A/N: I am sorry that I have not updated this story in a long time. I can't make up any excuse either, because I've been submitting other stories this whole week haha. Well, sorry once more.

Here you go, oh yeah, twenty dollars needed to my goal!! I'll get it as soon as I can!

Chapter 14: I Would Not Stop For Death

Jeanette opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the smell of the room. Soft and musty, like an old library or an attic. The sunlight floated into the room and Jeanette saw the dust particles dancing in the beam of the light. The silence of the room was peaceful.

Jeanette turned her head slightly and saw a figure. He stood by her bed, dressed in a full black robe. A hood covered his face. He held out a hand, beckoning to her. She did not protest.

Jeanette grabbed the mysterious man's hand and he lifted her from the bed. She rose off the bed, as light as a feather, and hovered for a few moments. Then the man grabbed her and held her in his arms.

She stared into his hood, unable to see the man's face. She knew who the man was, but did not protest as he carried her to the window. For the first time, she noticed the window was open.

Out the window and down to the ground. The man carried her to a carriage. As the man placed Jeanette in the carriage, she took one last look at the place where she had been resting. It was her house and inside the window, looking out at the carriage, was Simon.

She stared at him. Simon began to cry. The man with the hood climbed into the carriage and it began to trot away.

As Jeanette moved along, she saw Simon shaking his head no. Jeanette looked to the man. He shook his head also.

She tried to plead, but words could not form in her mouth. She could make no noise.

The man shook his head once more. Jeanette looked back towards her old house and her eyes widened. It was burning, the sky around it turned to a deep red. Simon's image had been replaced by Brittney's. Her eyes were gone and black holes remained. She was mouthing something, but Jeanette could not make it out.

She turned back to the man, and had noticed someone else in the carriage with them. It was Dave. Jeanette did not understand. She looked back to the house but saw nothing but darkness.

She turned back to the man that had taken her, the man that had taken her friends and her sisters. The man was Death. She did not understand what was going on. Death reached up to his hood. He began to pull it off slowly.

As the hood dropped, Jeanette tried her hardest to see his face. But an unbearable light emitted from him. She could not see. She closed her eyes.

Jeanette opened her eyes. She looked to her right. A flash of green was flying by her view.

"Hey there, sleepy head." Jeanette turned and saw Simon smiling at her. She looked in front of her and saw Dave gripping the steering wheel. She suddenly remembered. Dave had taken them to lunch. She blinked a few times.

"You fell asleep." Simon said. She nodded.

"Are we almost home yet?" She asked yawning.

"Almost," Dave replied. "We will need to stop for gas soon, though."

A month after Eleanor had fallen from the steps, things were still dangerous. Simon had escaped death several times throughout the month. He was determined. He spent hours searching though the libraries and through the internet without finding a single clue on how to stop death. Simon became used to cheating death, but he knew, eventually, his luck would run out.

When Simon awoke this morning, he had a bad feeling in his stomach that something was going to go wrong today. He did not tell Jeanette.

"You were out cold," Simon said to her. "You must have been having a good dream, huh?"

Jeanette was about to reply. Then she stopped. She thought hard. For some reason, she could not remember what her dream was about. She shrugged. "I don't know."

Dave made a right turn and pulled into a gas station. There was one other man using a pump adjacent to them. Dave pulled the car next to a pump, turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car. He opened Simon's door.

"Wanna go pay for the pump?" He handed Simon a twenty dollar bill. "Pump three"

Simon grabbed the money and got out of the car. Jeanette followed. The two headed inside the small market.

There was a line for the register. Jeanette turned her head and looked out the glass doors. She saw the man at the pump. He had a plaid shirt on with the sleeves ripped off and a green baseball hat on. He was wearing filthy blue jeans and boots. A true redneck, Jeanette thought.

When they reached the register, Jeanette looked out the window once more. Her eyes widened as she saw the redneck pull out a cigarette and place it in his mouth. She turned to the lady at the register.

"That man is going to smoke! Can't that start a fire?" Jeanette asked.

The woman barely glance out the window. "Relax, kid." She said stubbornly. "Haven't you ever watched Mythbusters? It's been proven that dropping a cigarette is not enough to light gas." She rang up the twenty dollars and handed Simon a receipt.

Simon and Jeanette turned and walked out of the building. Jeanette saw the redneck fumbling around his pockets. He finally reached into one and pulled out a cheap plastic lighter. He began to light his cigarette.

Jeanette stopped walking when she heard the man yell out in pain. He had burnt himself. He flung the lighter in the air. Jeanette grabbed Simon's arm. He stopped walking and looked back at her.

"What's wrong?" Simon asked.

Jeanette watched as the lighter fell to the ground. It cracked on the ground as it hit it. Butane began to spray out of the small lighter. It sprayed onto the gasoline that had spilled on the floor from previous drivers. It ignited. The redneck looked down in time to see his boot catch fire.

Simon heard the yell and turned to see the small fire by the man. He turned to Dave, who was facing his car unaware of what was happening.

"Dave!!" Simon yelled. Dave looked up. The redneck was freaking out at the small fire at his feet. He stumbled backwards, unwittingly hitting the pump that was in his truck. It burst free of his tank and sprayed onto him. The man quickly caught fire. He screamed. The pump sprayed in every direction and fire quickly followed.

Dave turned at the sound of the man screaming. He suddenly became fully aware of what was happening around him.

More gasoline sprayed out of the other man's nozzle and the fire spread to the far corners of the gas station. Simon didn't think. He ran towards Dave.

"Simon!" Jeanette screamed.

The redneck's pump exploded. It sent shards of flaming metal in several directions. It also sent his truck flying sideways. The trunk rolled and hit a light pole. The pole cracked and began to fall.

Jeanette saw this. "Simon!! The light!" She screamed. Simon looked up to see the light pole falling towards him. Simon began to count his final moments. He closed his eyes.

Simon felt someone push him. He opened his eyes and he fell to the ground. He turned to see that Dave had pushed him out of the way. He hit the ground. "Dave!!!" He yelled.

The light fell onto Dave. It crushed him. Blood spurted out onto Simon. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open. Flames dancing around him, Simon only stared at where Dave had just stood mere seconds ago. The flames began to spread and grow.

Jeanette suddenly remembered her dream. The burning house, Dave in the carriage with death. She came to and ran over to Simon. She knew that the fire would soon cause the other pumps to explode. She had to hurry…

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Don't you hate cliff hangers? I do. Well, once again, I am sorry for the wait. I will do my best to put the next chapter up ASAP. Review this and thanks for reading.