Alex and Clear sit down at a small coffee shop talking about what they had previously found out.
The blond's eyes are searching for anything potentially deadly as he leans towards Clear "The mortician said that death has a design, I'm talking about omens."
There was no way Alex was going to tell anyone about the strange Angel from yesterday, not until he knew if they believed him.
He knew how crazy he would sound telling them about an Angel visiting him to talk about his sister, death.
"How do we know that just by sitting here by sipping this coffee or breathing the air or even crossing the intersection, we haven't started in motion the events that will someday lead to our death forty years from now, ten years, tomorrow?"
Alex stops his short rant as he reaches into his pocket. "We don't, unless we open ourselves up," pulling out the small piece of torn paper, he slid it across to the girl "to the signs it's willing to show us."
Clear looked down at the small paper with the word TOD written on it. "I don't understand," she glanced back up at Alex nervously. "Did you see Tod die? Did it happen again, like on the plane?".
The blond sighed as he sat back in his seat "No, it didn't, but it might as well have" tapping the paper desperately Alex huffed "This is a message from something, Clear...or someone, hinting at a design and it's trying to help us fight death."
"Total bullshit," Clear began with a laugh. "You can find death omens anywhere you want to".
Suddenly Alex's attention is pulled to the window of the Coffee shop where he sees a reflection of a bus passing, but when he turns around, there was no bus in sight.
Hearing Clear's voice in the back of his mind, he turned back to the girl who hadn't realized he wasn't listening. "I want to hear you, but we'll go nuts if you start with this shit."
"The mortician said that death has a design, right?" Clear nodded at Alex's words as the boy let out a breath "Now, what if you, me, Tod, Carter Terry, Billy, Mrs. Lewton messed up that design? For whatever reason, I saw death's plan... and we cheated it".
Clear opened her mouth to talk, but Alex continued, "But what if it was our time? What if we were not meant to get off that plane? What if it still is our time?" the blond boy asked rhetorically as he started to get worked up.
Looking into Clear's eyes, he wanted her to believe him, "If it is, then it's not finished...and we will die. Now, not later. Unless we find the patterns and cheat it again".
Thana sat on top of the construction site as she watched the group of teenagers argue below unknowing of what was coming next for one of them.
She saw the omen that Castiel had sent to Alex, but she also knew the boy paid no real attention to it; she knew she had gotten into his head, and she hadn't even met him yet.
After hearing Alex's words, Thana knew he was getting closer to figuring out more than any human had before "Fucking Castiel" she swore thinking about the Angel who had metaphorically shaken the plan like it was a soda bottle.
Her father was none too happy about the state of the design right now, but she had promised him that she would sort it out, and here she was running around after a bunch of stragglers yet again.
Somehow they had all managed to once again group themselves together without her making them, and Thana knew what was about to happen next would be beautiful.
"Enough! Both of you! They died, and we lived. Get over it," The blonde girl Theresa Chaney yelled at the two teenage boys, as they fought.
Thana's mouth curved up to a feline-like grin. "Don't worry, Terry, it'll all be over soon enough, dollface."
Clicking her fingers, Thana materialized next to the group as she crossed her arms and leaned against the sleek black car that belongs to one of her stragglers.
"I will not let this plane crash...be the most important thing in my life! God!" Terry screamed, smacking her boyfriend, Carter Horton, on the chest.
Walking away from the group, Terry started to cross the road before stopping, "I'm moving on, Carter...and if you want to waste your life... beating the shit out of Alex every time you see him...".
The blonde girl starts to turn away before delivering one final hiss, "...then you can just drop fucking dead!"
A bus suddenly speeds passed the group and plows directly right into her. Alex, Clear, Carter, and Valarie Lewton are splattered with Terry's blood before they can even recoil or help her.
"Ouch, that looks like it hurt" Thana turned to the pale looking teenagers and teacher, "Right guys?".
Stepping closer, the hyperventilation teacher Thana glanced at the body in front of the bus, her legs are twisted, and bent, and her jaw is sticking out of her body, exposing her skull.
"Well, I'm sure it only hurt for a second," The redhead said mockingly as she gave an innocent pout.
Seeing the faces of those around her, Thana began to giggle until her body suddenly froze, her eyes turned white, and the pupil of her eye changed into a skull shape as a haze overcame her.
Blinking Thana's teal eyes reappeared as she watched the passengers on the bus started to make their exit, the redhead's eyes focused on one, in particular.
a very corporate looking woman wearing a navy blue power suit and speaks into a phone headset while smoking a cigarette.
Seeing the red aura around the woman had Thana seething, "I'll deal with you later," she growled towards the now shaking woman who was running her hands through her short brown hair, not even realizing how lucky she was.
The National Transportation Safety
Board has a new theory tonight on the
possible cause of Euro-Air Flight 180...
Alex quickly grabs the remote and turns up the volume on the TV, a computer graphic illustrations the area of the lower fuselage as the CNN Anchor beginning to explain the new theory on the explosion.
Deterioration of silicon insulation
on an electrical connector to the
scavenger pump may have leaked
combustible fluids.
Alex remains riveted to the screen as the graphic ZOOMS into the area in the rear right side, nearly above Tod's seat. "That's Tod's seat..." Alex mumbled as he listens to the report.
A spark in the fuel switch
may have ignited the fuel line.
And proceeded to the fuel pump.
The high-tech computer image traces the path of the explosion through the plane. A red line representing the fuel line zigs through the body of the aircraft, making a sharp turn forward to the fuel pump, which explodes.
Jagged lines show the direction of the explosion moving backward toward the rear of the plane. "I gotta go," Alex stutters as he jumps over the couch and runs up to his room.
Pushing everything off his desk, he quickly sits down at his computer and pulls up the report from the news and tracing over the red line that represented the fuel line.
Moving over to the plane schematic identical to the 747, Alex arranged the tracing paper over it and traces his finger over the line. The path starts over 'TOD' "First was Tod, then he moves to 'TERRY' "then it was Terry."
The line moves forward away from 'CARTER' toward the fuel pump "They're dying in the order they would've died. That's death's design" Alex is instantly more frightened as it occurs to him, he now knows who will be next "Ms. Lewton's next."
The clapping of hand made him twirl quickly in his chair he was half expecting to see the Angel from before but instead saw a teenage girl. Although she had the beauty of one he instantly knew she was no Angel.
"So you figured it out" she purred as she lay on his bed with her feet kicked up behind her, she would have looked like an innocent teenage girl, but something told Alex the redhead was dangerous.
"I'm guessing my brother paid you a lovely little visit," the girl sneered, and Alex instantly froze. "Your brother?" he gulped as the girl just grinned dangerously at him.
"You must be Thana?" The boy questioned, trying not to stutter as the redhead laughed melodically. "Of course I am, but you might know me better as Death" She smirked as Alex's face tightened in fear.
Suddenly Thana's eyes turned white, and Alex watching in shock as her black pupils turned into tiny skulls.
"What the fu..." before he could move, Thana's eyes returned back to a beautiful teal color, and she gave him a knowing grin "So who's going to get to her first?".
Following Thana's eyes, he looked down at the paper he was just writing on, and Ms. Lewton's name was now written in blood, gasping Alex's head shot back up.
But the redhead girl was gone, and he had a feeling he knew where she'd be.