BEFORE I START I WOULD LIKE TO THANK DAWLEY FOR REVIEWING MY FIC – GLAD SOMEONE LIKES THEM! IT MIGHT SEEM LIKE IT'S GOING A BIT FAST AT THE MOMENT, BUT THERE WILL BE A LOT MORE DEATHS (AND DON'T WORRY, I HAVE TONS OF IDEAS SO I WON'T KEEP YOU WAITING THERE!) I HAD EXAMS, SO I WASN'T ABLE TO UPDATE – BUT NOW THEY'RE FINALLY OVER SO EXPECT A LOT MORE UPDATES! ALSO I REALISE MY LAST CHAPTER WAS TOO LONG SO I WILL TRY TO MAKE THEM SHORTER AND MORE EXCITING.
"What a day…" Steve Somerfield sighed as he went into his house and dropped down onto the sofa. All he wanted now was some rest. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, two men were working on removing a faulty fan from the floor above his kitchen – and seeing as how he lived in a reasonably large house the sound echoed around it immensely.
Turning on the TV, he flicked through the channels, before a news story caught his eye.
"More shocking news now – it appears that Jessica Stevens and Matt Ecclestone both died today after falling off a cliff with their car, but what makes this seem even more bizarre is that it appears they were outside of the car when it fell off the cliff. Detectives are investigating the scene and urging anyone who knows anything to come forward."
'Terrible.' Thought Steve. 'So much Death in the world.'
Steve switched the TV back off, and got up to get himself a drink. Opening the fridge he searched around before settling on a carton of orange juice that was past its sell-by-date.
Taking a swig, he immediately started to feel nauseous and threw it away, looking for something else. Finding nothing, he thought he would just sit down and watch some more TV. It was getting late, and the men upstairs should have nearly finished on the fan by now – all they had to do was remove it, and take it to be repaired. First they were shutting off the electricity, and sorting out what they should do first, they had only arrived shortly before Steve did as they were held up by a car crash, but they'd be finished soon and then Steve would get some rest. But his rest was going to come quicker than he expected…
The lights flickered for a while, and the TV went momentarily off – but flickered back on after about two seconds. They were messing around with the electricity up there – they had to cut off the power to the chandeliers or be electrocuted in the process. Steve decided to go get a book to read as the TV was too fuzzy to make out what was on. He got up again, and walked over to the bookcase when he heard a loud crash from the kitchen.
He went into the kitchen and saw that his fridge had swung open – displaying a broken shelf and a can of beer that had spilt out and was flowing slowly towards the middle of the lounge. Steve sighed and went to go get a dishcloth, but was stopped when a hand touched his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" One of the workers said – making Steve jump slightly.
"Y-Yeah – just dropped something, that's all…how's the work going?"
"Nearly finished – we just need to set up the ladder in here if that's okay."
"Okay."
Two workers started to set up the ladder while Steve started to clean up the mess, it seemed to keep on flowing, even though the house wasn't on a particularly steep slope. It was almost as if it was flowing by itself.
"Ready?" The worker upstairs shouted down to the two men.
"Ready!"
A loud bang echoed through the house, followed by the crashing down of the chandelier onto Steve's spine, killing him instantly. Death had claimed another victim – he had led him to his doom and still had more to go…
"And in other news Steve Somerfield a local student at Highwood Community College died earlier today when a chandelier fell on him, killing him almost instantly."
John's heart skipped a beat. He realised what was happening now – or at least he thought he realised, he wasn't 100 sure. It seemed that Death was coming after those that had skipped it. Then that would mean that either he or George were next…he had to get to George, just to be sure. But what he didn't know was that Death had already started its plan for George, and John wasn't going to stop him.
John ran for the door, and tried to open it – it was stuck. He banged and kicked it. It still refused to open – he tried the window, but still nothing. It became obvious to him that Death was trying to stop him from saving George. He had to find some way out of the house. He had to save George. John grabbed a chair and smashed the window open – he could pay for that later. He clambered out of the window, and his lighter slipped out of his pocket, landing on the ground, creating a spark.
John landed on the grass outside, just as the room he'd previously been in exploded – he jumped forward shielding his head. Looking backwards he saw the entire room on fire. He had narrowly escaped Death. But he couldn't worry about that now, for all he knew it had skipped him and wouldn't go after him for a while at least. He had to go and save George.
Death may not have stopped John from saving George, but he certainly slowed him down enough to kill off George. George, meanwhile, was completely unaware of the dangers that lurked ahead. He rested the knife he was spreading butter onto bread with down onto the edge of the side table opposite the TV and went to go heat up his sandwich. Turning the microwave on, he poured himself a drink of coke with ice – he was getting ready to watch a film he had been looking forward to all week.
George sipped at his drink before going back into the lounge. He turned on the fan next to the TV to get some air flowing through the room and sat back down – flicking through the channels. The microwave beeped twice, George got up to get his sandwich then the microwave promptly exploded – causing him to drop his glass in shock, spilling his coke everywhere, and shattering the glass into several sharp pieces.
He rushed over to the microwave; it was completely bust – he was lucky not to have been in there when it happened. He decided to worry about it tomorrow as it was getting late and wasn't that important anyway – he wanted to watch the film he'd been looking forward to and not be disturbed. But there was no chance of him getting disturbed after what was going to happen to him shortly…
He went back over to the sofa, and, forgetting about the mess his coke had made, stepped on one of the ice cubes, and fell forwards to the ground. He fell onto the knife, which propelled itself into the fan – George got up but hit the ground again after the knife lodged itself into his head. Death had managed to seemingly skip John, but had caught up with George. John pounded on the door, not realising that it was already too late for his best friend, and soon it would be too late for him too…
OKAY WELL THE 1st DEATH WAS SORT OF A HOMAGE TO AN "ONLY FOOLS AND HORSES" EPISODE (EXCEPT WITHOUT THE GRUESOME DEATH OBVIOUSLY) AND THE SECOND ONE WAS GOING TO BE A SKIPPED ONE, BUT SINCE THE FIRST WAS KINDA PREDICTABLE I THOUGHT I'D DO ANOTHER ONE INVOLVING FANS (HENCE THE TITLE) – NEXT CHAPTER, DEATHS WILL BE MORE SUBTLE – THIS CHAPTER IS JUST TO SORT OF TELL PEOPLE THAT I HAVEN'T GIVEN UP COMPLETELY ON THIS FIC AND WAS BUSY, BUT NOW WILL UPDATE WHENEVER I CAN.