Chris walked on the path, annoyed that the idiots actually believed Jake, annoyed that his own girlfriend believed him. People don't die in order. They just die. Chris pressed the button on the traffic lights, dirt sticking on his finger. He wiped it on his jeans and walked forward after the red light showed. Suddenly he got knocked to the floor as the heat spread over him. He remembered back to the dying people, the screaming, the death. It was genuine fear in his eyes, he had never been this effected by death since he was a child. A Mercedes had crashed into the traffic lights, knocking them down in the process. Ripped steel erupting from the ground.
'I was just standing there, I could have been killed' thought Chris, starting to actually believe what Jake said. He heard sirens and saw a police car skid round the corner, speeding, heading straight for him.
The doors flung outwards as Amy ran out the building, looking for Chris. She made a quick scan and saw him on the floor by a crashed car; she also saw the police car heading straight for him. She screamed his name then ran for him.
Chris turned at the sound of his name, to see Amy calling him. She was standing alone and pointing at something behind him. He looked around just in time to see the police car right in front of him. The man driving the car saw him just in time, and swerved. Its right wheel hit into the crashed car and the police car went into the air, spinning. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as the police car span over Chris. He saw Amy running towards him, tears in her eyes. But the car continued over him, crashing to the floor. Amy half tackled, half hugged a shocked Chris to the floor. She was sobbing on his shoulder.
"Hey, It's alright, It's alright. I'm alive, looks like I'm not next after all." Comforted Chris. He stood up, Amy still hugging him. Suddenly, an explosion split them apart. Her head cracked on the concrete, knocking her out. Chris still stood there, arms over his eyes, trying to block out the dust. "Amy! Are you all right!?" He asked her. She didn't respond. "Amy, come on, you're alive, aren't you? You're alive." Chris was almost pleading with death. He called for help, and saw the detective running out of the building, talking quickly into a radio. The detective looked up a Chris, and Chris could see his eyes widen. Suddenly a large scraping metallic sound filled Chris' ears, then a searing pain in his stomach, then nothing.
Jacobs ran towards Chris, and first noticed Amy, unconscious on the floor. He then looked at Chris, who had an expression of surprise on his face. He wasn't moving, just standing there. Then a horrible squelching sound and the top half of his body fell to the floor. His legs swayed for a few seconds then fell to the floor in a bloody heap. The blood slowly crept down the street, glistening red.
"Oh ... Shit" Muttered Jacobs. A man groaned and fell out of the Mercedes, he had a slight cut on his head but appeared to be uninjured. The policeman was dead, he could see what was left of the body in the wreckage of the police car. He sighed and called an ambulance.
Amy's eyes flickered open to see a face right in front of her, with bright blue eyes. She started, but then realised she was in a hospital, and that the person was a nurse. The room was all light blue to give the feeling of tranquillity, and Amy felt the lull of sleep resting on her eyelids.
"Oh... Your awake" said the nurse, evidently surprised that Amy was awake.
"What happened?" Asked Amy, rubbing the back of her head. She felt a slight irritation there, and absentmindedly scratched it.
"You were knocked out at the crash" replied the nurse, raising her voice over some construction.
"What cra ..." Started Amy, then suddenly everything came back to her. "Chris!"
"Chris Walker?"
"Yes, is he okay?" She asked, her voice raised slightly.
"There's no easy way to say this ..." The nurse said.
"No ... no ... oh my god." Amy broke down into tears and was unable to speak for a few minutes.
The door burst open, and Jake ran in. "We heard your voice, are you okay?" He asked Amy, who was still unable to speak. Jake's tone went into a supporting tone of voice. "We heard about Chris ..." Jake started but got interrupted by the nurse.
"You shouldn't talk to her about that subject now, she too fragile. Let her sleep, so come back in the morning if needs be" Demanded the nurse. Jake knew when he was dismissed, and left.
Jake lay in his bed, staring up at the roof, devastated by Stacey's, and now Chris' death. He didn't like Chris, but it was always a blow when someone you know dies. The phone rang out through the room, distracting Jake from his thoughts. He left it to ring for a moment, then picked it up. He instantly recognised Clarice's voice.
"Hello Jake, so ..." Said Stacey.
"What?" Asked Jake, wandering what she was talking about.
"Who's next?"
"What?" He repeated, and then remembered. "Oh ... um... let me think" Jake did not want to think back to the theatre, but made himself look through his memory. He saw the bloody corpse of Stacey, the cut in half Chris, then saw another person crushed. He gasped out loud.
"What! Who is it" Clarice half demanded, half asked.
"Its ... Its Amy" Jake whispered Amy's name, realising how vulnerable she was at the hospital.
"You need to get to the hospital! Now!" Shouted Clarice over the phone. She hung up and left Chris hanging. He put the phone on its rack then grabbed his coat and walked out of the door.
"Where do you think you're going at this time of night?" Came a voice out of the darkness. Detective Jacobs walked out of the shadows.
"It's Amy, she's next, I need to get to her" Said Jake, desperate to get to hospital.
"Well, get in the car then" Said Jacobs, realising he wasn't going to persuade Jake to stay put.