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Chapter Seven
Premonition
Kimberly found that she couldn't take her eyes off the different areas of the house; the architecture, the colors and the high sloping ceilings captured and kept her attention, everything swimming together. Beside her, Thomas was also taken by the house and as he scanned the area, let out a low whistle.
"I think this is the largest house I've ever been in." He muttered to her, looking at the brunette and studying her, as though he was trying to read her thoughts.
Kimberly simply nodded, a silent agreement; perhaps living in a cramped apartment for almost a year had warped her vision, making everything seem larger then in actually was. But the other people around her seemed equally awed by the size and beauty of the post Civil War house.
As she wandered the large living room and entrance hall, Kimberly felt the nagging feeling return, gnawing at her gut, a cold pit wrapped around her stomach. She paused for a second but then decided to shrug the feelings off, contributing them simply to the fact that today was the one-year mark of the pileup. She wondered if she would have this feeling every year, and hoped not. And as she stared at the sweeping design of the house, Kimberly wondered what set her apart from everyone else, what supernatural law gave her the ability to see Death's design and not be able to do anything about it, constantly feeling helpless.
Try as she might, Kimberly found herself unable to push the thoughts those thoughts from her mind, though she knew it was impossible. Death was never far from her mind.
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Altessa squinted her eyes, peering into the darkness above her, running her fingers along the oaken guard rail that twisted with the stair well. As she blinked, trying to see through the din, she realized that a semi-familiar smell tickled her nose. At first she couldn't place it, though she felt as though it was familiar, but only in her dreams; it was oppressive, intoxicating and Altessa sniffed, rubbing her nose with the palm of her hand.
No one else seemed to notice the smell or if they did, it didn't bother them too much. "Altessa." Her father's voice broke her reverie, taking her thoughts away from the implacable smell.
Blinking again, feeling as though she had been currently in her own world, Altessa was suddenly aware of what was happening around her. The real estate agent, Juliet something-or-other, was talking to those who actually cared about the house, telling those gathered around her that, despite its location, the house was in the Mt. Abraham School District. Morgan was still rattling on, though no it sounded like she was chiding someone and, judging by the sounds of a slight quarrel coming from her boyfriend and brother's direction, Altessa figured that her friend was talking to them.
The sound of shattering glass caused Altessa to whirl around and the room to go silent. As soon as Altessa turned to see what had caused the noise, the smothering smell that had before only tickled her nose now struck her in full force. It didn't take her long to figure out what it was and kicked herself for not realizing it before; the smell was gasoline, the same smell that had haunted her nightmares for the past year.
For a second, everything became blurred and Altessa felt dizzy, confused, trying to figure out if she was suffering another nightmare. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to regain herself and when she opened her eyes, everything seemed normal for the moment, the smell in the back of her mind.
Altessa frowned when she saw what had caused the shattering sound: a vase had broken onto the floor and standing beside the ruin were Shane and Michael, looking extremely guilty. Judging by the looks on their faces, it appeared that their little verbal quarrel had turned into something more, with the result being the broken vase. Doug began yelling at the teenagers, not only his son but Shane as well, while Amanda began apologizing profusely to anyone who would listen.
The smell returned around and Altessa glanced around, realizing that no one else was paying attention to anything other then her family skeptical. Except for the woman that she still hadn't managed to place, who looked just as confused as Altessa felt. There eyes met again and the smell began even more over-powering and suddenly, more members of the assorted party began to take notice. For a moment, Altessa felt slightly reassured, knowing now that she wasn't losing her mind, that she wasn't the only one who smelt the gas.
"I think there's a gas leak in this house." Someone muttered, though Altessa didn't really see who. That was a fact that she already knew, felt like she had known for a year now but hearing someone say it out loud was strange and she didn't know how to react.
Outside, the wind could clearly be heard, having picked up from a gentle breeze to a strong force in just minutes. Spidery tree branches were pushed around by the wind, scraping against the windows, swaying with the live power lines that intertwined between the leafless branches.
No one moved or spoke, breathing in the toxic air without meaning to, a simple, deadly, reflex. A snapping sound filled the house, coming from outside, nearly drowned out by a deafening crash; a thick, massive branch from an adjacent tree came crashing through the window, knocked lose by the wind. With it came a sparking power line, jumping amidst the branches.
Altessa saw the power line, smelt the gas and suddenly knew what her nightmare had been about. But she was confused, trying to decide if it was even possible to see Death before it happened.
She got her answer when the gasoline caught fire, consuming the gas filled house, followed by another deafening explosion.
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Okay, so this chapter was a little scattered, sorry about that. Please review and I'll post another chapter!
Chapter Seven
Premonition
Kimberly found that she couldn't take her eyes off the different areas of the house; the architecture, the colors and the high sloping ceilings captured and kept her attention, everything swimming together. Beside her, Thomas was also taken by the house and as he scanned the area, let out a low whistle.
"I think this is the largest house I've ever been in." He muttered to her, looking at the brunette and studying her, as though he was trying to read her thoughts.
Kimberly simply nodded, a silent agreement; perhaps living in a cramped apartment for almost a year had warped her vision, making everything seem larger then in actually was. But the other people around her seemed equally awed by the size and beauty of the post Civil War house.
As she wandered the large living room and entrance hall, Kimberly felt the nagging feeling return, gnawing at her gut, a cold pit wrapped around her stomach. She paused for a second but then decided to shrug the feelings off, contributing them simply to the fact that today was the one-year mark of the pileup. She wondered if she would have this feeling every year, and hoped not. And as she stared at the sweeping design of the house, Kimberly wondered what set her apart from everyone else, what supernatural law gave her the ability to see Death's design and not be able to do anything about it, constantly feeling helpless.
Try as she might, Kimberly found herself unable to push the thoughts those thoughts from her mind, though she knew it was impossible. Death was never far from her mind.
* * *
Altessa squinted her eyes, peering into the darkness above her, running her fingers along the oaken guard rail that twisted with the stair well. As she blinked, trying to see through the din, she realized that a semi-familiar smell tickled her nose. At first she couldn't place it, though she felt as though it was familiar, but only in her dreams; it was oppressive, intoxicating and Altessa sniffed, rubbing her nose with the palm of her hand.
No one else seemed to notice the smell or if they did, it didn't bother them too much. "Altessa." Her father's voice broke her reverie, taking her thoughts away from the implacable smell.
Blinking again, feeling as though she had been currently in her own world, Altessa was suddenly aware of what was happening around her. The real estate agent, Juliet something-or-other, was talking to those who actually cared about the house, telling those gathered around her that, despite its location, the house was in the Mt. Abraham School District. Morgan was still rattling on, though no it sounded like she was chiding someone and, judging by the sounds of a slight quarrel coming from her boyfriend and brother's direction, Altessa figured that her friend was talking to them.
The sound of shattering glass caused Altessa to whirl around and the room to go silent. As soon as Altessa turned to see what had caused the noise, the smothering smell that had before only tickled her nose now struck her in full force. It didn't take her long to figure out what it was and kicked herself for not realizing it before; the smell was gasoline, the same smell that had haunted her nightmares for the past year.
For a second, everything became blurred and Altessa felt dizzy, confused, trying to figure out if she was suffering another nightmare. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to regain herself and when she opened her eyes, everything seemed normal for the moment, the smell in the back of her mind.
Altessa frowned when she saw what had caused the shattering sound: a vase had broken onto the floor and standing beside the ruin were Shane and Michael, looking extremely guilty. Judging by the looks on their faces, it appeared that their little verbal quarrel had turned into something more, with the result being the broken vase. Doug began yelling at the teenagers, not only his son but Shane as well, while Amanda began apologizing profusely to anyone who would listen.
The smell returned around and Altessa glanced around, realizing that no one else was paying attention to anything other then her family skeptical. Except for the woman that she still hadn't managed to place, who looked just as confused as Altessa felt. There eyes met again and the smell began even more over-powering and suddenly, more members of the assorted party began to take notice. For a moment, Altessa felt slightly reassured, knowing now that she wasn't losing her mind, that she wasn't the only one who smelt the gas.
"I think there's a gas leak in this house." Someone muttered, though Altessa didn't really see who. That was a fact that she already knew, felt like she had known for a year now but hearing someone say it out loud was strange and she didn't know how to react.
Outside, the wind could clearly be heard, having picked up from a gentle breeze to a strong force in just minutes. Spidery tree branches were pushed around by the wind, scraping against the windows, swaying with the live power lines that intertwined between the leafless branches.
No one moved or spoke, breathing in the toxic air without meaning to, a simple, deadly, reflex. A snapping sound filled the house, coming from outside, nearly drowned out by a deafening crash; a thick, massive branch from an adjacent tree came crashing through the window, knocked lose by the wind. With it came a sparking power line, jumping amidst the branches.
Altessa saw the power line, smelt the gas and suddenly knew what her nightmare had been about. But she was confused, trying to decide if it was even possible to see Death before it happened.
She got her answer when the gasoline caught fire, consuming the gas filled house, followed by another deafening explosion.
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Okay, so this chapter was a little scattered, sorry about that. Please review and I'll post another chapter!