Chapter 7
Two weeks has passed since the incident at the party. Today was the memorial.
It was eight thirty in the morning when Brigitte Drew walked into her place, still in a depressed mood. Ever since she told her boyfriend what happened at the party, he treated her just like the plague. It was hurting her feelings, if you asked her. She didn't know why Nick was being such as jerk.
"Nick," she called out as she entered the house. There was no answer. Just a breeze. She closed the front door and slowly continued into the hallway.
"Nick," Brigitte called out again. There was still no answer. She thought he was going to be home today. She guessed not. But her thoughts quickly changed when she walked into the dining room area and saw Nick sitting at the table by himself. He looked up at her, a look of no interest on his face. Brigitte slowly walked up to him.
"Nick, what the hell? I was just calling your name," she said. Nick threw his hand up.
"Stay away," he quickly said, causing his girlfriend to stop in her tracks. "Don't get near me."
Brigitte looked at her boyfriend, disappointed by the way he is acting. Why is he treating her this way? It's not right.
"What the hell Nick?" Brigitte said with frustration. "Why the hell are you treating me this way?" Nick looked at her and shook his head.
"Because..." he slowly said.
"Because why?" Brigitte ordered. He stared at her hard. "Because you're dead!" he replied in a loud voice. She was stunned by what her boyfriend had just said. Did she hear right.
"What did you just say?" she asked, he voice trembling a bit.
"You, your friends from the party..."
"There not my friends. I don't even know them," she interrupted in a loud voice as well. Where was Nick even getting at?
"Whatever," Nick continued. "It doesn't matter. You and those strangers made a mistake."
Brigitte shook her head, a tear streaming down her face. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, that girl. When she had known about the accident you guys fucked up by leaving. You were supposed to die in that accident. YOU cheated death and now it's after you!" Nick informed her in a loud matter. Brigitte stared at her boyfriend, confused by what he was saying.
"How do you know?" Brigitte said quietly.
"You remember Rory? The one who used to sell you drugs a while ago?" he asked. Brigitte nodded. "Well, this girl predicted some car accident, saving him and some others. And the car accident did happen, just like she predicted."
"What happened?" Brigitte couldn't help but ask. She was curious.
"All the survivors began to die in these crazy accidents in the order they were supposed to if they were to die in the car accident. Rory told me about all this, but I didn't believe him. But he died by that wire. Remember?"
Brigitte nodded again. She didn't know Rory's death was connected to the freak accidents that were happening to the survivors of the pileup. It kind of made sense. If you were supposed to die, then Death itself will come back and get back at you. Scary.
"So are you saying that me and those others at the police station a few weeks ago are on some deaths list, and that we are going to die?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Fuck Nick," Brigitte said. "What am I supposed to do?" Nick looked at her in thought. He really wanted to help her out.
"Aren't you going to the memorial today at one?" he asked.
"I was thinking about it," Brigitte said.
"Go," Nick ordered. "Go to the memorial and find that girl. Warn her about the situation. If you can, tell her to talk with the others. It's good that they know what is going on."
"What if they don't believe me?" Brigitte asked. It wasn't a stupid question. If you went up to someone and told them that they are going to die, they would think you are crazy. But if what is going to happen true, then it would be good to make sure the others know.
"Then that is their fault," Nick said. "But you are dead, and there is nothing you can do but be careful."
Brigitte looked at her boyfriend, who actually seemed more caring then the other days. "So how do we beat it?" was her final question. Nick stared at her in the eyes, then shook his head, sad that he has to say this.
"You don't."
It was almost noon when Danny Brynes was dropped off at the boating store. To him, it was the greatest place on earth, with many possibilities. Not only were there boats for sale, there were also fishing goods. And her loved to fish.
Today, the building was considerably empty. Only a few people were inside; most of them were outside, checking the fishing boats that were on sale. Danny Brynes was one of them. He looked around, happy that he was able to check out the boats.
Danny looked at his watch. If he got too into the boats, he might miss the memorial in two hours. He really didn't care if he went or not, it's not that important to him. But he would feel extremely guilty if he doesn't go. So he better hurry up.
In front of him, there were small fishing boats everywhere. A smile came across his face.
"Nice," he said to himself. There was one boat, however, that caught his mind. It was small, black, and had a motor. It was perfect for him. But he didn't know the price. He looked around the outside area to see if there was anyone who worked here.
He saw a young red headed man who wore black pants, and a blue collared shirt. The required uniform. He was walking in Danny's direction.
"Hey," Danny called out to the man. The man looked at him and walked over to where he was. Danny pointed to the black fishing boat.
"How much is this?" he asked. The man working there looked at the boat for a second, turning his head back to Danny to answer the question.
"This sir is on sale for five hundred."
Danny couldn't believe his ears. Five hundred dollars for this boat. That is way to expensive for him. It was a rip off.
"Five hundred!" Danny said in a loud tone. "How can you sell this for that much? That is ridiculous."
The man placed a hand on the boat. "Sir, it's okay. Don't lose your head. We have cheaper boats if you want to take a look at those."
Danny didn't even consider the offer. "No. This is the only one I want."
The man didn't even seem to care.
"Sir, this model is five hundred. If you think it's too expensive, you can wait till the price goes down in a few weeks."
Danny nodded his head. "Okay. Okay, that's what I'll do." The man watched as Danny walked towards the exit, which was on the opposite side of the boat display.
"Have a good day sir," said the man.
Danny walked out of the boating store, disappointed at the price of that one boat. There was no way that thing could cost that much. But whatever. He really didn't need a boat that bad. He could wait a few weeks.
He waited on the sidewalk, next to the side of the road, waiting until he spotted a taxi. The streets were busy with vehicles, but he didn't see a single taxi. What kind of bull is that? Danny could feel his day getting worse and worse by the minute.
But all hope wasn't lost. He saw down the same street, a taxi. Danny quickly made his way down the sidewalk, hoping no one else would see it. He was relieved when he finally reached it, opening the back door and getting inside. A mid aged Indian guy was in the driver's seat. When Danny entered, the guy looked at him, not surprised to see someone else in his taxi.
"Where to?" the driver asked in a gloomy voice. He probably had a rough day too. Danny, who sat in the middle in the back to get a clear view out the window, looked at the man.
"Fifteen Thirteen West Village Lane," Danny told him. The driver nodded his head, starting the engine. There was a small rumbling sound.
"I have to go around the block…"
"I know, it's good," Danny said, his southern accent kicking a little stronger at that second. The driver just nodded and stepped on the gas. The taxi made its way down the street, turning at the first right. The driver looked at Danny through the rear view mirror.
"Not having a good day either?" the driver asked. Danny looked up at his eyes in the mirror.
"It's been alright," he answered. Danny looked out the side window and watched as all these cars past by them.
"Well, it could be worst," the driver said. "You could be dead."
Danny shook his head. He was sure glad to be alive.
"I know," Danny started. "In fact, you know that building that collapsed two weeks ago?" The driver nodded.
"Yes."
"Well yeah," Danny continued. "I was one of the survivors." The vehicle made another turn; the boating store was now in view ahead in the distance.
The driver pounded the wheel with is right hand. "No shit," he said in interest.
"Yeah," Danny said, surprised that this guy was interested in his survival. "Amazing how lucky I was huh?" The driver shook his head.
"No man," he said. He turned his head back to look Danny in the eyes. "You're fucking screwed."
Danny didn't reply. The driver looked forward just in time to see himself run a red light, almost running into another car. He swerved just in time to miss the hummer.
"Oh shit," Danny freaked out, holding on for dear life. He saw the whole thing at once. The woman in the hummer swerved as well, but wasn't as lucky. Her vehicle slammed into another vehicle. More cars crashed. Near the dodging taxi, Danny saw a huge gasoline truck. As it swerved, barely missing a red mustang, the cylinder gasoline container broke off, rolling down the street, surprisingly missing every moving vehicle. It kept going until it crashed into the boat display at the boating store. There was smoke and fire everywhere.
The taxi managed to dodge all the destruction.
"Oh," Danny managed as the taxi hit a bump. He thought everything was going to be good until he looked forward just in time to see the taxi slam into some vehicle. The vehicle bounced off the other, and the windshield shattered, sending glass everywhere.
The taxi did two spins before stopping in the open. Danny was shocked that he was still alive. He looked at the driver who was smiling.
"Holy shit man," the driver said. "That was a close one. We almost died."
At that very second, there was a loud explosion, shaking the air. It had came from the boating store. The cylinder gasoline container had exploded, sending pieces of metal, wood, and plastic everywhere. Danny looked up just in time to see a medal motor blade shoot in his direction.
Danny took his only second to scream, just as the blade missed the driver, the passenger seat, and sliced right through his open mouth, sticking to the back seat. There was a quick squishy sound and it was the end. The driver, now believing he was the luckiest man on the earth, turned to see what happened to Danny, and was shocked by what he saw.
Small portions of blood had squirted all over, covering the back of the driver's seat, the back seats, and the windows. The top part of Danny's face was still rested on top of the blade. The rest of his body, however, slowly slid down the back seat, dragging blood with it.
When the driver saw Danny's body sliding down the seat, and saw the tongue still moving, he instantly felt sick to his stomach. The driver quickly jumped out of the taxi, slamming the front door and bending over to throw up. The force of the front door closing caused the top part of Danny's head to topple over. He was dead.
Katy sat on her couch, reading a Cosmo magazine that was somewhat interesting. James entered the room, and Katy quickly closed it, giving her full attention to her friend.
"Are you ready?" James asked. She nodded.
"Yeah, but I'm not too sure these people will be happy to see me," she said as she got up from the couch. James walked up to her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Why not?" he asked. She sighed at his question.
"I don't know," she said. "I mean the accident. I might have freaked them out a bit you know." When she saw James's expression she added, "I just don't want anyone attacking me because they think I'm crazy that's all.'
James smiled. "I don't think anyone is going to attack you. Besides, you saved their lives. They should be grateful."
Katy returned the smile. "I hope so."
They both left a little after twelve thirty, both hoping the memorial isn't as bad as they expect it to be…..
(Hey readers! At the end of each chapter there will be a 'DEATH'S LIST'. When someone dies, their name will be Xed out. This will make things a little easier if you are confused on the order. Enjoy!)
DEATH'S LIST
1. Danny Brynes X
2. Brigitte Drew
3. Dan Hunt
4. Jerome King
5. Timothy Bowden
6. Scarlett Saunders
7. James Howard
8. Karumi Takema
9. Katy Fischer
