A crowd of people gathered around Scarlet's corpse. Police sirens lingered throughout the whole hardware store. Nicolette wondered what was going on. She sprinted towards the crowd, and saw Scarlet's lifeless body. Her head is almost disconnected from her spine. Her eyes staring at Nicolette, asking for help. Nicolette can hear countless people chattering. "Oh, my god." "Poor kid." "This is just brutal." "Whoever did this has no heart." Nicolette didn't shed a tear. The anger in her body didn't let her. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and called Gervais. Her hand was shaking and almost dropped the phone. Gervais answered it.
"Hello?" Gervais started.
"Scarlet just bit the dust." Nicolette said as she wept one upcoming tear from her eye.
"Okay. Well, Elliot's next." Gervais said with the tone of not hearing the news.
"Don't you care about Scarlet? She died! We can no longer talk and care about her." Nicolette said with her voice getting higher. One tear fell down her eye.
"What do you want me to do?" Gervais said with the same tone.
"At least care about her."
"Fine. Fine." Gervais clicked off, and went to Scarlet's room. He took a look around. Nothing seems to hit him to made him realize that Scarlet is dead. Right now, his heart is as solid as a rock. He locked the door and sat on one corner. "Nothing is going to happen to me if I don't do anything." he whispered. Then, a breeze filled the room, and knocked a small flag over and fell onto Gervais. It was an American flag. Gervais tossed it towards Scarlet's bed, and closed his eyes. He can hear his neighbors chat. "Tomorrow is the horse racing thing." "I know, and I heard it will be their 180th one, so it should be good." Gervais ignored them, and let his eyes rest.
In Elliot's apartment...
Elliot crunched his fist. Anger filled his body. His looked at his shirt and saw that it was an advertisment of the 180th horse race. Elliot rolled his eyes. He looked out the window and saw the ground far below. He thought twice. "Should I?" he keeps asking himself. She stepped back a couple of times and sprinted towards the window, but stopped halfway. He walked back again, now further. He sprinted one more time, and again stopped in-front of the window. "It was fault that killed my brother." he reminded himself. "I don't deserve to live then." he sprinted on the farthest end of the apartment floor. He took a deep breath. Without hesistating, he sprinted his fastest and jumped from the window. He spread his arms wide as he want to hit the ground. The air blew and he was slightly moved to the right. Now, he is on-top of a flag pole. His eyes widened. He tried to make the wind move him sideways, but failed. He kept falling down to his final destination : the flag pole. Getting nearer and nearer, Elliot kept trying to move sideways, but still failed. Now, his time came. He is a couple of feet away from the pole. He closed this eyes and wished this to be over. Then, the pole impaled his stomach. He felt a very sudden and painful sensation. He couldn't move. He can saw many people gathering around him, but with a blur. He tried to speak, "Help." but a low hoarse voice went out. Then, Elliot closed his eyes, and never woke up again.