"We've got to hurry before anyone else gets hurt!"
They drove up the road towards Barry's house. They didn't know whether they were too late, or whether they would be just in time to see Barry meet his unfortunate demise. It was raining. Hard. It was dangerous weather to go out in, but they didn't matter, as long as they could save as many people as possible. Driving up the road, they passed George Dobson pumping up his bicycle tyre, who, unknown to them, was one of the few people who never managed to get on the train in the first place. And it was his turn next.
They carried on up the road, and lightning cracked through the air, striking a nearby tree. A tree fell in front of them, and one of its branches fell onto their bonnet, drooping over the edge, causing them to swerve to the wrong side of the road. A lorry hooted it's horn, swerving to avoid them, and running over the tree in the process, destroying both of its tyres, and its sense of balance. It flipped onto its side, and started rolling down the hill. George tried to move out of the way, but it was too late. He was no more than a pile of goo now. The truck eased to a stop, on its side.
"Oh my God!"
"What should we do?"
"Call an ambulance then get to Barry. We're obviously trying to be stopped by someone…or something."
John called an ambulance, then carried on around the tree. It was only a few more minutes. They just hoped they weren't too late.
Barry was in his garden when it started to rain, mowing the lawn. Now, he was just packing it away before it got rusty. He went up to it, but then something awful happened. Lightning struck the lawnmower, sending the top bit of it flying, into a nearby apple tree. Barry went over to the get the top bit out of the apple tree, wearing gloves, but failed to realise that his foot was caught up in one of the cables. When he did realise however, it was too late for him to do anything about it, for as soon as he tugged on it, the lawnmower started up. Heading straight for him. He turned round, and sliced his neck on the burning top bit of the lawnmower, firmly wedged into the tree.
He brought his hand up to his neck, and felt the blood ooze down his glove. He once again tried to remove his foot, but couldn't. The lawnmower was getting closer, and seeing as how it now no longer had a top, it was highly dangerous if he were to fall onto it. Barry tugged and tugged, but to no avail.
"Help!" He screamed, hoping that someone might hear his cries.
"Barry? Is that you?"
"John?"
"Barry, where are you?"
"In the garden!"
John and Laura just managed to get to the garden in time to see Barry tripping, and falling face first into the lawnmower, jamming it up, and stopping its constant whirring.
"Oh God…"
"We have to get the others. We can't let this happen again."
They rushed back to their car, as there was now no hope for Barry, but there was still hope for the others, and they had to do all they could for them. But there was one person who they could do nothing for. Harriet Stubworth, who was sitting at home with her husband, Mark, and their son, David, both of whom should have died in the train crash.
Only it was Harriet's turn first.
"Open the window will you Mark?"
"Sure."
Mark went over to the window, and slowly opened it; the room filled with a breeze of fresh air. Dust that had collected onto the windowsill circulated the air for a few minutes, before blowing into Mark's face, causing Mark to sneeze. Mark stumbled backward because of the shock and tripped over his shoelace. Frantically, he lunged out for something to grab, and caught the curtain. He pulled it, and heard a loud ripping sound. He fell down, and the curtain fell on top of him.
"Mark! Are you okay?"
"Yes I'm fine. Just a little sore."
"Honestly, my good curtains, you really should be more careful."
"I'm sorry dear. I didn't mean to." Mark said, straightening up the other curtain.
The curtain rail swung round, facing outwards, before plunging downwards into Harriet's chest, killing her almost instantly. It was too late for her, but John and Laura were going to do their best in saving as many people as they could, and they had made a good start by rounding up everyone in Neil's apartment. Or so they thought.
"What's
with all the boxes?"
"I'm just settling in so there's
no heating at the moment, also there's not much room because of all
these dumb boxes everywhere. I'll open one of the windows."
Neil opened the window next to his grand piano, which had an armchair and a few cans of beer.
"Why do you still have that piano? This place can't fit it in!"
"I'm trying to get rid of it, but no-one likes playing music these days, they prefer listening to it."
"Oh. Well good luck selling it."
"Do you want-"
"No."
"Oh."
"Is everyone here?"
"All except Jerry, Mark and Laura. They should be here any minute."
Mark and Laura were just outside, waiting for the sign to say "Walk". Soon enough it flickered "Walk", and Mark started crossing the road; he glanced back and saw Laura still standing there.
"Are you coming or what?"
No sooner had he said that, than a car zoomed past him, way past the speed limit.
"Oh my God…" Laura muttered.
"What?"
"Because I was saved, it might have just skipped you."
"So who's next?"
"We have to get to Neil's apartment, now!"
Back at Neil's apartment, they were drawing out a plan of what to do if they were in trouble.
"Everyone use these cellphones and contact me if they're in trouble."
"So what, do you know how we're gonna die or what?"
"Well, I know that it's Mark's turn next, then it's Jerry's, and then…it's yours."
"What?
But that's not very long! The other two could be dead already."
"Then you're next."
"No! No, I'm not next!"
"I'm
afraid you might be."
Neil put his hand into one of the
boxes, and drew out an axe.
"No, I won't ever die! I'll fight this thing, and anything in connection with it." Neil cried, pointing the axe in John's direction. "Starting with you."
Neil swung the axe at John, narrowly missing.
"This
whole death thing is total bull-crap! Death doesn't have a design!
We all got off that train and now we're all safe!"
"How
do you explain the other deaths then?"
"I dunno, you did it probably, just to get some attention. Well, you'll be getting all the attention you want where you're going…" Neil said, swinging even faster.
"Neil, put the axe down."
Neil swung at John's legs, but John managed to get out of the way, and he ended up hitting the piano leg instead. John ducked past him, and got to the other side of the room.
"Put
the axe down, Neil."
"No, I won't let you tell me what to
do! You don't know when I'm going to die, and you can't predict
the future! Just stay the hell away from me!"
He swung at John again.
"Neil,
put it down."
"NO!"
John lunged at Neil, and tackled him into the piano. The piano's leg gave way, and the armchair started sliding off; the beer cans were no longer there, someone had taken them whilst all the commotion was going on. Neil tried to stop the armchair, but it was too late, it had disappeared out of the window, plummeting towards the ground.
"Uh-oh."
The next thing they heard were screams coming from outside. They looked out and saw that the armchair had hit someone.
"Oh my God! Now look what you've done, you've hit someone!"
"That
must be Jerry…what a way to go."
"No, it can't be
Jerry."
"Oh my God, Jerry!" Laura screamed, "it is him!"
"No! It can't be…you were right, that means I'm next…no, I won't be, I'll defeat this!"
Neil ran out of the room and headed towards the elevator, he pressed the buttons and got in it as soon as it arrived.
"Neil,
wait!"
"No, I have to fight, I won't let myself die!"
"Nothing can cheat Death."
Dominic rushed out of the room, and stopped the elevator from going anywhere by putting his hands in the way, stopping the doors. Little did he know that someone downstairs, David Stubworth, was trying to get up to go to the meeting. He had been held up because of the recent misfortune of Jerry's demise.
The elevator couldn't take the strain much longer. It started to creak, as it was confused what to do, something was holding it up. The wires stretched, and began to fray, sparking electricity everywhere. Of course, this was unknown to both Dominic and Neil, both of whom didn't suspect a thing. Laura on the other hand, thought something must be up, as they were both next on the list, and were in the same place…at the same time.
"Dominic get out of there!"
Laura pushed Dominic out of the way, just as the elevator plummeted to the ground, sending Neil to his grisly death.
"Ah, the elevators here." Thought David Stubworth. "Finally."
When the flames from inside the elevator caught the oxygen outside, there was a massive explosion, shattering the windows, and frying David to a crisp. There was no chance he could have survived. Death was rapidly picking them off, but some were being skipped along the way. Oh well, two out of three ain't bad.
TO BE CONTINUED…
THAT WAS A BIT RUSHED (HENCE THE RAPIDLY PICKING THEM OFF), BUT I DIDN'T WANT THIS TO BE TOO MUCH PLOT, ALTHOUGH THERE WILL BE A TWIST IN THE PLOT LATER ON.
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