CHAPTER 2: Deaths Design

Charles Stanley, number 12, enters a Honda motor sports store. He is Caucasian, has a bald head, is wearing a white tank top, and has a tattoo sleeve. He walked up to the counter.

" Hey Dave, got anything new?" He asked Dave, the cashier.

" We got the new CRF250's, they came in yesterday." answered Dave as he walked Charles to a row of Hondas. It lined all the way to a shelf of pipes and mufflers.

" So, does the dual exhaust make a difference on those straight aways?" asked Charles as he admired the bike.

" Its perfect for the whoops, and beats the 125cc by a longshot." answered Dave. Charles examined the bikes.

" Cool and all but it don't beat the 450cc." said Charles as he walked to the accessories section right across from the bikes, a jersey was laying on the floor in front of him.

Frank sat in front of a computer screen typing about is "vision" he had. On the screen it had an article about the roller coaster crash, and the pile-up. He scrolled down to a picture of a train station with pieces of train parts everywhere. Below that picture were three pictures of tore up bodies. Frank picked up a Monster Energy Drinkā„¢ can and drank out of it, suddenly his chair broke and he flew back, but his Monster can flew on top of the computer monitor and spilled, the computer sizzled and sparked. Then the screen burst open with sparks, finally calmness. Frank slowly rose up and looked at his computer screen, in the screen he sees a faint outline of the number "12" Frank ran out of the room.

Charles walked around the accessories section, an eerie wind shivers past him. It knocked over a coat hanger from behind him. He turned and walked that way. His foot hits the hanger and he falls forward, but catches himself from falling.

" Whoa that was close, too close." he walks forward out of the section he was in. The shirt from earlier is still there, waiting for him to step on it. The eerie wind blows through again he looks behind himself as he walks but once he turns forward he slips on the shirt and falls on the ground. He crawls forward and hangs onto one of the CRF250cc's to pull himself up. But he knocked it down and it caused a domino line down the row of dirt bikes. Oh shit, thought Charles as the bikes hit a shelf. The shelf falls backwards. Hits a bike and that causes a pipe to be catapulted in the air and right past Charles. He laughs and stands up and yells to Dave " Clean up on aisle three!" Dave runs over near him.

Charles looks over to Dave. But Dave points up. Suddenly a pole impales him right through the middle of his head. Dave looked in awe and disgust as he ran into another room.

Frank floored his pick-up truck down the street and to the Honda store, he knew Charles always went there. Ambulances, cop cars, and a news van were all outside the store.

" It seems that there has been a " freak" accident at this local store..." says a reporter outside, a guy rolls a body bag out of the store in a stretcher.

" DAMN! I'm to late!" Frank turns and runs back.

Tod is in Franks garage working on Frank's bike. Frank comes bursting through the door.

" What is it?" asked Tod

" Charles is dead." answered Frank as he breathed heavily.

Dan Wong, a Japanese buzz-cut guy, number 24, lays in his bed. He is sleeping as an eerie wind blows through his bedroom. Causing his door to shut. Then it locks. He jumps up, he only has jeans on, no shirt. He goes to open his door but it doesn't open. He goes to turn a light on, but the light breaks, causing little glass shards to get stuck in his hand.

" Shiit!" he yelled.

Frank drove down the street talking with Tod.

" What you think this is some sort of coincidence that he died after surviving the crash in St. Lois?" asked Frank in irritation

" Actually yeah!" answered Tod.

Frank ignored him and continued driving. But he sees a truck with the number "24" posted huge on the side of the truck.

" Tod."

" Yeah."

" Was there a number 24 by any chance who left the race?" asked Frank.

Tod leans forward in a little nervousness. " Yeah why?"

" Where does he live?" asked Frank

" Down this street" answered Tod. Frank floored it down the street to Dan's house. They pulled up on his driveway, and smoke was coming out from a broken window upstairs.

" It might be to late." said Frank as the two ran into the house. They knocked the door down, smoke flooded out.

Frank and Tod ran upstairs to a door were the fire was from, he kicked it down. Dan was in a corner away from the fire curled up.

" I- I don't wanna die!" he yelled as fire roared through the wall. Dan slowly got up and walked towards them. He was half way there when the floorboards beneath him collapsed and he fell down into a pit of flames.

" SHIT!" yelled Frank as he slammed his fist to the wall.

They got into the car and drove off.

" I've heard about theses 'Deaths' online, about flight 180, road 180, and the roller coaster crash. And its all about a 'design'" explained Frank.

Tod listened.

" And after they 'cheated death' they were killed off one by one by freak accidents. Like I said they considered it a design." finished Frank.

" So what' the 'design' this time?" asked Tod.

" You know who got off the track right? Well the two who died so far had the AMA numbers 12 and 24, so I think that death is killing us by number." answered Frank. Tod looked at him like he was stupid.

" Trust me" said Frank

" So who's number 34?"

Tod looked through an AMA pamphlet.

" His name is Larry Tenfold, he lives on the corner of Grey and Coronet. The brick house."

They found the house and parked in the driveway.

" LARRY!" yelled Frank as he ran to the door. Larry answered with a questioned look on his face.

" What going on?" asked Larry.

" Your gonna die, you see when you cheat death, death tries to kill you in some sort of design."

" What the hell you talking about?"

Larry closes the door. But through the window Frank sees a reflection of a truck coming his way. He quickly turns around to see that nothings there. But to the side of him he sees the same truck, but its up the street. The street is like a hill because the steepness. The truck rear ends a Scion in front of it and the guy driving it accidently bumps it to drive, now the cars going downhill to Larry's house. It roared down the street, Frank ran into Larry's house and pulled him out.

" What the f are you doing!" he demanded. Suddenly the car smashed his house.

" Wow, uh thanks?" thanked Larry, suddenly the house blew up and a piece of metal flew through the air and decapitated Larry.