This is the second chapter, and please enjoy this one. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Peach's Journal
Everyone was brought to the police station that day, all in a small room around a table. Everyone was still looking at Mush for different reasons.
"Dude," whispered Frank. "The reason we're staring at you is because you scared the shit out of all of us." Just then Officer, Parakarry walked in.
"Uh, we have further dreadful news," he started. "When the blimp was still burning in the air, there was a train crash with the Poshley Heights Train. The whole train crashed in an explosive wreck, but the front part of the train, the very front, managed to go much farther from the wreck, but derailed and crashed. Then the blimp suddenly collapsed from the air, and no survivors were found in both the train and blimp accident."
"But why are we here?" asked Frank. "All we did was get off, because someone thought the blimp would explode."
"Yes, that's true," said Parakarry. "But, the other officers and detectives are suspicious about it and whether not only he was associated with the disaster or disasters, with the explosions."
"Are you saying that Mush caused this?" asked Jill. "That's almost impossible if you ask me."
"It wasn't the explosion that killed them," Mush said. "The whole gondola cart unhooked from the left, and the whole side was torn off! People fell!"
"I think this is a big time waster," said Lakister, getting up from his seat. "Why should I be here? I have no fucking business in here!"
"It's according to the Mushroom Kingdom Judge and authorities," Officer Parakerry stated. "That you cannot leave without discussing/interviewing and/or without my consent."
"Sir, what is happening?" asked the birdo. Parakarry sighed, and tried to explain as best as he could to her. Meanwhile, E. Gadd got the chance to talk to Mush.
"What did you see?" he asked. Mush just stood there, looking at the floor when he finally spoke.
"It seemed, so real," he said. "It was real, and I was there seeing everyone fall from the open gondola, and, and, everyone was dying before my eyes."
"I see," said E. Gadd quietly. He tapped his fingers in a strange motion, and sat quiet. Officer Parakarry was talking on his walkie-talkie for a minute, and then he put it down.
"The jury says you may all go," he said. "For now."
"You mean, like go? Like leave?" asked the noki.
"Yes Miss Sophie Scatebord, you may all leave this room."
"Will it be as if nothing happened, or---"
"The jury will record all of your names in a record file, along with newspaper headlines with these accidents as a main topic, etcetera, and etcetera." He opened the door, as they all went out slowly. Mush was the last to exit the room, and turned to face Officer Parakarry.
"You can't just ignore the fact that I had a forewarning of this," he said, and left the room. Officer Parrakerry just stood there, still holding the door open. He went out and closed the door.
"Mush, what the hell just happened?" asked Frank, still bewildered. "Tell me, repeat it from the start." He nudged Mush until he spoke.
"You won't believe this, but I actually saw the gondola break," said Mush. "Then the whole back ripped off, and the whole gondola was hanging down in the air from the huge blimp. I saw you die! I saved you!"
"Whoa, whoa, stop it," said Frank in disbelief. "You saw this happen, but it never happened yet?"
"Exactly!" said Mush. "You were split in half by the window when you fell! I saw it! It was so crazy, and then I was back to the actual place, where everyone else was."
"And then?"
"I remembered there was an exploded soda can beneath your feet, and I saw it! I knew it was too true to be a coincidence. And then later on…"
"The blimp exploded, and you were shocked in disbelief yourself."
"Yes! I know this sounds strange, but I actually saw into the future!" exclaimed Mush.
"Guess what I think of it?"
"What?"
"Bullshit!" exclaimed Frank. "Not true!"
"You…don't believe me?" Mush asked.
"Absolutely not. That story was just plain bullshit," said Frank. "I believed it until you spoke."
"Was it like a dream?" said Jill from behind them, and they realized she was listening to their conversation.
"People are known to have leading dreams to reality, known by a signal that develops to the expectations," she said. "I believe the story."
"I think it's still bullshit," said Frank.
"Hey, there's the funeral next week, dedicating to the victims of the train and blimp accidents. I was eavesdropping on the deputy's conversation," Jill said. "We're all supposed to go."
Suddenly his father drove into the police station parking lot in his color jeep. He came out and saw the three of them.
"Mush," he said, and ran over to him. He hugged him tightly, as Frank and Jill just stood there, waiting for what to say.
"Do you need a ride also Frank?" Mush's father said finally.
"No, uh, my parents are coming here to pick me up. I'll be fine, thank you Mr. Rumberg," said Frank.
"Mush, I was so worried," said his father to him as they entered the jeep. "I know about the blimp incident and the explosion, and now I'm over relieved. I…do you think we should talk about this at the house?"
"I think it would be the best," said Mush. As they were leaving, Jill waved goodbye in a way of signaling, but Mush didn't have the chance to wave back. As they were backing up, a news van drove in.
"Excuse me, we would like to interview your son!" shouted the reporter in the news van. "Nosy people," mumbled Mush's father, as he quickly drove away.
An hour later at home, Mush turned on the TV, only to see news about the blimp and train accident. It then showed a picture of him and the others around police investigators, as firefighters tried to fight the flames of the blimp.
"Yes, I know," said Mush's father. "They reported that you were the one who saved yourself and the others from the blimp. They said you had a sort of dream, predicting it would happen."
Mush just nodded, as he sat down on the couch wearily. A sudden knock was on the door as Mush's father went to open it.
"Is Mr. Mush Rumberg here?" asked a reporter with a camera, along with about twelve other people behind him, holding microphones and lights.
"Is it really important? Come on, he just came back," objected his father. The news reporters ignored him, and asked for Mush to be brought back to the blimp station.
"Are you kidding me? We were just there, and it takes over an hour to get there. Get out of this house now, and stop barging in like a bunch of desperate people, just to interview someone depressed and full of strain," and he scooted all the people out, who disappointedly went back outside.
"Dad, I'm not really depressed," said Mush. "Nor am I in strain."
"Please, just tell me everything that had happened to you on the blimp. How did you see the blimp accident before it actually happened? What did you see?" asked Mush's father, gently yet firm.
Mush told him everything, from when they arrived at the station. He then described the soda bottle exploding under Frank's feet, and his new friend, Jill, the only one who actually believed him besides his father.
"I remember falling from the blimp, and plummeting to the ground. I then woke up, and everything was in the same place which I remembered," explained Mush. He explained all the other details, as Mush looked up to look at his father. He was looking at the ground, and Mush could tell something was going through his mind, something that Mush himself should know. But his father just looked up at him.
"Mush, take a rest. You must be exhausted," his father said. "I'll fix you food if you want."
"It's okay dad," Mush replied, as he made his way upstairs. He then stopped.
"Dad, do you believe my story?" he asked, as his father looked at him.
"Mush, I believe your story the way I believe in you," he said. Mush went to his room, exhausted.
A week later was the funeral. Mush noticed that almost everyone was there, as he saw Jill standing in the front. Frank was beside his parents, and there was a crowd of nearly a thousand people. There were gravestones lined in a row near a pond, as people wept and cried. Lakister was mumbling something about missing his play meeting in Sarasaland.
The preacher made a boring speech about the precious lives lost in the two accidents, and that it was planned to be. Then the funeral speech was over, and people went up to the gravestones and put down flowers. Frank approached Mush.
"Gee, if it weren't for you," said Frank. "My family would have been devastated. Last week when I returned home by bus, my whole family was in tears. You know, hugging, all that stuff. They made me a cake. That's how happy they were when they heard I got off."
The Japanese birdo approached him, and gave him a hug happily.
"I learn story from translator. I know, you say we had to get off. Then you save me, thank you," she said. "What is name again?"
"Mush Rumberg."
"My name is Catherine Tamago," she said joyfully. She went to the pond with her sister, as Frank's parents called him to leave.
"Well, gotta go now," said Frank. "See ya later." He walked towards the car.
"Mush," said a voice behind him, as he turned around and saw it was Jill. She was just staring at him, andhe blushed slightly.
"E. Gadd asked me where you were. Plus, here's my number," she said, handing him a business card.
"Thanks," said Mush. "Where's E. Gadd?"
"He's over there," said Jill. "I don't know, he looks a bit depressed. Just don't talk to him in a demanding or awful way. Not that you would I guess." Mush walked towards E. Gadd, who was sitting against a tree.
"Mr. Gadd?" said Mush. E. Gadd looked up, and held up a scarlet book with a magnetic lock. Mush couldn't see the cover, but he could see it was a type of journal or diary.
"Take it," said E. Gadd, as Mush took the book hesitantly from him. "I believe you will need it. Please don't lose it." He got up and sighed, then walked towards his parked Skolar Car.
"E. Gadd, what is this?" Mush tried to ask, but found that it was useless to ask as E. Gadd walked farther to his car. Mush looked at the cover of the book, which was written with a marker.
Recording Journal For The Dolansa Infinite T
Mush looked at bottom of the journal, and saw the name.
Peach Toadstool
Please review! The deaths start to begin in the next chapter.
Oh, I forgot the disclaimer.
"I only own a few people in this story, such as Jill, Frank, Lakister, Sophie, Catherine, etc."
I'm going to Las Vegas on 4/10/06. If I get at least three more reviews before that date, I will put up the next chapter on 4/9/06. Don't forget to review please! The next chapter is waiting.
PS.. Does anyone else expierience the "no-space" error when you upload the stories?