(Thanks to Angie2282 and one heart that stands alone. I apreciate you reviews, I really do. Okey dokey, a nice calmish, sadish chapter for you now, Read on!)
Tanzi and Lacey were driving to the police station, to pick up Paige. Tanzi had explained everything that she knew about Death, and how to avoid it. Lacey found, after a brief bit of thinking, that she believed Tanzi, and had gone with her. Both were shaken from Daniel's death, they had called the police and the ambulance, and then had left.
"So, what are you going to do now?" asked Lacey, biting her nails.
"What I need to do is find out the rest of the survivors phone numbers, and arrange a meeting place where we can gather to figure out what to do."
"Can I stay with you... because I really don't feel safe anymore."
"Sure." Tanzi said. "You're going to have to sleep on the Sofa though. We are going to pick up my friend Paige Calloway, then we are going to her house."
"I have a question."
"Shoot."
"When a-am I. In the list, when am I supposed to die?" Lacey's eyes twinkled, but no tears emerged.
Tanzi sighed, and thought back to the events. She remembered everything, from Jeff being electrocuted to the roof collapsing on her and Fred. But she really, truly couldn't remember when Lacey was. "I'm sorry. I know when everyone else is, but I do not know when you are. I just cannot remember."
"It's okay. I guess I'll find out just before I die then." Lacey looked at her hands, going silent.
Tanzi knew to let her think about whatever it was, and spotted the police station up ahead. Paige was standing near the curb, what looked like a letter in her hand. Tanzi pulled her pick-up to a stop. Luckily, Lacey was quite small, and Paige was able to squeeze next to her.
"What's that?" Tanzi asked straight away, referring to the letter in Paige's hand.
"This, Tanzi, is Fred's will." Said Paige, shaking her hair out of her eyes.
Tanzi was shocked. "He wrote a will? Did he know he was going to die?"
Paige just handed the envelope to Tanzi, and kept silent as she opened the letter, and unfolded the piece of paper within.
It read:
I am so sorry, my ex-wife Gabriel Michelle, my son Roger Point, and my treasured friend Tanzi Sakamoto. If you are reading this, I am long gone, my fate had come.
I wrote this will a few months after I met Tanzi, or rewrote it, should i say. I first wrote it a day before my four fellow survivors died in that traffic accident. In that version, I hadn't met Tanzi, so this is why I rewrote it.
I write this now because I know that I am under threat of Death, yes, Death with a capital letter, meaning it is an entity. I tell you all below about death, and how to skip positions. I know of no way to beat Death, but you should be able to survive.
Tanzi sniffed and her tears dropped to the letter, staining it. She read through the tips Fred had given her, and read on.
That is how to beat death. Now, to Gabriel. I realise we had a rocky relationship, which ended in divorce, but I leave my money to you. Roger, you were only ten when I got involved in this business of Death, and I leave you my house so that when you grow up, you may live away from your mother. Tanzi, I thank you for bringing me out of the hell known as misery, and I appreciate it, really, I do. If I died while you were with me, I would've told you I love you. In case I died alone, here it is. Tanzi Sakamoto, I love you, I really do. I realise that it sounds cheesy, even corny, but it's the truth. Since I first laid eyes on you, I knew that you would be the one for me, and I think you knew it too. I could never gain the courage to ask you to marry me, and I doubt I ever will. Which is why, Tanzi, I leave you the ring enclosed that I would have given you if I ever did ask you to marry me.
I thank you all. My family, my friends, my co-workers. My time has ended, and may yours live on. If you are ever in the situation that I have been in, never think for one second that Death is gone. It will always be there, just waiting, waiting for the moment to take you away to hell.
Tanzi realised there was something else in the envelope, and pulled out a gold ring, with a ruby on the front of hit. She looked at it for a moment; her tears all dried up, and then slipped it on her finger. It fit perfectly. "It's beautiful" she muttered.
"We really need to get going" said Paige, biting her lip. "Do you want me to drive?"
"No, I-I'm good."
At that, Tanzi started the car, following Paige's directions to her house.
Jade Skysong was sitting in a chair, playing a tune on her guitar. The room she was sitting in was located in a clubhouse that she and her band, 'The Miracle Skyhawks' practiced and performed their music. Jade was the only person in the room, and positioned around her was a drum kit, a bass guitar, and a microphone. A banner from one corner of the room to another said 'In Memory of the Miracle Skyhawks'.
Jades band had all died when the stadium exploded, as with her non-band friends. It was a day out, which had resulted in disaster. The disaster was almost on the magnitude of the Flight 180 disaster, which she was very nearly part of. She would've died had her car not broken down. Jade was going to playing a gig for her band, a solo, the next day.
She was upset, but she didn't show it. She believed tears were a sign of weakness. Jade looked to the ceiling, still playing the tune that was the first ever song the Miracle Skyhawks had performed together.
In a completely different part of the city, Jay Scythe was playing a video game on his PS3 console. He leant forward, whacking the controls. It was a free roaming game, involving going around the city on foot or in a car, as a gangster working for the mafia.
His character ran forward, shooting the digital enemies with a rifle. Suddenly, without warning, a bus ran straight into his character. The words 'Game Over' appeared on the screen.
"Oh, come on!" he cried out, throwing the controller to the floor. "God damn fucking games!"
The bar was noisy and crowded as Zach Dryer sat on a stool, drinking his beer. He looked up to a TV which was situated above the bartender.
'...there were only ten survivors, and already, two of them are dead!" said a man being interviewed on the news.
"And this proves your theory that 'Death' is out to get us?" said the bemused Interviewer.
"Yes! I mean, with seen this happen again and again, Flight 180, Highway 23, Devils Flight, McKinley speedway, the Orbis Theatre." The man listed off the situation one by one.
Zach looked away, hating to be reminded of the explosion that he had barely escaped from. He wasn't even in the mood for joking around and just sat there, looking into his drink.
Naomi walked around the shop, looking at various coats. Ever since the explosion, she had been shopping, to take her mind of the accident, even when she didn't buy anything. She had heard on the news that three of the survivors, Fred Point, Jeffrey Weasel and Daniel Gecko, had died in freak accidents. Well, they say accident, but everyone knew that the police thought that Tanzi Sakamoto was some sort of serial killer.
Naomi scoffed at the idea, why would someone who saved 9 people kill them straight after? She shook her head, and looked back into the coat racks.
(For those of you that were wondering, Fred wrote his first version of the will in Director's Cut, which i said he was writing it. And I haven't forgotten about the other characters, who will get more involved soon. I just put what there doing. I hope I got all their personalities right, and till next time!)
