(Thanks to A Mosaic Masterpiece, LocalTalent53, coolman123, JAmesss, and zackt2010 for the reviews! Ladies and Gentlemen, please allow me to introduce the start of one of my favourite plot twists, (I'll explain later), read on!

With his head throbbing something fierce, Scott opened his eyes to come face to face with a beautiful face. Blinking away spots of light, he groaned as the face moved backwards.

"He's awake!"

Raising an eyebrow, Scott looked around the small room he in. With a combination of white and light blue, Scott realised that he was in some kind of hospital room. His mother, Karen, was leaning over him, while more surprisingly was Jovianne sitting in the corner, flanked by a large man. Her father? Scott thought.

"Scott, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, mum." Scott smiled at his mother, who looked pale and worried.

"What happened?" Karen asked. "Scott, what happened? You were... you were acting all weird, I thought... maybe..."

"Ssh." Scott said, hoisting himself into a sitting position. "Calm down. Just... just everything catching up to me rather uncomfortably. Why am I in the hospital?"

"People who collapse tend to be taken to hospital." Jovianne spoke from her chair.

"True." Scott blinked. "But Jovianne, why are you here?"

"Ahh..." A faint blush found itself into Jovianne's cheeks. "I was looking for you, for, you know, answers about this... whole situation. I went to Tom's house since that was likely where you were, but you weren't there. So we went to your house where Karen invited us in for tea. Then we heard her yell out and found you unconscious."

Behind her, Jovianne's father squeezed Jovianne's shoulder tightly.

"What is it, dad?" Jovianne asked, turning back to her father.

"I really should go back to the girls. They'll be causing hell."

"Why don't you? I'll be fine, dad." Jovianne assured.

"But... what about you?"

"I'm a big girl. I'll stay with Scott, after all this is important, y'know. Take care of the girls." Jovianne said the last thing firmly.

With a last fidget, her father nodded reluctantly. "I know. You are a good girl. Stay safe, and I'll see you... tomorrow, then."

"Yeah, see you." Jovianne watched as her father left, before turning back to Scott. "So..."

"So?"

"So... what is happening?" Jovianne asked, leaning forward.

Scott sighed, before turning to his mother. "Can you get me something to drink? I'm kinda parched."

Karen, sensing that she didn't want to hear the following conversation, nodded and departed leaving Scott to start explaining to Jovianne.

XXX

Jessie found himself completely and quite simply bored out of his skull. Thankfully he wasn't too claustrophobic, otherwise he'd be in deep trouble. Instead, he just sat and thought to himself, avoiding the thoughts of his brother.

Every so often the elevator let out an ominous squeal, but it hadn't fallen like before. Yet. Jessie couldn't help but think. No, the thing which worried Jessie was the fact he was on some kind of list. He knew it was real, there was enough evidence. What's to say that he wasn't next? What's to say he wasn't going to fall all the way down the shaft in a clump of blood, bone shards, gore, and little bits of Jessie Colon. "Calm down!" Jessie muttered to himself, stroking a hand through his hair. Why his parents had to be out of town god only knew. That receptionist was useless, that was for certain. Everyone else in the apartment was either drunk, taking drugs, or a mix of the two. No, the apartment was cheap and that was the sole reason Jessie and his parents lived there. Especially since they payed for the funeral ceremony of his brother.

A sudden knocking on metal made Jessie jump, before yelling, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

"Aha! How fortunate." A deep voice replied. Deep enough that Jessie... no...

"William?" Jessie questioned. "That mortician with Tom, William?"

"Yes. I was half expecting to find you in your apartment, and not a broken down elevator. You are lucky I found you, since you are next on the list."

"What?" Jessie cried through the metal. "I'm next? To die you mean? I could die?"

"You could, but you won't. Trust me here."

"But I could die! Right now! How would you prevent this lift from falling down and killing me! I bet that is what's going to happen. I bet that's why it stopped and broke down. I'm going to die... I-I'm going to... to..."

"Calm down." William's voice came through again. "Please, Jessie, you will not die."

Jessie tried to calm himself down, finding it a very hard objective. For some odd reason he remembered Adam telling him to quit smoking. Jessie felt a sudden pang of emotion. Those were the last words Adam gave Jessie. 'See you bro. Just give up those cigarettes, yeah? Do it for me. You'll kill yourself'. Once he found out Adam was dead, Jessie gave up in his honour. Jessie took a deep breath. Adam was soothing in his mind, despite his death, Adam remained. Adam was watching over him, Adam would make sure that he would quit. Quit smoking, and quit being so freaked out.

Then the elevator let out a huge crunch and dropped form it's restraints, soaring straight down the shaft.

XXX

Two minutes before, the scarred companion of William had made his way to the bottom of the elevator, pulling the flimsy doors open quite easily. Spitting on the ground, the man stepped into the oily shaft. He would've been almost gagging on the smell of oil. But thankfully most of his nose had been burnt off, including his sense of smell. Thanking yourself for getting burned? Congratu-fuckin-lations sunshine.

The man looked up, and saw quite high up the square box which was the elevator shaft. William was correct that the elevator was stuck, especially since it didn't come down when the called it. William suspected Jessie was stuck and moved up the stairs to him, commanding the man to stand under the elevator.

"I'm here." The man muttered to himself. "Now let's hope your plan doesn't get me killed, eh."

A sudden crunch made the man snap his head upwards as the elevator plummeted downwards. Fast. The man's eyes widen as he watched the metal box soar down, ready to crush him into tiny little pieces. What a way to go, survived a fuckin' explosion and now getting crushed by a elevator. I prefer almost dying in an explosion. The man closed his eyes, cursing William to hell for suspecting that the plan would work.

CRACK

The sudden noise, and the absence of bone-crushing pain, the scarred man opened one eye to see the elevator literally centimetres above his head. The man blew out a long breath, before smirking to himself. "Fuck me sideways, William was right for once? Hah... hahah..." The man whistled through his teeth. Guess I owe him, huh.

XXX

If the cliché of seeing your life pass before your eyes was true, Jessie would have certainly seen all 18 years of his life flash before him. Instead of that, however, the moment the elevator dropped he felt complete and utter fear. Blinding fear. Fear of the death that was sure for him, so much for William and his reassurances, this was real and he was about to –

CRACK

The elevator came to a quite sudden hold, sending Jessie face first into the floor, cracking a few teeth but otherwise unharmed. Not that Jessie realised that in the few seconds after. He was confident that he had just died, and for one moment he persuaded himself that ghosts were real and he'd open his eyes to find his broken body amidst the ruins of an elevator shaft.

Instead, when he opened his eyes, he was filled with grey. Then he blinked. Blinked again and opened his mouth, feeling around the annoying pain in his mouth. Pain? Don't they say you don't feel pain when you die? With this thought, Jessie felt the cold metal with his fingers, and pushed up. He saw the elevator doors, saw the floor, the walls, the ceilings. His arms, his legs. He felt an absurd feeling to laugh out loud. Managed to get to shaky feet, he leaned against the side of the elevator. He was okay... he was... okay...

Another creak was heard, before the doors slid open. The top half was still the elevator shaft walls, although the bottom half gave Jessie a lovely view of open floor and of the dark figure of William Bludworth.

Offering a hand, William pulled Jessie out of the elevator and onto the polished floor. Jessie stumbled forward, panting.

"William... I..." Jessie took a deep breath. "I thought... I was lucky... I was going to die."

"Not luck, my friend. Specification."

"Specification my ass Bludworth."

Jessie turned his head to see a man climb out of the elevator doors, covered in oil. The burnt man wiped his eyes and glared at Jessie.

"Who're you?" Jessie questioned, surprised at the oily and burnt man.

"A saviour." William said for the man with a smirk.

"Saviour? Are you telling me he stopped the elevator?"

"In a way." William smiled, before turning around and walking towards the exit. "Follow me."

Jessie, feeling confused and overwhelmed, had no choice but to follow William, flanked by the burnt man.

William exited the building and stopped on the sidewalk, turning to Jessie. "Jessie Colon. Am I too assume you believe in the aspect and force of death, yes?"

Jessie nodded mutedly.

"Good. In that case, let me introduce you to my friend, D-"

"William!"

The hiss of a whisper caught William off guard, and he looked over the street to see a figure standing next to a fence. Samuel took a deep breath, before clenching Dominique's hand. "Come on hon."

Samuel walked forward over the road, pulling Dominique with him. Dominique was motionless, her eyes wide. The shock of her father's death had come to her, and see had essentially gone into a standing coma.

"Samuel?" William questioned as the two walked across the road.

"William! I need to talk to you." Samuel said as he reached halfway across the road. A sudden beeping caught Samuel's attention, and he twisted his head to see a mini-van rushing straight towards him and Dominique, easily over the speed-limit. Samuel felt his blood run cold and was too shocked to move. The van was going to hit them.

Then a figure leaped in front of Samuel, arms spread wide. The mini-van came to a squealing halt, coming to a stop inches away from the burnt man's face.

"Third brush with death." The burnt man smirked, turning his head towards and smiling William and aghast Jessie. "William, you're right. I am a fuckin' saviour!"

(Yes, yes, confusing probably I know. But this makes sense once I reveal the info relating on the burnt man and the situation. Trust me. XD)