(Thanks to Lance-Dusk, Zro-Kemuri 9t6, Emperor Eclair, and Jamesss for the reviews! Let's meet a certain Mortician, shall we?)
As I walked down the pristine hallways of the hospital, I seemed to notice all the injuries. A bloody nose, a black eye, a man in a sling, a woman in a wheel chair. I didn't register all of the happy people, only the injured and sick. I looked up at the sign which pointed to the morgue and continued on my way, Tom trailing behind me.
Slowly the corridor emptied and became more and more grey, doors becoming less numerous and the walls losing the posters of 'how to keep safe'. At the end of the corridor was a double set of doors, with the words 'Morgue' above the doors. Without a pause or wait I pushed open the doors, instantly feeling the cold and death inside the room.
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In Bristol, in a tall, glass building, Lucy Norman sat typing away on her computer, replying the numerous emails. He office was simple, a small picture of her parents on the desk, next to neatly organized stationary. A pile of plain paper sat on the left, while and input and output box sat on the right. Otherwise, the office was plain.
The wall facing the outside was made entirely of glass, so the sun shone on Lucy's back. Underneath the windows were a line of flagpoles, roughly five metres apart.
Suddenly, a loud beep, beep, beep, filled the room, and Lucy, not taking her eyes from the screen, flipped her black blackberry phone open with one hand while still typing on the other.
"Norman."
"You're Lucy Norman, correct?"
"Who is this?"
"My name is James King."
"That arrogant man from the train station?"
"I guess so."
"What do you want? I'm working."
"I want to warn you. You could be next."
"Next? What the hell are you talking about?" Lucy's sighed impatiently as she heard James switch to phone to someone else.
"Hello, this is Katie. Anyway, we now know there is a list."
"A List? Next? Make sense girl."
"Okay... you know we all got saved from the crash? Well, Rose, the girl who had the vision, found out that there is a list, and that we will die in the order that we would've died in the accident. Harry died, I got skipped, and then James got skipped, and then Freya died. We didn't know what Vincent's position is, so it's either him or you. We have gathered everyone except for you, is it poss-"
"Shut up." Lucy snapped. "I want no business in your crazy antics and theory. Goodbye." Lucy snapped her phone shut, and worked feverishly. Another knock on the door caused her to stop, breathing hard. "Come in." She said slowly.
A young man walked in with a trolley of cleaning equipment. "H-hi Miss Norman. U-umm... I got to clean the room... "
Lucy motioned around the crisp room. "Does it look like it needs cleaning?"
"I-it's just r-regulation miss..." the man said meekly.
"Fine! Just do it quietly."
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The Morgue was in a large square shape. On the right side wall extended lots of lockers, which I knew were numerous body's. The opposite side contained a desk, and in the middle of the room was a slap with a sink, and numerous instruments. Under a clean white sheet was Katie's body, a large, yet clean, hole through her eye.
I heard Tom gasp and look away, evidently trying not to be sick. I was suffering the same, however I walked forward and placed my hand on her cold forehead, trying to ignore the gaping hole.
"Sorry..." I muttered. "if it wasn't for me, you'd be alive. But I have to thank you for saving James. Because of you, we may be able to stop this. So, sorry Freya, but thanks." Having said my words, I straightened up, suddenly noticing there was no-one in the room. "Shouldn't there be someone in here, like a mortician?"
Tom shrugged facing the door, obviously still trying to keep himself from throwing up. I suddenly gasped as a huge hand grabbed by shoulder like a vice.
"And who do I owe the pleasure?"
I pulled myself from the grasp and turned around, facing a large black man in a grey suit and a white apron. He smiled dazzling, the white almost blinding me.
"M-my name is R-Rose Everdeen..." I muttered.
"Aah... Miss Everdeen, I've been expecting you."
"Y-You have?" I stuttered, blinking while surprised.
The man walked over to his desk, and picked up a pile of papers. "Indeed. You are the person who saw the train accident before it happened, correct."
"Y-Yes... I saw the accident in a-a vision."
"It never ends..." he muttered, before looking at me straight in the eyes. "So, what do you expect to do?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"I mean, how do you plan on surviving? By now you will know that there is a list, and that you get killed off one by one in apparent 'accidents'. How do you expect to survive?
"I-I... I don't know..." I admitted, this man giving me a sense that I could talk my heart out to him, and he would still smile.
"Indeed. And thus, you have come to me."
"I-... what?" I shook my head. "No, I came to see Freya..."
"Fate is somewhat unrecognised in this world." He said. "But, indeed it led you to me. And now I tell you everything I told to the people before you. And thus history repeats himself. Alex Browning, Kimberly Corman, Wendy Christenson, and Nick O' Bannon. All 'visionary's' who saved friends and strangers. All dead. Miss Everdeen, and Mr. White, let me tell you a story..."
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Back in Bristol, Lucy had constantly told the Cleaner to be quiet, as he tended to whistle. She was on the internet, looking for a new pair of shoes, preferably crocodile skin ones, when a pop-up appeared on the screen.
A PRIZE TO DIE FOR!
GET YOUR HANDS ON A BRAND NEW 56" TV SCREEN, ONLY FOR YOU!
SIGN UP HERE AND ANSWER A QUESTIONARRE TO RECIEVE YOUR PRIZE
FOR 180 YEARS OLDS AND OLDER!"
Lucy immediately noticed the spelling, or number mistake of 180, guessing it to be 18. Once she clicked off of the pop-up, and suddenly a cold breeze made her shiver.
"Shut the damn window!" she called out as she turned to the frightened cleaner while he was mopping the tiled floor.
The man looked at the windows. "B-but miss, t-the window's a-aren't open..."
Lucy shook her head, and was just about to click on a link when the door knocked. She took another deep breath. "Come. In."
The door opened, and Lucy's eyes widened as she saw three workers walk in, one of them carrying a clipboard, while the other two carried in a TV. "What the hell? What are you doing?"
The man with the clipboard walked to her desk. "Are you Lucy Norman?"
"Yes. Why have you got a TV?"
"The man said it was a present to you for tomorrow."
"A present? What man!" Lucy demanded.
"Someone by the name of Richard Burton." Replied the man.
Lucy quickly calmed down and pointed to the corner. "Put It there."
The man nodded, and the two others walked to the corner, as the cleaner watched. No-one noticed that a bottle of bleach had been rolling across the floor during the exchange, before stopping and leaking a puddle.