"In other news, Chapel 3 on 45th street has been demolished this morning. The owner of the building had hired somebody to fix a gas leak earlier in the afternoon the day before, but they did not get there in time before the building exploded, killing everyone inside. Only 10 people survived, whose names we shall not mention. They are being questioned at the 25th precinct in Detroit."

Danny looked up at the screen with tears forming in his eyes, though never being released. His whole family had been in that building! All of their families had been in that building! And all of them were dead. It was too surreal. But he knew what was going to happen. He knew that one by one all of them would die. Gina had already died. That meant next on the list was Matt.

The detective looked at Danny with extreme disbelief. Danny was being questioned on how he knew the chapel would explode. But no one had believed him. No one at all.

"You have to believe me," Danny pleaded with the detective.

"That's an exact quote from every other poser that has said that death was coming after them. Disaster happens, but there is no proof at all that Death is similar to a person that follows us," the detective said as he leaned back in his chair.

"What about Route 23? And Flight 180?" Danny asked him.

"Coincidence. Nobody has proven Death has a plan, so therefore he doesn't," the Detective put down his idea.

"You don't understand!" Danny tried again.

"No, I don't think you do. Your idea is rubbish. You're lucky I don't lock you up for the night. Now leave the precinct, and I don't want to see your face in here again," the Detective concluded. Danny looked at him pleading. There was nothing he could do. He got to his feet, and left the investigation room. He joined the others in the lobby. Lalaine was crying in a chair in the corner. Everyone else was silent, rocking back in forth, crying on the inside.

"I didn't do this," Danny said, breaking the silence. Everyone looked up at him. Everyone except Lalaine.

"How did you know-" Jerica began to ask him.

"I told you! I had a hallucination!" Danny tried to tell them again. Light scoffs came from the group.

"Then who's going to die first?" Matt asked him.

"I'm assuming you are. Gina wouldn't leave so she died on the inside. We don't know if there was an order in the way they were supposed to die in Route 23, but on Flight 180 they died in the exact order they would have on the plane."

"I think you're crazy. I can't believe I actually came to your wedding," Elise sneered. She got to her feet, and left the precinct. One by one everyone began to leave. At once the only ones that were still there was Danny, Lalaine, and Francisco. Danny looked over to Francisco.

"Do you believe me?" he asked him.

"It's hard to believe that my days are numbered. It's not something the brain wants to accept. But I guess I can...I mean-," Francisco stopped in his tracks as the door opened and Aaron Carter walked in.

"You guys survived, then?" he moved his glance upon everyone in the room. He noticed there were only 3 people there.

"Uh...everyone else left..." Danny explained.

"I saw where you were on the news, so I came up here," Aaron told them.

"Weren't you in California?" Francisco asked.

"I was...but...I left about 2 days ago. Came all the way to Michigan," Aaron answered.

"Sorry to hear about your family..." Lalaine said finally under her breath. Everyone looked over to her.

"Death is coming after you too?" Danny asked Aaron.

"I don't believe in that stuff," Aaron said. Danny simply nodded.

"Come on, let's go for a drive," Aaron said, and all 4 of them left the police station.

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Matt through his apartment door. Danny was so full of it. Death wasn't coming after him. He shut his door, and walked into the kitchen. He progressed his steps over to the refrigerator, and pulled it open. He pulled out something wrapped in aluminum foil and set it down next to the microwave. He reached inside again and pulled out a plate with aluminum foil wrapped over it as well. He sat that next to the microwave along with the other package, shut the door of the refrigerator, and began peeling off the aluminum foil off of both packages.

He balled up the foil and threw it into the trash can. He looked at the plate of fish sticks, then to the pieces of catfish he had wrapped up. He put it in the same plate, and moved the plate into the microwave. He set the microwave on 2 minutes, and sat down on his chair next to the table. He waited the two minutes for the food to warm up, and when it was done, he pulled it out and sat it on the table. It was too hot to it at the moment, so he decided to go and get his bath water ready. He walked into the bathroom and cut on his bath water, putting the plug in and plugging in his radio. He turned it on, and walked back into the kitchen. He immediately sat down, picked up a used fork that was laying on the table, and began eating.

He picked up a piece of the fish and put it in his mouth. The fish went down gently. It was delicious. He pulled off another piece of the catfish and let it drop down his throat. It was just so good he couldn't even move to the fish sticks. He ripped off another piece of the fish and, without even chewing this time, let it just gracefully fall down his throat. He gagged. Something wasn't right. Something solid was in that piece of fish. He gripped his throat and poked it.
Something poked him back. He stood instinctively from the table and began running through the apartment. He went in the bathroom to drown out his throat. He went to the mirror, and gazed into it. A large lump had appeared in his throat, and it wasn't his Adam's Apple. In horror in bumped against the wall. He tried to run away, but there must have been a leak in the sink or the toilet because he slipped and fell head first into the water. It shook the apartment abruptly. He put his hands into the water to lift himself out of it, just catching a glimpse of the radio he had plugged up taking a dive into the water after him. He tried to get out, but he wasn't fast enough. His hands were still inside. A shock tore through his body, and he shook violently. His body was losing control. Eventually, he lost consciousness, and collapsed into the water. Body still shaking. And seconds later, all life was drained from him. He died.