(Thanks to LocalTalent53, A Mosaic Masterpiece, jamesss, coolman123, and zackt2010 for the reviews! Allright, let's throw a wrench into the works, shall we? I enjoyed this chapter, but I wonder if you all will? Let's find out. Read on!

"Geez, Scott'll believe anything I tell him the idiot." Gervais let out a laugh as he threw a bottle of beer over to the other side of the room.

Dalton caught it. "Thanks. You shouldn't be down on Scott too much; he is the most likely person – other than that mortician – to know what's going on."

"True, but just because I SAY you're arrested, doesn't mean you are. I mean, why would he trust me?"

"Because you found it in your good fortune to save us all from gruesome deaths? I don't know." Dalton shrugged as he took a sip of the refreshingly cold bottle. "To be honest, I wouldn't trust you with the keys to your own home."

"Nice to know what you think of me."

"I've never been one to hide my thoughts, y'know." Dalton smirked.

"You are one cold-blooded piece of work, you know that, right?"

"How so?"

"You've killed someone. Murdered. Ended a life. You're not even guilty at all?"

Dalton's smirk faded into a frown as his fist tightened. "Why would I feel guilty? That man killed my sister. That man deserved everything he got. Eye for an eye, and all that karma crap."

"Too true. I'd do the exact same thing if I were in your shoes." Gervais stood up and glanced out the window, seeing only the bare street.

"Stop doing that, will you." Dalton muttered. "You're looking even more suspicious than you need to be. At least Ryan leant us this apartment, so they can't really track us here for the moment."

"My bad. Just housing a murderer kind'a gets me on edge." Gervais turned around me a grin. "Nevertheless, it's kind of exciting."

"Until you get arrested." Dalton said bluntly.

"I'll be dead before I get arrested, too be quite honest." Gervais said; his grin widening. "Once Jovianne bites the dust, guess whose next? Me! I wonder if my death will be as elaborate as my vision... mind you, it sure looked painful having rebar sticking through my body. Not like you though, getting quite badly mulched by a mower."

Gervais took a drink of the beer as Dalton stared at him.

"What?" Gervais asked at Dalton's look.

"Even I'm a bit confused, Gervais." Dalton started, shaking his head. "You just... don't care, do you? Not even about yourself. You just don't give a damn."

"Nope."

"Why? Surely the fact death is on your doorstep must strike some kind of fear in you."

"Fear?" Gervais stood up straighter. "Ha! Why should I fear the inevitable? Everyone dies, Dalton. We can die anyplace at any time. People die all the goddamn time, even now, someone will snuff it. The world takes it own pace, and won't listen to the human race. It develops and manipulates us. We are tiny pieces of carbon compared to the whole wide universe!" Gervais spread his arms dramatically. "We are one planet in what could be an infinite amount of galaxies. We are ignorant of the depth of space. In the end, it means fuck all. Why should we try to make a life for ourselves, when in the end it adds up to nothing. N.O. Nothing!" Gervais let out a laugh. "I don't care about dying or living!"

Gervais suddenly tensed, his muscles going rigid.

"Gervais? What's wrong?" Dalton quickly got to his feet, eyebrows furrowed.

"Nothing! F'n nothing!"

"What..."

Gervais spun around and suddenly through the beer bottle against the wall, sending shards of glass all over the floor. "I didn't die! You see it in all the movies, the stories, on the internet, whenever people say anything to goad 'Death', they quickly die about a couple of seconds after." Gervais let out another laugh and spun around to face Dalton. "Yet look at me? I'm still alive right now. Death should've took his chance because I'M A PRIME TARGET!" Gervais roared at the top of his lungs, causing Dalton to take a step back. "Why does there have to be a list, eh? Why would 'Death' make himself a list? He doesn't need one, does he? Y'know why Dalton? You know why? HE DOESN'T EXIST!" Gervais leapt forward and grabbed Dalton's beer, before throwing it at the same spot as his own. "No one cares! Everyone gets into such a hissy since I said 'We should worship death!' I'd rather die than live in this stupid Earth. Come on Death, if you do exist, KILL ME!" Gervais kicked at the door, sending his foot through the weak wood. "Hahahaha! Haha! Ha!" Gervais spat on the floor and turned back to Dalton. "You see, Dalton? Death is only a psychological effect! He's not real? It's not like he's gonna stroll up the stairs, knock on the door, and give me the 'kiss of death!"

Gervais kicked the door open this time. "See! No one is there. People are stupid. Human beings are stupid. God's don't exist. Death doesn't exist. When our bodies end, that is that and I really could not give a fuck! 'Death' is a figment of imagination. People get worried over death, so they unconsciously put themselves in situations where they'll get killed. Why? Because they are stupid FUCKS!" Gervais let out another roar of laughter as he turned in the doorway. "I don't care. What happens? I don't die. Because I don't care if I live or die."

"Gervais..." Dalton muttered, feeling quite freaked out. The look in Gervais' eye was almost mad.

"Yeah, Dalton? What is it? Hmm? Are you worried that I'm going to die because I'm not giving Death the respect he deserves?" Gervais challenged. "Boo hoo to be honest. Jesus!" Gervias strode back in the room and past Dalton, before grabbing a knife. "See this Dalton? If anything, this is 'Death'. This knife will enter your heart, and 'bam!'. Dead as a f'n doorstop."

"Gervais. Calm down." Dalton said firmly, backing towards the door.

"What's wrong Dalton? Gettin' scared, huh! Getting scared of ol' death." Gervais laughed. "Deal with it!" With a sudden movement, Gervais threw the knife straight towards Dalton. Dalton acted quickly, diving to the side as the knife struck his cheek, ripping apart the flesh.

Dalton got to his knees, clutching his face in pain.

"What's wrong! Scared! BRILLIANT!" Gervais screamed, spittle flying from his mouth. "DEATH DOESN'T EXIST! WHY ARE YOU SO SCARED?" Gervais took a deep breath. "It is human nature. It is evolution. We die, there isn't anything after death. Dying is natural. We shouldn't care when or where we die, because in the end, it doesn't matter!"

"You're... you're crazy." Dalton said, standing up as blood dripped down his cheek. "You've lost your mind. I'm going."

"Lost my mind? You can't 'lose' a mind, Dalton! Look! It's still here!" Gervais tapped his forehead. "Unless I managed to rip out my brain, I still got my mind! I'm a healthy young man, Dalton! I ain't lost nothing!"

Dalton just stepped backwards. "I'm going. You've lost it."

"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Gervais roared, lunging forward and grabbing Dalton's collar. Using surprising strength, Gervais flung Dalton to the opposite side of the room. Dalton's head snapped back, hitting the wall with a thud. "Hey, I got an idea." Gervais looked towards the ceiling. "Death, if you exist, let me play a little game. Who can kill first? Me or you!"

Dalton groaned and clutched his head when Gervais ran at him, smashing his foot into Dalton's cheek. Dalton felt his jaw bone crack and a tooth flew from his mouth.

"Aww... first point to me." Gervais laughed, grabbing Dalton's shorter hair and pulling him to his feet. "Dalton, seriously. You're going to die, and you know why? You care, Dalton. You care about dying." Gervais suddenly shoved Dalton's head straight into the window with enough force to shatter it. Shards of glass cut into Dalton's face. Blood started to build, splattering against the floor. Gervais pulled Dalton backwards, and still holding Dalton's hair, ran towards the wall. He shoved Dalton face first into the wall where a resounding crack filled the air courtesy of Dalton's nose. Dalton slumped to the floor, letting off a stifled groan.

Gervais backed away, smoothing his hair back. Dalton's blood covered his fingers and now went into his hair. Gervais grabbed the knife he had thrown previously and stared at Dalton as the boy slowly got to his feet, his face a complete mess.

Once Dalton was completely to his feet, he stumbled forward, half out of his mind, towards Gervais. Gervais suddenly stepped forward and thrust the knife deep into Dalton's stomach, diagonally upwards so it went under the ribs. Dalton's eyes widened as blood spilt from his lips.

"Let me tell you something, Dalton." Gervais whispered in the ear of the young man. "We all have an incy wincy bit of death in all of us. You became Death when you killed Peter. Peter was Death when he killed your sister. I am Death because I. Killed. You!" Gervais twisted the knife around inside Dalton as more blood spilled from his mouth. "Say hello to your sister for me."

Gervais let go of the knife and stepped backwards. Dalton remained standing for a moment, before falling backwards. His eyes flitted towards Gervais, his mouth opening and closing. Exactly 47 seconds after being stabbed, Dalton DiLaurentis embraced Deaths cold arms.

Looking at his deceased friend, Gervais giggled. "Guess I was right, huh. You really don't exist, do you, Death? Ha... hahah... AHAHAHA!"

(Yikes O.O. Hopefully, you'll all appreciate the appearance of a 'slightly unhinged' Gervais. Right, I also want to say I've put up a poll on my profile entitled as such:

Which theory about Death do you agree on in Final Destination – The Saviour:

William's theory of kill to live. (Burnt man, Dominique, and Samuel)

Scott's theory of solving the Egyptian Curse (Jovianne, Brandon, and Jessie)

Or, Gervais' theory that Death does not exist. (Kris)

Please vote, since I'll be very interested on what you lot like. I'll try and get a chapter in on Sunday, so tata for now!