The Design
Author's Note: Short and sweet message today guys, just want to get to writing! By the way, happy holidays!
Chapter 2: The Slippery Touch of Death
"And so our dearly beloved friends and family of Ms.Wong and Mr.Garcia" the priest continued, "the funeral procession shall continue out towards the cemetery".
As the pallbearers were motioned forward to carry the coffins, a crowd stared forward at the tragic losses they had suffered. The group especially, after their grisly ordeal a few days before, had not been ready for this. Nobody was, because nobody had expected it to end this way.
Jude sat beside a sobbing Caitlin as he kept his head down and his hat in his hands, trying to remember the better times they had as friends while they were still alive. But all that kept flashing into his mind was how horrible it must have been to be alive during those final terrifying moments of their life.
Jen and Wyatt sat one bench ahead, appearing similar to Jude, Caitlin, and everyone else inside the church; grief-stricken, and wondering why this had to happen.
As everyone filed out of the church, Jude and Caitlin were the last to leave. As Jude got up, Caitlin stopped him.
"Please" she said, grabbing his wrist, "sit down".
Not wanting to ignore Caitlin, he sat down.
"Bra, we gotta say goodbye to them" Jude said as he looked at her with a heartsick look to break anyone's heart.
"I can't do it" Caitlin said, pulling away from him, "this isn't right. They weren't supposed to die alone".
"Do you think anyone of us planned on this happening?" Jude said, pulling Caitlin closer again, "this was bad luck on our side, at least that's all I can make of this. Bra, we've got to make the best of this situation, even if it means saying goodbye to the best friends you saw a few days before".
"But I saw it happen before!" Caitlin sobbed, "I could've kept this from happening!".
Jude seemed confused .
"Bra, what do you mean?" he asked.
"This is going to sound crazy" she said, fidgeting in her seat, "but I had a bad dream the night before the big explosion. I dreamt we were in the mall, everyone was there, and the explosion happened when we were inside".
"What happened to everyone?" Jude asked, putting the pieces together in his mind.
Caitlin tried ignoring his question as she turned away and wiped her tears.
"Bra, what h-".
"We All Fucking Died, Alright ?!?" she screamed, her voice echoing through the church. She looked at Jude's expression as she collapsed into his arms.
"I'm sorry" was all Caitlin could say, repeating it over and over again.
"Bra…I had no idea…"Jude said, holding Caitlin tight as she cried her emotions out into his shoulder, "I didn't know…".
She wiped her eyes, and looked at Jude. He took the opportunity.
"Bra, this was probably just some freaky coincidence" he said, reassuring her, "Just like Wyatt said dudette,lots of people have weird premonitions before bad things happen. All you need to know is that this is the end of freaky stuff happening for a long time".
She leaned into his chest, closing her eyes as she continued to hug him, feeling safe in his arms.
"Don't let me go Jude" She said with a shaky voice, "I don't know what will happen to me".
"Don't worry bra, I won't" Jude said.
"I don't want to let go either, I'm scared of what will happen" Jude thought as he cradled Caitlin in his arms while staring at the stained glass windows of the church.
Then, Caitlin had a weird feeling overpower her as she thought:
Oil
She took a moment to gather her thoughts, then decided it was a misplaced thought in her head. She couldn't have been more wrong.
"Seeing it happen" Ron said to himself as he parked his car in his garage, "never heard a bigger piece of garbage in my life. Five tours of duty in Vietnam can't shake me, and neither will some stupid maggot's 'premonition' of the biggest disaster since the Ho Chi Minh assault".
He got out of his car, and heard a strange hissing sound. He walked to the back of his car, and saw one of the tires deflating.
"Shit" he thought, walking towards the toolbench to pull out the carjack, "another flat tire".
He jacked up the car, and went to fetch a wrench to change the tire. As Ron fetched it, a black liquid made a menacing appearance, out of his angle of view. As he turned around, he slipped on it, and hit the floor.
"Goddamnit!" he shouted, opening his eyes and looking over to find his neck under the tire of the car.
"I've really got to be more careful" he said, reaching for the wrench, "you never know what might-".
Then, as fate had planned it, the jack gave way, and the five tonne car came crashing down on Ron's neck, snapping it and cutting off his circulation at the same time. All he could do was watch himself die, as his broken neck made him powerless to help himself while the weight of the vehicle slowly choked him to death.
As Ron finally expired, the car innocently rolled off the dead Rent-a-Cop and returned to it's parking spot in the garage, while the mysterious black oil made a menacing disappearance, as it sneaked into a crack in the ground.
Jen sat at home, still recuperating form the funeral as she looked through a photo album, remembering the better times with her now deceased friends. Her phone rang, as she answered to a police officer.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Yes, this is Officer Duyn speaking" the officer said, "are you one of the survivors of the mall disaster?".
"Yes, why?" she asked, getting a bad feeling about the conversation.
"We hate to tell you miss" the office began, "but there has been another death".