OKAY, I'VE DONE SOMETHING WEIRD HERE – I'VE ALREADY KILLED OFF THE MAIN CHARACTER WHO HAD THE PREMONITION BY ACCIDENT, BUT ITS NO WORRY – I SEEM TO HAVE SWITCHED MAIN CHARACTERS TO JOHN, WHO FOR SOME REASON I ACTUALLY PREFER AS A CHARACTER. MORE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT COMING UP SO ITS NOT JUST DEATHS IN THIS CHAPTER BUT ALSO STORY.
John banged at George's door – little did he know he was already too late. George was lying on the floor now, the knife impaled in his skull. John glanced through the window and saw George lying there. He knew he was too late. If only he hadn't been caught up by the window jamming. Oh well, he thought, at least I can save the others, if not George.
He hauled himself up and ran towards his house, to get his car – so he could warn the next people. After he had realised what was going on, he had gone back to the docks and found most of the tickets, so he vaguely knew the order they would go in. If he was right, it would be Luke Dairy's turn next.
His house was oddly all extinguished now, the fire had burnt down to just a few flames here and there. John got into his car and started the engine. He put his foot down and immediately reversed into a bicycle he'd left outside. That's odd, he thought – I could swear I left it in drive. He set off again, not realising the trail of petrol he was leaving behind.
It was quite a way to Luke's house, and John just hoped he'd get there in time. George was gone – his one hope of fully understanding how or why he had the premonition, but he realised what was happening, and realised that it was up to him to save as many as possible. Swerving round the corner, he drew closer towards Luke's house. Back at his house, the sparks were still flying, and one caught the trail of petrol and slowly crept closer towards John's car.
John parked the car, and ran towards the door – but stopped in pain, slamming into the door. Weird images were going through his mind. He saw fire, and some sort of explosion. Luke opened the door in his pyjamas – it was late, but John had to do whatever he could to save anyone, no matter what time it was.
"What do you want at this hour? It's 2:00 in the morning!"
"Luke, get inside. Now. I'll explain when we're inside."
"Look, what do you want?"
The fire crept closer and closer. No-one noticed the sharp blaze down the left side of the road John had come up from their houses – they were all sound asleep. But what John didn't realise was that it was still his turn – Death had just slowed him down, he never meant to kill him…
John clutched his head again – he was having another vision. This time it was of a wine bottle and a running chainsaw. He noticed that Luke had a bottle of wine of the side table in his living room. John ran and grabbed it, then smashed it down just outside the front door.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Saving you from Death!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Okay, do you have any other bottles of wine anywhere?"
"John, have you been drinking? Is that what this is about?"
"Where's the chainsaw?"
"Oh yeah, like I'm gonna tell you where a chainsaw is when you're in this state."
John shoved past Luke, just at the moment the fire caught up with his car and exploded, propelling the windscreen wiper and various sharp bits of metal into Luke's chest, forcing him backwards.
"No! You can't die like this – I saw the wine bottle – and the chainsaw! You're supposed to die from that!"
"…You…killed…me…John…" Luke's voice faded as darkness settled in.
"No…no…"
Luke fell limp as he succumbed to the darkness – John stared at what he had done. Or rather, what Death had done. For you see, Death had deliberately chosen to skip John as it already knew that John could become very useful to him in the future…
John knew who was next – Bethany Howard. Or at least, that was whose ticket he had. He was missing cabin 14's ticket and wasn't sure who was staying there. Bethany was in cabin 15 though so he thought it was better not to waste time and to just go and save who he could. His car was completely destroyed that was for sure, but Bethany's house was fairly close and he thought he could make it there in time if he ran.
But it wasn't Bethany's turn…there was someone in cabin 14 – Mark Felter, who was having a glass of wine after just having cleared up after a party he'd just had with all his friends. He took out all the empty bottle to the recycling shelf in the garage, where he put all the bottles he needed to recycle – so they didn't get in the way in the house.
Whilst searching around the garage, he felt a cold wind rush past him. The wind caught a broom, which tipped over, knocking into a poorly constructed wooden shelf, bearing several tools on it. The right-hand part of the shelf connected to the wall came loose – and the shelf started swinging downwards, the tools falling downwards towards Mark. Mark stepped backwards, but tripped over the end of the broom – the shelf was still tipping slightly, the tools still gently sliding down, getting ever so closer.
Mark swivelled round and lifted himself up out of the way, just as the tools fell behind him, narrowly missing him. Mark saw the tools lying in front of him – purely because of his poor craftsmanship. He saw his chainsaw lying there, all rusty and dirty. Maybe if he cleaned it up a bit, he could flog it off to some rube down at the market – he had no use for it anyway.
He took it outside, pushing the other tools aside; he would deal with those later. He turned the hose on…but nothing happened – no water came out. The pipe was obviously clogged up or something. He took it inside; he had nothing better to do than clean it and try to flog it that day; and put it under the sink – the taps worked there, but it was a lot messier.
He started scrubbing off all the grime and dirt off, when his finger caught one of the sharp edges – he reached over for a towel and knocked into another of his poorly constructed shelves – this time in front of the sink. It wobbled slightly, but it was nothing major – he had money to try and make; more important things to worry about. While reaching over for the towel, he was unaware that his belt had become undone during his fall, and that the buckle had caught on the switch to the chainsaw.
The last thing he heard was the revving sound, as the chainsaw started up. It cut through the shelf with ease, and Mark was then bombarded with several wine bottles smashing against his brittle skull. He stood no chance – he fell to the floor, letting go of the chainsaw, unconscious, but a rolling bottle knocked the chainsaw onto him finishing him off.
John was now outside Bethany's door – unaware of what had just happened to poor Mark Felter. He banged on her door, and was rudely greeted by her shouting out of the window for him to "get fucked". He shouted up to her, but she ignored him. He banged on the door repeatedly until she finally opened it, just so he would go away once he'd told her whatever it was he needed to.
After a long explanation, Bethany still failed to see what, if what John had explained was the case, would she be able to do about it.
"We can beat this! We have to! It's already got several of our friends – don't you see, we can beat this!"
"W-Who has it got?"
"Steve and George are the only two I know of – but it could have got more by now!"
"S-Steve and George are d-dead?" She said, obviously on the brink of tears "…But how?"
"It's because we got off that boat – Death has come back for us!"
"Maybe they were just coincidences?"
"No, this has happened before – planes, trains and automobiles have all been main sites of this – someone has a premonition and saves a bunch of people, then they start dying in mysterious ways."
"But…this isn't the same thing is it?"
"It is. All signs point to it being the same thing."
"But – what do we do?"
"We have to escape to where there is nothing that can harm us. I have a cabin in the woods, we can stay there for a while."
"But what good will that do?"
"We may live longer than we would with all these dangerous things around here!"
"Like what?"
"Like
anything!"
"But how will we be safer in the woods?"
"We'll all be together, for one thing!"
"I suppose…but how will we know who's next? Are there signs, or what?"
"There's a list…we die in the order we were supposed to on the boat……you're next. That's why I'm here."
"I'm n-next?"
"Yes, now hurry up – we need to get everyone together."
SORRY THIS TOOK SO FUDGING LONG TO WRITE – I HAVE BEEN MAJORLY BUSY.