A/N: Well, everyone, here we are again! And here I am, hoping that I haven't totally written myself into a corner. I will be so happy if I can actually finish this story , considering I probably won't ever finish Holding My Last Breath (maybe that's kind of nice, actually). It's short now, but I wanted to get something posted.
Hey, who can spot the random change from my CYA (Cover Your Ass) moment?
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"B…Brit was in an accident?" Wayne whispered hoarsely. "No…God, that means I was too late to save her…"
The angel frowned and checked her clipboard. "Excuse me, I'm a bit ahead of myself," she apologized, a worried look crossing her face as she read her notes. "It says here that Brittany Campbell is to be in an accident at 10:36 am…and right now, it's 10:30 am. Mr. Campbell, if you're planning to go—"
When she looked back up to address Wayne, he was already gone, charging towards the bright lights in the clouds, hurrying to reach Earth once more. He shut his eyes tightly as he was engulfed by light, his mind focused on his daughter and saving her.
"No, wait—MR. CAMPBELL!" the angel screamed. "If you don't know what you're doing, you'll be lost on Earth as a solid spirit FOREVER! Come BACK here!"
Beyond the gates, Maddie chuckled softly in James' arms. "Lady, you want to control a Campbell? Good luck with that one."
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Right or wrong, black and white…cross the line, you're gonna pay…in the dawn, before the light…live or die by shades of grey…
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When Wayne's vision cleared, he was sitting in the passenger seat of a car. His eyes darted around wildly before landing on the driver.
Bowman?
"You—what the hell are you doing here, Bowman?!" Wayne shouted. Matt glanced over at him and, rather than panicking, smirked.
"You know how they say the evil a person does will stay behind after the person dies?" he chuckled. "I'm not Matt—not really. I'm a part of his evil spirit." And with that, he pressed the accelerator to the floor, forcing the speed of the car to far beyond the speed limit. When Wayne spared a glance at the speedometer, he saw that they clocked in around 80-some miles per hour. He looked out of the windshield and, with a sinking heart, saw the Mirthmobile driving along in the same lane, but heading towards them. It was a good 50-some yards down the road still, but Matt's speed was rapidly closing the gap.
"Please, Bowman," Wayne begged. "Think about what you're doing!"
"I have thought about it, Campbell," he shot back darkly, eyes never leaving the road. "I've dreamed about it ever since I ran you down. I've planned to wipe out your entire family, and erase the humiliation done to my family."
Wayne gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tightly, realizing just a bit too late that his cocky-ass attitude with Benjamin had gotten not only himself, but his entire family, into a world of trouble.
If only I had just thought of a better way to handle it, he thought. …if only I hadn't tried to rub it in Benjamin's face…if only I could've talked to Cassandra alone, rather than humiliating Benjamin in front of her…maybe it would be different…maybe I wouldn't have died…maybe people I cared about wouldn't be hurt…maybe—
Suddenly Wayne's eyes snapped open. Maybe it's not too late.
"Bowman," he said. "You know what you said about the evil a person does being left behind?" He turned and stared right at Matt. "I think it's actually the good a person does."
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Right or wrong, black and white…cross the line, you're gonna pay…in the dawn, before the light…live or die by shades of grey…
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Brittany was driving down the barren road, absently fiddling with the radio, when she suddenly looked up and saw the car heading right for her.
Huh, weird, she thought nervously. What the hell is this joker doing? He was still a good ways down the road, so she decided to wait for a minute or so to see if he pulled back into his own lane. By the time she realized that he wasn't going to, it was too late for her to do much—he was going far too fast for her to react.
"Oh, fuck!" Brittany gasped, grabbing for the steering wheel and jerking it roughly to the left. At the same moment that she tried to turn, the other car swerved harshly to the right, harmlessly grazing past her car. She glared out the window, trying to see who it was that had nearly crashed into her, and was shocked to see Wayne in the passenger seat of the car. And—was that Matthew Bowman he was wrestling for the steering wheel?
Wayne glanced out of his window and caught her eye, smiling peacefully, feeling content to know that she was safe now.
"D—Daddy?" Brittany whimpered. Her soft whimper turned into a full-out, bloody-murder scream as the car her father was in smashed headfirst into a tree.