrong?" Okay this should have been embarrassing. Talking to my ex on live TV.

"Rachel, she's dead." I almost dropped my cell phone. "Rachel, Jake, Cassie and some guy named Marco died in a car crash last night."

"Rachel… dead… car crash…" I repeated the word. I couldn't believe it. "No, Rachel's a good driver. I know she is. I wouldn't have bought her that car if she wasn't a good driver."

"OF COURSE YOU WOULD HAVE. YOU BUY THE GIRLS ANYTHING TO KEEP THEM HAPPY." Naomi yelled and I had to hold the phone away and probably everyone heard it. "It was a hit and run."

That made sense. Tears started to come out of my eyes. "I'll be on the next flight out." I hung up the phone. I looked at the camera again. Everyone knew, why try and hide it. "I got to go. My oldest daughter is dead." I ran out and got into my car before anyone could say anything. I went right to the airport. I probably shouldn't have drove with my emotions being what they were. I was basically crying behind the wheel, but I made it to the airport okay.

-Steve's POV-

I sat at the table eating my breakfast and reading the morning paper. Every so often I would look at the door to see if Jake would walk in. That kid was so grounded! I looked at Jean. She nodded knowing what I meant. Just because it was his birthday didn't mean he could stay out all.

The phone rang and I answered it. "Steve, it's Naomi." That was weird. Since the divorce Naomi never called. Rachel would call sometimes or come over to talk to Jake, but that was it.

I remembered Rachel was the one driving yesterday. "Do you know where the kids are? Jake isn't home."

"Yes," Naomi answered. "Steve, they're dead." I knew it wasn't a joke from the way she started to cry when she said dead. "There was a hit and run. No one lived." Oh god. Jake is gone. I tired to be strong, but Jean knew I was upset. "Can you call Marco's dad. I don't have his number."

"Sure," I hang up the phone and sat down. Jean looked at me.

"What happen?"

"Jake is dead," I answered and finally broke. Jena also started to cry and I put my arms around her. I cried into her hair and her into my chest.

"Our baby is gone," Jean whispered. We stayed like that for a while.

"I got to call Peter and tell him Marco's gone."

"Oh god, he'll go into another depression." We both remembered how it was when Eva died. I got up and dialed his number.

-Peter's POV-

I drank my coffee. I wasn't that worry about Marco. Knowing him he'll walk in and tell me he stayed the night at Jakes' house. A lot of times he forgets to tell me when he's going to stay at Jake. The phone rang.

I answered. "Hello."

"Peter, it's Steve." Steve sounded like he's been crying. "Peter last night the kids they were in a hit and run."

"Marco's alright right?" I became worried, but I knew right away he wasn't all right. If he were Marco would be the one who was calling me

"He's dead," Steve, said it like it was the last thing he wanted to say. It probably was. I sat on the floor and let the phone fall to the floor. "Peter, we'll be right over to pick you up." I heard Steve's voice. The phone made that sound that it makes when there's no one on the other line. I didn't stand up. I sat on the floor crying

-Michelle POV-

Where was Cassie? Why hadn't she come home? We weren't eating. Walter and me were sitting on the sofa waiting for our daughter. We should have continued the talk we started. I know Cassie's a smart girl. I just don't want to see her ruin her life because of one mistake.

The phone rings. Walter picks it up. His emotions change. "What wrong?" I knew right away there was bad news. Walter looked at me.

"Cassie is dead," Walter said. We both just started crying. My little girl is dead. How could this have happened? We didn't talk to each other. We didn't really even look at each other. We just rush to see Cassie's body.

-Tom's POV- a few days later

The yeerk was putting on my best suit. He was tying the tie. He was putting on the sad face at being an only child now. It was a lie. The yeerk was happy he had gotten rid of Jake. Jake had never been fooled.

I hadn't really seen Jake in years. Last time the yeerk saw him Jake did an unusual thing. He hugged 'me'. Oh how I wish I could feel that hug. Oh how I wish I could cry. The yeerk was laughing at me. He's been laughing at me for days. Since we founds out Jake was dead.

I always hoped the Andalite Bandits would win. Hell I was their crazed fan cheering and yelling insults at the other team. The one thing I looked forward to the most about being free was getting to be with Jake again. Getting to be with my little brother. Now that would never happen. Now he was dead and a part of me was too.

-Tobias POV-

I flew over the sight of the wake. The parents had decided to do the wake together this way all the school friends and teachers could come to just one. Man even Chapmen was down there.

I looked at the dummy. The chee had created them to replace the chee. Man they were basically prefect. Take out the basically. They were prefect. If I didn't know the others weren't dead I would think these were their bodies. Which was a good thing. The yeerks needed to know they were dead.

I flew back to the valley. Rachel was sitting there. She looked up at me. I knew Rachel theory of Rachel being dead. I agreed with it. The people we were are dead, but this had got to be hard. This has got to be the hardest thing in the world. Rachel was making it look easy.

"We going to go attack a yeerk factory," Rachel told me.

(Why?)

"We can step up the attacks now and the fact is we need the 'Andalite Bandits' to appear." Rachel stood up. "Our oh so fearless leader is holding a meeting soon." That's another thing. They haven't used their own names since they faked their death. I knew why. They were searching for who they are now. Dropping the act of a normal life.

(Yeah, Rachel, you want to go flying soon?) Rachel smiled and nodded.

Then she said, "Rachel is dead you know. I think I might be going by Xena from now on. We'll go flying soon." Xena walked away and I was left wondering if this as the same girl I had fallen in love with. The answer was yes. I had a crush on Rachel before Elfangor, but after Elfangor when she became Xena was when we fell in love. She was my Xena and I was her bird boy. We both knew that.

AN: okay I was planning on putting Ax in, but I'm really bad at his POV so that's it. I hope you like it. I might update again soon. Not too sure. R&R.