(Thanks Angie2282 for your review, i appreciate it. From now on, i'm gonna be replying to reviews by message, rather than answering them here. Anyway, now for a chapter which is important if you haven't seen the films.)


In the end, it was not that hard to find William Bludworth. When the ambulance arrived, they found Tanzi latched onto Fred's body, tears staining her face. They had been unable to remove her from the corpse, so they took her to the morgue with them, thinking that she will go once they got there.

Tanzi was shocked and upset at the turn of events from the day before. First, she had a premonition of everyone dying, then, Fred is run down, and finally, the revelation that Fred loved her, her, of all people.

Tanzi had met Fred ten months ago, two months after the supposed terrorist attack, which she now knew was not so. She had heard smashing from inside Fred's house, and thinking it was a burglar or an attack, she went in, going to help whoever it was. Who she saw, however, was Fred in a fit of anger, smashing the walls with his fists. She instantly felt some sort of connection with him, and managed to help him regain his senses. They had become friends then and there. Tanzi didn't think of the connection as love, but as she thought about it, she realised that was what is most likely was.

Fresh tears fell to the floor as she stared at Fred's peaceful face, his mouth in a faint smile. She ignored the medics as they tried to talk to her, only focusing on the man she had known for only ten short months.

Jeff felt himself lucky as he sat in his office; Lucky that he had survived the horrific incident at the stadium. He also couldn't help but feel guilty, as he had helped build the stadium, and also he had made Harry hold up the metal panel that the lightning had struck.

Harry. Jeff sighed, and leant back in his chair. Harry Pott was a good friend of his, and they often paired together in building projects, such as the devil's flight rollercoaster, which had derailed.

Jeff knew that HarveyCo would face yet another inquiry, losing millions due to the incident. This time, they might even be closed down, which would leave Jeff unemployed. He sighed again, and looked at the half-finished report he was writing. He sharpened his pencil in a special eye-sharpener he had been given on his birthday as a joke present, and got to work.

Still refusing to leave Fred, Tanzi watched the assisting mortician clean the dirt and blood off of Fred's body, washing into the plughole. As she looked at the swirling water, she saw a skull. When she blinked it was gone, but not forgotten.

There was a sudden clash, and Tanzi turned to see the assistant had dropped the shower-head like object onto Fred's eye.

Tanzi stood up angrily. "Hey! Watch what you're doing, aren't you a professional!!"

The assistant picked up the shower-head with shaky hands. "S-sorry" He stuttered.

"It is a hassle when you have to teach a new person the art of cleaning and cutting up dead bodies." Tanzi felt hot breath on the back of her neck, and whipped around, coming face-to-face with a tall black man. He was standing at easily over 6 foot, was bald, and had a very deep voice.

Tanzi gave an involuntary gasp, stepping back.

"Hello. I believe you are looking for me?" The man said in his deep voice.

"No, I'm..." Something Fred said in his last words came back to her.


"N-No! T-Tanzi, look for t-the signs. And find W-William Bludworth..." Fred groaned, and coughed violently.


"William Bludworth!" She blurted out.

"The one and only" said Bludworth, walking towards his assistant.

Jeff pulled on a yellow hard-hat, and looked up to the scaffold going upwards.

"Great. From designing stadiums to working window-fixing." He muttered, grasping the first rung of the ladder, heading up.

The assistant had been ushered out of the room by Bludworth, and Fred had been washed down, and put in a freezer until Bludworth could do a proper autopsy.

He was now facing Tanzi, who was sitting on a chair. "So, I hear that's it's started all over again. I see that my information was wrong."

"What started all over again? What information?" Asked Tanzi, looking at Bludworth.

"Fred explained this to you, but I will explain in further detail. These deaths started back in ancient Egypt (1), but only in about 100 year periods. Recently, they have been getting more and more frequent, the most recent being, of course, the stadium, which was only a year after the Orbis Theatre. The most prominent have been the Flight 180 disaster, the Route 23 pileup, the Devil's Flight Rollercoaster derailment, the McKinley Speedway crash, the Orbis Incident, and now, I suppose, the Emporium Stadium collapse."

"But what are these events, why are they important?"

"Okay, well, back when Flight 180 exploded, a boy going a French trip, Alex Browning, had the first reported 'vision' which was him experiencing event's which didn't really happen at that time, but it was going to happen the way he saw it." Bludworth was now rummaging in a cabinet. "He managed to save 7 people, including him, from the disaster. But, soon, these people started to die in freak accidents." Bludworth had picked up a folder, and empty the contents on the desk next to Tanzi. It showed some horrific pictures of bodies. A woman's splattered body, a man without half of his head, another man with what looked like a shower cord around his neck. Bludworth took four more files from the cabinet.

"Then, the same thing happened with Kimberly Corman. This time it was 9 survivors, including her." Some more pictures were thrown on the table. A boy's body with glass surrounding it, a man in pieces, and a woman with what looked like a pipe through her forehead. "Then, Wendy Christenson, who had managed to survive for a long time. She saved 10 schoolmates, including her." Two burned corpses; a black man without a head, a man who's back of the head was caved in and caked with blood. "Nick O'Bannon, saving 8 including him." A man with a diced up chest, a woman an eye missing, and a burnt corpse of a man. "Finally, Jake Milligan..."

"Fred told me about him!" exclaimed Tanzi, who had been listening carefully. "Fred was one of the survivors."

"Indeed he was."

"But if people died in whatever order they were supposed to, why did Fred die now?"

"I believe that Fred died because he was the last survivor of the Orbis Incident, so he was first in this list, as he survived the other. And that reminds me, who was first on the list that you saw?"

"A man, he was a builder I think." Said Tanzi.

"If possible, you need to save him, and also, you need to gather the survivors"


(And that's that. I realise this was a bit of a meh chapter, but, the good news, Death next chapter!! WOO! Oh, also, i have fully planned the deaths, and i know who the survivors are gonna be at the end of the story. Till next time folks)