A/N: I'm sorry if the last chapter (or my French: damn you, free translations!) confused anyone. If Summer's death confused you, it would help to read (or re-read) the summary I put up. For those of you, like me, who are too lazy to go find the summary, here it is: Summer in Newport is boring. Marissa wishes something would happen. How about a mass murderer on the loose, bent on killing her and her friends and family? Summer in Newport is about to be shaken up a bit. Does that clear it up a bit? No? My apologies.

Also, Seth's line "I swear to drunk I'm not God," is dedicated to my friend Becca. Good times, good times…

He slammed his fist into the wall. Damn it, that nosy friend of hers had ruined everything. Marissa should have drank that water: in fact, he had it all planned out. He was going to "forget" their drinks, put extra extra extra salt in whatever she had ordered, and then deliver one drink: the water with the poisoned ice cube. She'd be so thirty she'd drink it right up. But no, that nosy bitch had to have come in and screw it all up. He honestly had no idea why he had put the poison in the drink: he should have realized that without following the rest of the plan (i.e., the salt in the food), it wouldn't work. Anyone could have drunk that water. There was no guarantee that Marissa would have. He hadn't meant for anyone but Marissa to be involved, this screwed it all up.

Wait. Or did it?

If Marissa had died on this spot, her friends and family would be suspicious. They would have field an investigation at the restaurant, and it soon would be discovered that he was one of the few (if not the only) working there with a criminal record.

Maybe this could be good. Better than good. Great. The flaw in his plan had been fixed.

The only thing left to do was to figure out how to kill the rest of them…

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Summer's funeral was the most horrible thing Marissa had ever seen in her life. She could only watch as the minister said a prayer as they lowered her best friend in the world into the ground.

She could only imagine how hard it was for Seth. She was more than a friend to him, they were in love. Marissa knew that for her, eventually the pain would recede, and Summer wouldn't be the only the on her mind, all day and all night.

But for Seth, the pain would never go away. Every day, he would wake up and realize that he would never see the love of his life again. Marissa didn't know what she would do if she ever lost Ryan. He was there, right now, next to her, holding her hand. She didn't realize she was crying until Ryan handed her a tissue.

But her face was not the only one that tears were falling down. Seth was crying, too.

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After the funeral, Seth had nothing left. Nothing left to do, and nothing left to live for.

He wandered around, not noticing where his feet were taking him, until someone spoke. "You lost there, son?"

He looked up. He had walked into a bar, and the tender was talking to him.

He shrugged.

"You look depressed," the bartender continued.

Seth laughed hollowly. "That's one way to put it."

He poured Seth a drink. "It'll cheer you up."

"Nothing'll cheer me up." Seth retorted, but he took a seat at the counter anyways.

"Drink it. It won't hurt you."

"But I'm not twen-" He stopped. For once in his life, he had the opportunity to get alcohol without being I.D'd, and this was not the time to refuse the offer.

He cautiously lifted the glass, and took a small sip.

The world did not come crashing down. The sky did not fall in. There weren't any holes in the earth, and as far as Seth could see, there wasn't a wall of fire.

He did not die from illegal drinking. The teachers at school had been lying since fifth grade.

He took another sip. And another. And another. In fifteen seconds, the glass was empty, and the bartender quickly refilled it.

By his eighth drink, he was more than a little bit tipsy. He didn't notice when someone came out of the bar, and took over for the bartender, or when the new tender poured him something with a considerable amount more alcohol.

"Want to try a shot?" the bartender asked after Seth's fifteenth glass.

"Thanks no, drinking done I am," he slurred.

"You alright there?" someone asked. "Have you had a little too much beer?"

"I swear to drunk I'm not God."

He reached out for the glass, missing several times. It was smaller than the last fifteen had been.

"Wowwy, the glass is shrinking. Looky there!" Seth garbled.

"Drink it really fast," the tender advised.

"Whatever you say, Daddy!" Seth said, drinking the shot.

After fifteen drinks and six shots, Seth was completely smashed. "One more, one more, thassit," he said, groping for his final shot.

He raised it high, and poured it into his mouth.

He stayed perfectly still for ten seconds.

The next thing anyone knew, he had fallen off the stool, and had turned ash-white.

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"Mr. Cohen? Mrs. Cohen?" the nurse called.

They anxiously stood up. "Is Seth all right?" Kirsten asked.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. Seth has passed on."

"What? How? You all said he'd be fine."

"We weren't sure, Mrs. Cohen. We thought he could make it, but after twenty-one drinks, his liver was shot. It was alcohol poisoning."

Sandy ran his fingers through his hair. "No. No. You're lying. Seth's here. He's in the room, right down the hall. We saw him! He was alive!"

"I'm sorry."

Ryan and Marissa had been listening from across the room. They saw a nurse approach the Cohen's, and by their expressions, they could tell what had happened.

"Oh, no." Marissa whispered.

"Do you think-" Ryan asked.

"I don't want to."

"But do you?"

"Do I think he's… gone?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Yeah."

Ryan exhaled loudly. "What the hell is going on here?"

"What?"

"First Summer, now Seth. What's gonna happen next?"

"I don't know," she said quietly.

"Do you think… maybe… I don't know… but maybe it wasn't a coincidence."

"You think maybe… someone's out to get us? Is that what you're saying?"

"I don't know."

Marissa laughed. "That's ridiculous."

"Maybe it is. But maybe it isn't."

A/N: Sorry if this depressed you all. If you have a clue of what's really going on, review and let me know. I want to see if anyone's caught one yet. Even if you have no idea where the hell I'm going with this, still review, please.

Also. To be honest, currently I'm prioritizing my other story, The Difference, over this, but that could change easily. But it will probably take longer to update this than it does for that.

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