I'm sorry it's been about half a year since my last update. I have a number of excuses, many of which are shite, apart from one which I doubt you'd believe. The truth for the most part is that I'd lost inspiration for this fic and eventually it drifted into the mists.

Anyway, thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed. I'll make sureI update sooner in the future.

Anyway, enough of this.

Chapter 13: Sunday

Grandma Death wrote a book - Donnie.

Kelly woke suddenly as her alarm clock, which she had forgotten to switch off after she returned home the day before, began to shriek.

As she reluctantly moved herself to get out of bed, Kelly was stopped by a sharp pain in her upper legs, and then another in her back. Sleeping on a park bench for roughly an hour had done her body no favours; and the effects of doing so had now come to haunt her.

The pain helped to jostle Kelly further from her sleep, and forcing herself to move despite the pain, she made her way to the far side of her room, switched off her alarm clock, and promptly returned to her warm bed.

As a rule, Kelly always overslept on Sundays. During weekdays, school forced her out of bed at unearthly and unfair hours, and on Saturdays she normally met up with friends in the town which demanded she get up early. It seemed only fitting to have one day in which she could satisfy her lethargic desires.

Unfortunately, this was not to be the case this Sunday.

That is when the world will end.

With the memory came all the terror she'd felt after she'd first read those words on the email that the beast had sent her. At the time, all she had been able to do was turn off the computer and lay on the bed until her fear gave way to exhaustion. It had taken a while, despite how tired she was. It took almost an hour for her to stop shaking.

Ordinarily, she'd dismiss emails predicting the end of the world as a joke, a pitiful attempt by someone to scare the feeble minded. She'd heard of and lived through a number of doomsday prophecies in her time, and had come to dismiss them all as laughable.

However, seeing as the messenger this time had the ability to appear and disappear as he pleased, erect invisible force fields and do God only knows what else, the message seemed a lot more believable.

The worst thing was, the message didn't say, 'this is when the world will end unless you do such and such', it said that the world would end. No ifs, no buts, no loopholes.

You don't know that, she told herself. You don't know what's going on. This could be anything.

Yeah right.

For a while, Kelly just lay there. The bed had abruptly stopped feeling comfortable. It took Kelly a few moments to realise that this was because she was still dressed. Distantly, she remembered simply crawling onto it the previous night, being too scared and too weary to do anything else.

Kelly pulled the cover away and pushed herself to her feet.

What the fuck is going on?

Angrily, she threw a fist into the nearest wall. The result was that the wall remained undamaged and her fingers hurt. There was something oddly comforting about the pain.

She didn't deserve this. She deserved to live the mundane, ordinary life that she was used to. She didn't deserve to have the apocalypse thrown at her. If that was what it was.

It can't be.

Can it?

Either way, for now the world was still here, and she would be damned if she was going to waste any more time feeling terrified that something was going to leap out at her.

Kelly made her way to her wardrobe, pulled out some fresh clothing and made her way to the bathroom.

An hour later, Kelly had dealt with the morning's necessities, (which on a Sunday should rightfully be the early afternoon's necessities), and made her way back to the computer. She wanted another look at that email, maybe she'd missed something.

When she had entered her email address and password, she found to her surprise that another email had been sent to her during the night. A fresh twinge of nervousness accompanied this discovery. Kelly pushed it aside as best as she could and opened her inbox.

As it turns out the email was an offer from someone calling themself 'A. Weasel' for discount Viagra.

Kelly laughed at this momentary distraction from the potential crisis she faced. It was the strange to think of junk mail as welcoming. Then again, these were strange times.

Her mind soon returned to her task. She saw the email on the screen. It sat looking nondescript and unassuming beneath the one she'd just received. For a moment, the cursor simply hung above it. Despite the fact that Kelly had seen it already, a part of her still felt reluctant to touch it. It almost reminded her of a jack-in-the-box that had once frightened her as a child. She was afraid to think what would leap out at her if she opened it.

Taking a deep breath, Kelly clicked the message, and quickly glanced around the room, making sure that her demonic rabbit stalker hadn't returned.

The room was empty.

Kelly re-read the lines of text, and then re-read them again. They still read the same. The message was still that the world would end in just under a month.

And at the end of that, an attached text document.

Kelly uttered a curse under her breath. How could she have forgotten this?

Her mind began to formulate reasons why her forgetting wouldn't be unreasonable considering the circumstances, but Kelly brushed the thoughts aside. Searching her documents folder, she soon found the document that she had been sent.

She remembered seeing it last night. After reading the title she'd instantly closed it and backed away from the computer. Coupled with everything else that had happened, the document had seemed as terrifying as the rest of it.

Now, rested, fed, angered, and within the daylight hours, Kelly was not nearly as afraid as she had been. She began to read the lines of text on her screen.

Seachnall was awakened abruptly by the high pitched shrill of his phone. He groaned loudly as his mind awakened and he remembered that a huge history essay which was due in the next day awaited him.

After a few more rings, Seachnall realised that he couldn't avoid the annoying ringing contraption any longer. Extending one weary arm, he plucked the phone from the table, pushed the call button and moved it to his ear.

"Hello?" He said wearily.

"Hi," Kelly responded, "listen, I…"

"Kel?" Seachnall responded with genuine surprise in his voice, "I can't believe you're calling me this early? Do you know what day it is?"

"Seachnall, just listen." The urgency in Kelly's voice, coupled with the fact that she had not called him Sneezer was unusual, and somewhat alarming. Seachnall sat up and listened with more focus.

"I've, I think I've." Kelly paused and pushed out a long breath, "I think I know what all this is about. You need to get over here."

"Kel," murmured Seachnall wearily, "I'm as eager to sort all this out as you are, but this isn't a good day. I've got an essay to finish for Chemistry that I still don't understand, there are…"

"Seachnall, I need you to get over here. You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

Yes she would, Seachnall thought distantly, but decided not to make an issue of it.

"Please." Kelly added. A note of desperation in her voice.

"Alright." Seachnall said at last. "I'll be there in a few hours."

To be continued. (If the next chapter isn't up sooner then this one was thenyou can all pull out my teeth.)