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Okay, so no one has reviewed this story lately but I thought I'd continue anyway because I've been working on this ever since the second movie was in theatres so I'm not just going to abandon it because I don't get any reviews (sniff) But I really, really want reviews so please.....review. And for those of you who have read the latest chapter to "Why Can't I?" my fingers are a little better so here's another chapter. Please review!
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Chapter Ten
Planning
When Kimberly and Thomas finally arrived back at their apartment, neither of them were really sure what to do. The whole scene was too known, too familiar that it nearly drove Kimberly crazy, wondering why it was all happening again. She thought they had cheated death and she was dead wrong.
Thomas seemed to read her thoughts, sitting down on the couch and motioning for her to join him. He put a comforting arm around her shoulders when she sat down, gently kissing the crown of her head. "Why is this happening again?" Kimberly believed it was the first time any of them had spoken those words out loud. She glanced over at Thomas, who continued, "I thought new life stopped Death."
Kimberly didn't answer and didn't know how to; she simply stared straight ahead, her thoughts whirling around in her head. "I don't know..." She trailed off, sighing deeply and lowering her head. She didn't understand why she hadn't seen the explosion in the house, why she had seemingly lost her powers of premonition. Then Kimberly remembered smelling the gasoline in the apartment yesterday, it had been a sign after all. And the Chinese food-chop sticks from her dinner alone, they had been a sign too, only a more subtle one, spelling out the first letter of the first name of the visionary. Perhaps if she had been more open to the signs, she and Thomas wouldn't have be back on Death's list.
"But I do know that if we can find the girl that had the premonition, we can figure out a way to beat Death once and for all." Kimberly added, feeling more assured now despite her guilty feelings. "We have to find Altessa Adams."
Thomas looked at her, brows knitting together in confusion. "Wait, how do you know her name?" He didn't recall ever saying it or Kimberly ever asking what the teenager's name was.
The brunette turned her head to look at him, just as confused as he. "What? I don't know, I'm sure I heard it from you." She told him, not really understanding the significance of such a question. Thomas nodded once but he didn't look as though he really believed her but at least he kept silent about it. Sometimes, she felt as though he viewed her as some...supernatural freak, someone to be wary of or even feared. But Thomas never said anything and never left her so Kimberly never asked him about, never pressed the subject and always remained thankful for those small miracles.
Thomas nodded again and pushed the thoughts away as well. "Well, I could call everyone down to the station for questioning and you could talk to her then." He suggested, causing Kimberly to smile slightly.
"See, that's one of the perks of dating a police officer." Kimberly said, giving him a gentle kiss before standing up.
Thomas watched as she disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her; the silence in the apartment was suddenly filled by the sound of the shower running. With a sigh, he turned and faced the television, intent on seeing the news coverage for the accident. He figured he'd better enjoy the semi-mundane hours before everything turned completely upside down.
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Altessa wasn't surprised when she couldn't sleep, even though she hadn't gotten any sleep the previous night. She paced around the living room, which was completely shrouded in darkness, listening to her mother's strangled sobs drifting in from her bedroom. Her mother hadn't spoken more then three words to her since they had gotten home, looking at her like she was the one that had caused the accident in the first place. All Amanda cared about was that her husband and son were dead, Altessa might not have even existed.
But Altessa was used to being ignored by her mother, though this time it seemed to carry extra weight. She didn't understand why she had seen what she had and she had lost her father and brother too.
Finally, she gave up pacing and dropped onto the couch, pulling the worn quilt around her body even though she wasn't cold. Altessa grabbed the television remote and began flipping through channels, pausing when she saw a news report about the house explosion. One news reporter was talking to a police officer, who was explaining that they believed that a gas leak had triggered the explosion.
"Among the survivors of the freak accident are Kimberly Corman and Thomas Burke, who were the sole survivors of the pile up on Highway 23 exactly one year ago. The police reports from that time report that Corman had a vision of the pileup though nothing of that sort has been reported yet. However, police are investigating any foul play on Corman and Burke's part, though they are highly pessimistic of finding anything to tie them into the accident.
"Amongst those lost in the accident are real estate agent, Juliet Barley and the elderly owner of the house, Glen Harrison. High profile lawyer Donald Adams was also lost, as was his teenage son, Michael, who was killed after the explosion, impaled by a shard of wood from the house."
Altessa clicked off the television when they showed an old photo of her father, shutting her eyes tightly. She didn't understand why people had to drag out a person's pain and loss by making everyone experience it.
She remembered reading an article about Kimberly Corman the day before, that was why she had recognized the woman earlier in the day. The report had said that Kimberly had had a vision, seen the pileup before it happened, just like she had seen the house explosion.
Perhaps talking with Kimberly would finally help her understand what had happened. Thinking those thoughts finally helped her drift into a restless sleep.
Okay, so no one has reviewed this story lately but I thought I'd continue anyway because I've been working on this ever since the second movie was in theatres so I'm not just going to abandon it because I don't get any reviews (sniff) But I really, really want reviews so please.....review. And for those of you who have read the latest chapter to "Why Can't I?" my fingers are a little better so here's another chapter. Please review!
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Chapter Ten
Planning
When Kimberly and Thomas finally arrived back at their apartment, neither of them were really sure what to do. The whole scene was too known, too familiar that it nearly drove Kimberly crazy, wondering why it was all happening again. She thought they had cheated death and she was dead wrong.
Thomas seemed to read her thoughts, sitting down on the couch and motioning for her to join him. He put a comforting arm around her shoulders when she sat down, gently kissing the crown of her head. "Why is this happening again?" Kimberly believed it was the first time any of them had spoken those words out loud. She glanced over at Thomas, who continued, "I thought new life stopped Death."
Kimberly didn't answer and didn't know how to; she simply stared straight ahead, her thoughts whirling around in her head. "I don't know..." She trailed off, sighing deeply and lowering her head. She didn't understand why she hadn't seen the explosion in the house, why she had seemingly lost her powers of premonition. Then Kimberly remembered smelling the gasoline in the apartment yesterday, it had been a sign after all. And the Chinese food-chop sticks from her dinner alone, they had been a sign too, only a more subtle one, spelling out the first letter of the first name of the visionary. Perhaps if she had been more open to the signs, she and Thomas wouldn't have be back on Death's list.
"But I do know that if we can find the girl that had the premonition, we can figure out a way to beat Death once and for all." Kimberly added, feeling more assured now despite her guilty feelings. "We have to find Altessa Adams."
Thomas looked at her, brows knitting together in confusion. "Wait, how do you know her name?" He didn't recall ever saying it or Kimberly ever asking what the teenager's name was.
The brunette turned her head to look at him, just as confused as he. "What? I don't know, I'm sure I heard it from you." She told him, not really understanding the significance of such a question. Thomas nodded once but he didn't look as though he really believed her but at least he kept silent about it. Sometimes, she felt as though he viewed her as some...supernatural freak, someone to be wary of or even feared. But Thomas never said anything and never left her so Kimberly never asked him about, never pressed the subject and always remained thankful for those small miracles.
Thomas nodded again and pushed the thoughts away as well. "Well, I could call everyone down to the station for questioning and you could talk to her then." He suggested, causing Kimberly to smile slightly.
"See, that's one of the perks of dating a police officer." Kimberly said, giving him a gentle kiss before standing up.
Thomas watched as she disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her; the silence in the apartment was suddenly filled by the sound of the shower running. With a sigh, he turned and faced the television, intent on seeing the news coverage for the accident. He figured he'd better enjoy the semi-mundane hours before everything turned completely upside down.
* * *
Altessa wasn't surprised when she couldn't sleep, even though she hadn't gotten any sleep the previous night. She paced around the living room, which was completely shrouded in darkness, listening to her mother's strangled sobs drifting in from her bedroom. Her mother hadn't spoken more then three words to her since they had gotten home, looking at her like she was the one that had caused the accident in the first place. All Amanda cared about was that her husband and son were dead, Altessa might not have even existed.
But Altessa was used to being ignored by her mother, though this time it seemed to carry extra weight. She didn't understand why she had seen what she had and she had lost her father and brother too.
Finally, she gave up pacing and dropped onto the couch, pulling the worn quilt around her body even though she wasn't cold. Altessa grabbed the television remote and began flipping through channels, pausing when she saw a news report about the house explosion. One news reporter was talking to a police officer, who was explaining that they believed that a gas leak had triggered the explosion.
"Among the survivors of the freak accident are Kimberly Corman and Thomas Burke, who were the sole survivors of the pile up on Highway 23 exactly one year ago. The police reports from that time report that Corman had a vision of the pileup though nothing of that sort has been reported yet. However, police are investigating any foul play on Corman and Burke's part, though they are highly pessimistic of finding anything to tie them into the accident.
"Amongst those lost in the accident are real estate agent, Juliet Barley and the elderly owner of the house, Glen Harrison. High profile lawyer Donald Adams was also lost, as was his teenage son, Michael, who was killed after the explosion, impaled by a shard of wood from the house."
Altessa clicked off the television when they showed an old photo of her father, shutting her eyes tightly. She didn't understand why people had to drag out a person's pain and loss by making everyone experience it.
She remembered reading an article about Kimberly Corman the day before, that was why she had recognized the woman earlier in the day. The report had said that Kimberly had had a vision, seen the pileup before it happened, just like she had seen the house explosion.
Perhaps talking with Kimberly would finally help her understand what had happened. Thinking those thoughts finally helped her drift into a restless sleep.