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I looked around wildly, my eyes flitting back and forth. I was in the train station, no fire, no explosion, nothing.

"Pardon me." Vincent Cold said as he knocked into me. But this time, as I didn't really move the flower fell from his pocket, but he didn't realise, nor did I at that exact moment. I took a breath as the train whistled, people got off, and then people started to get on. I gulped as Harry got stuck in the door because of his tool belts.

"Sorry!" he cried out, fiddling with his belt. Before I knew what was happening, I lunged forward, grabbed the strap of his overalls and pulled him back. He yelped as he fell of the step, landing hard on the concrete.

"Woah!" James called out. "That bitch is getting angry!"

"Shut it!" I snarled, standing in front of the door with my arms spread out. It didn't feel silly at the time, but now I recall it... anyway, I stood in front of the door, not moving. "You are not going on this train.

"And why not?" Lucy snapped, looking at her watch. "We have no time for this."

"I don't give a flying shit to be honest." I said. "If you go on that train, you WILL die. And I'm not joking here, you are going to die!"

"Uh-huh." James rolled his eyes. "Don't make me have to push you out of the way."

I glared at him, and he raised his eyebrows, as Vincent jogged back to me, panting. He looked at the flower on the floor and picked it up, placing back on his jacket, however, he was pushed on his rear end as James stomped towards me, grabbing my shoulder.

"Excuse me sir. Would you please go to that office." A train attendant with large, bushy eyebrows said, pointing to a room in the station.

"Why?" James asked incredulously. "Why should I!"

"For assaulting a woman, that's why." The grumpy attendant said, crossing his arms and looking down to Vincent, who was massaging his head. "And him." The attendant also looked to Harry, who was sitting up on the floor. "And him? Disappointing." He grabbed James arm and pulled him along. "Let's sort this out. Come on." He also looked to me, Harry and Vincent, telling us to go with him.

I turned back one last time. "You can't go on that train! You will die if you do!"

Tom looked at me, biting his lip, before stepping forward to follow me, as did Freya, scratching her neck.

Lucy and Katie were just about to step up onto the train when the doors clamped shut, and the train started to move.

"What the FUCK!" Lucy shouted at another attendant, who shrugged. "I had to get on that!" She marched over to the attendant and grabbed his collar, practically shaking him and scaring him.

"M-Miss, would... If you have any complaints, please go to the office to complain to the m-manager."

"To right I fucking will!" Lucy said, letting the attendant go and following me to the office, cursing and snarling. Katie, being the only one left, looked around and decided that she didn't know what to do. She finally followed us into the office.

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"You have to stop that train!" I said immediately when I saw the manager, who was sitting at the desk shaking his head.

"Excuse me?" he asked, as the other soon to be survivor's sat in the room in various emotions.

"You. Need. To. Stop. The. Train!" I said clearly, slapping my hands down on the desk.

"Why would I need to that?"

"Because there is going to be a crash! A pile-up involving three trains! You have to stop it!"

"I can't just swi-"

"No! There isn't time for talking! You have to stop it!" I cried out, starting to lose my head slightly.

"Oh, shut the hell UP!" James said, rolling his eyes and standing up. He pointed a finger at me. "You caused us all to miss the train that we needed to get on!"

Tom stood up, trying to defend me. "You can just get on the next one."

"Their won't BE a next one!" I cried out, feeling warm tears on my face, but I didn't care at that moment. "There is going to be a crash!"

"How do you... know?" The manager asked carefully, obviously suspecting I was wrong in the head of something.

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but I saw it!"

"You're right. That is fucking crazy!" James said pacing around the room.

"I mean it! It was some sort of... vision or something, you know? I just, saw each and everyone here die, as well as a number of people!"

The manager nodded when his phone rang. He looked at the screen. "Excuse me." As he talked, his face showed many different emotions. "What? How many? Three? Anyone hurt? WHAT! Have you called the police? The fire service? The Ambulance? You have, good. Send a detective to my office as soon as you can. I think I have a suspect." The manager shut off his phone, and stared pointedly at me.

"Oh, come ON!" I complained. "You think I caused that crash!"

"Wait, wait... there really WAS a crash?" Freya said, eyes widened in fear.

"Yes." The managed said. "It was just like she said. Three trains collided at the new 'track' crossroads. So far, no reported survivors."

Katie gasped and held a hand to her mouth. "No survivors? You mean we're the only survivors?"

"At this point of time, it looks so."

A sob was heard in the room, and we all turned to Vincent, who had his head in his hands, tear wiping the white make-up on his face. "Janice... Gordon... Oh god..."

At that moment, the door opened and in walked a man in a black shirt and trousers, with a dark purple tie. "Hello? Are you Benjamin Vent? The Manager?"

The manager nodded. "Yes."

"And you have a suspect?" The detective looked around the room, glancing at all of us separately. I could tell he was seeing who looked the most suspicious in our group. His glance lingered on me, before turning back to Benjamin. He shook his head. "Hello, my name is Detective Chris Summers. Who exactly do you suspect, Mr. Vent?"

Everyone turned to me as Benjamin pointed a shaky finger at me. Summers raised an eyebrow and scribbled something down in his notebook. "Okay, for the moment, all of you can be considered suspects. I'm going to need your name, age, and occupation."

"Freya Holiday, 18, student."

"Lucy Norman, 32, Co-Manager for Norman Productions with my husband."

"Katie Fraser, 19, part-time shop assistant."

"V-Vincent Co-Cold... 41... Full-time children's entertainer."

"James King, 23, unemployed and not a goddamn suspect!"

"Tom White, 39, Halifax employee."

"Harry Goldwater, 27, Mechanic."

Finally, It was my turn. "Rose Everdeen, 19, student."

"Okay, thank you." Summers said, casting another glance my way "As you are suspects unless otherwise ruled out, you will have to stay here. We will arrange for you to live in a block of flats until further notice. Also, some police officers will be coming to get you at 12:00 tomorrow morning so that we can question you if we rule out mechanic failure."

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"Great. Just fucking great." Lucy cursed, flipping open her mobile and walking into the corner to talk to her husband.

Little did everyone know, but they weren't lucky to avoid the crash. In fact, If I could reverse time, I would never have avoided it and gone to my fate. Why? Because these people, these 'survivors' with me will slowly die one by one in agonizing and painless deaths.