Trudy and her friends sat in Trudy's living room; soft music played from the radio and that made the mood even more unnerving than it already was. "How do you supposed we cheat death?" Jake asked; his arm around Trudy's shoulders. "I don't know. It's all just happening so fast," she answered.
"I think I know who to ask,"
Everybody looked at Michelle. "What do you mean?"
"Remember the survivor from the plane crash and the survivor from death?"
"Yeah. I know who you're talking about but right now her name isn't coming to me."
They all sat in silent until Trudy gasped. "I know!! I know who she is!! I also know the survivor of the pile-up. My mom knows her dad!!"
"Who is she Trudy?" Michelle asked.
"Their names are Clear Rivers and Kimberly (sorry……don't know her last name. Forgot……^^;;;;).
"Oh yeah……" Micheal chimed in. "Let's go visit her."
"Yeah. My knows where Kimberly lives and probably in what mental house Clear is."
Trudy stood up and went into the kitchen. The remains of Karina were nowhere in sight; at least not to Trudy. Her mom was frying some chicken in a frying pan when Trudy went up to her. "Mom?"
Her mom turned around; the frying pan dangerously close to Trudy.
Her mom saw this and put down the pan. "Sorry. Now, what did you come in here for?"
"Do you know where Kimberly lives?"
Her mom nodded and told her the address. "Do you know where Clear Rivers lives?"
Her mother also gave her that.
Trudy ran back into the living room and told her friends what her mother told her. "Okay, let's go right now." Micheal said. They all nodded and grabbed their coats. They ran out the door and hopped into Michelle's car and drove off; first to Kimberly's house.
Kimberly was tending to her new baby; Tom's baby. The little girl was a brunette like her mother and her eyes were that of her father's. Kimberly smiled and saw the glimmering brightness of her daughter's eyes as she too smiled. For a 3 year old, the little girl was very optimistic and joyful. Her mother always worried that she would get premonitions about her friends and her dying and hoped that that gene didn't get passed on.
The door bell rang and echoed through the house. "I'll be back Chelsea," she smiled at her daughter. "Okay mommy," Chelsea nodded.
Kimberly went to the door and opened the door. Four strangers stood outside of her house. "Can I help you?" Kimberly looked at all of them with fright and worry.
"Are you Kimberly?" Trudy asked, "The Kimberly that predicted the pile-up on high way 180?"
Kimberly stayed silent. "Yes," she said after a while. "Yes. I am her. Come on in." She moved to one side and let them inside.
The four friends sat at the couch and watched as Kimberly brought lemonade. "Did one of you have a premonition?"
"Yeah." Trudy said.
"I heard about the accident at the fair. Is that what you saw?"
"Yeah, and already 2 of our friends are dead. We came to ask you-"
"How you can cheat death?"
"Yes," Trudy responded.
"To cheat death, a new life has to be born." Kimberly looked from one face to the other. "New life?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kimberly nodded. Obviously these teenagers had no clue what new life meant. "Yes. What that means is that a new life has to be born and then death will give up……but that's not always the case."
"What do you mean it's not always the case?"
"Yeah, because when I had the premonition, there was a woman who was pregnant and she survived. Afterwards, her baby was born. Then, while me and Tom were celebrating with the parents of one survivor that wasn't in the pile-up but was supposed to die by an incoming news van. He died because of an explosion."
"What's another way to prevent death, Kim?"
Michelle said her name like if she had known her for some time. Ignoring what Michelle called her, Kimberly answered, "You must intervene. Then the order your supposed to die will get screwed up."
"So what you're saying is that if one of us intervenes when somebody is supposed to die, the order will get messed up and that person will survive?"
"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying," Kimberly stood up and went to get her daughter. "Let's go to where Clear is and we'll talk with her,"
Trudy nodded and so did her friends. They followed Kimberly to a white jeep and got in. They drove in silence to the mental house Clear Rivers stayed in. "Why is Clear here? Is she crazy or something?" Jake asked.
"No, she's in here on her own free will," Kimberly answered turning the ignition off.
The 6 people walked into the asylum. They put all their sharp objects into little blue plastic buckets and then were led into Clear's room.
The room was padded with soft pillows on the roof, and the sides. A camera was put close to the door to inspect the people that entered and left. "Good evening Kimberly. You got new friends I see." Clear greeted not warmly, not in a bad way, but in the middle. "Good evening Clear," Kimberly smiled warmly. "This is Trudy. She sees premonitions,"
Trudy walked to the front and smiled at Clear. "Were you at that accident at the fair?"
"Actually, I saw it." Trudy answered.
"Death just keeps going doesn't it?"
"Alright," Clear stated, "Let's go to your house Trudy and safe proof it. Then we'll talk about this, okay?"
Trudy nodded. They all left the asylum after getting their things and drove in silence the rest of the way to Trudy's house.
They all entered. Trudy's parents were nowhere in sight and her little sister was probably at a friends house.
"Alright, everybody get duct tape, plastic coverings and avoid anything sharp and dangerous. You never know when death will strike." Kimberly commanded to everybody.
Trudy went to the storage closet next to the stairs and opened the door. She sighed and under her breath said, "You've got to be kidding me,"
There were pointed hooks, fishing poles, poisonous household cleaners and tuna cans.
Carefully and slowly; while looking at the sharp objects; Trudy got the duct tape but then was bombarded with falling objects. She screamed, but escaped. She breathed heavily. Then she saw another message written at the far end of the wall.
Do you think death is going to quit?
Do you think it'll stop and let your friends be?
Do you?
Well, that won't be likely my friend.
The next person to die is also important to you and he will die a gruesome and painful death. Watch out for the following fence!!
Trudy raised an eyebrow. This was getting weirder by the second. She got up with the duct tape and ran to her friends. "Guys, I just saw another message."
"What did it say?" Clear asked.
"It said that somebody else important to me is going to die: by a falling fence."
"We have to keep watch. Let's duct tape everything and then we'll talk about this."
Everybody did just that and soon the house was safely covered with duct tape, plastic coverings and kept the sharp objects locked away.
"So," Clear threw herself on the couch, "who was the next person to die in your premonition?"
"Let me think," Trudy paced the room, unsure and forgotten about the next victim. She stopped and her eyes were thoughtful. "………" She looked at Micheal, a sad look on her face. Michelle also looked at Micheal, a shocked look on her face. "It's Micheal,"
"This is bullshit!! You know that Trudy?! Just bull shit!!" Micheal exclaimed.
"That was in my fucking premonition!!" Trudy argued back.
Everybody else watched this and Jake bolted up. "Stop fucking screaming at my girlfriend you bastard! If she said she saw it her premonition than she did!!"
Micheal was aghast and taken back. Jake had never called him bastard in his life. Now was the first time. "That's it!! I'm going for a fucking walk!! Come with me Michelle!!" As he was about to step out the door, Kimberly got in his way. Her eyes were ablaze with anger. "It's too fucking dangerous out there!! If you're the next one to die than it'll be easier for death!!"
Micheal ignored her and pushed through her outstretched arm. Michelle was right behind him.
Outside, cold wind blew and snow started falling. Michelle walked alongside Micheal; putting up her coat for warmth. Micheal did the same; his coat hood over his head.
A fence was dangerously loose on a construction rope.
Trudy looked out the window and saw the fence. "Oh my god!!" She ran outside. "Micheal!!"
Micheal and Michelle turned around. "What do you fucking want?" Micheal asked in a tone full of anger and fear. "The fence is right there!!"
Micheal and Michelle saw the fence and looked back at Trudy. "So?" Micheal insisted.
"Fine!! Die!! For all I fucking care!!" Trudy stomped back to the house.
As Micheal and Michelle walked under the fence, the rope suspending it started breaking apart.
It then broke completely and went falling down. Michelle saw this and tried to push Micheal out of the way but the fence cut both of them into bite sized pieces; blood turning brown in the snow.
Trudy gasped and ran outside. "No!! That fucking idiot!!" Trudy sobbed.
Sirens were heard in the distance.
Trudy looked at the remains of her friends and tears glided with grace down her cheeks. The sirens got closer until they were surrounding Trudy, Jake, Clear and Kimberly.
The officers inspected the scene with little tongs and plastic bags.
One of the officers; the same one at the fair accident; came up to Trudy and her friends. "Miss Trudy? Do you know anything about this?"
"Yes," Trudy confessed, "Yes I do."
"Follow us officer," Clear motioned with her finger for the officer to follow. The went into Trudy's house and went towards the utility closet.
"Look there," Trudy pointed.
The officer looked. "What am I looking at?"
"There's a message there," Jake said.
"I don't see any message……"
"What?!" Trudy shoved the officer out of the way and dropped her mouth open.
There was no message there anymore.
