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Deaths Door
by Sarah Cheetham

The rain poured down as a woman run from the open door of the restaurant to get to her car as quick as she could…

As she shut the car door behind her and started the engine a girl walked out of an alleyway closest to the car and just watched, her body still as the rain poured over her…

Frieda heard vehicles go by, the windscreen wipers working furiously to keep the rain out of her view of the road.

As she drove she looked away for a second, to check the rear view mirror the same girl appeared by the side of the road, her hood hiding her face but not the tips of her hair…

Frieda looked back and looked surprised as she saw the stranger appear, losing control of her car…

The girl watched as the car swerved, falling into the ditch along the road…on the other side of the road.

The girl watched as the car rolled over and over, her near black eyes watching…as if she came from another plane.

Eventually the car stopped rolling, Frieda’s lower arm out of the splintered windowed and her head against the headrest.

The girl could clearly see a bloody gash on the right side of Frieda’s forehead, Fried clearly unconscious.

‘Or dying’ the girl thought as she heard Frieda breath her last whisper… her job here complete… Part two (A new day)

Megan walked through the streets, daylight drying her coat and hair of the rain that had thundered down all night.

As she walked through the streets she passed a group of girls, the girls all wearing the same kind of fashion.

She didn’t pay any action to them, they were fit and healthy and not worth her trouble…

But the man walking in the same direction as the girls were…

He had a bad heart, his heartbeat beating irregularly in her ears.

She breathed; her breath suddenly heavy as if she was connecting to this man…

As she did this the man’s heart beat faster, Megan hearing his heart beat go faster and faster, her eyes growing black like a void’s…

The man suddenly fell to his knees, clutching his heart as she passed, her pace slower as well as her movements seeming to blur…

Megan watched as the heart monitor beeped, the man’s heart rate having been stabilised quickly.

‘But he’s not going to live long though…I’ve just started the ball rolling.’ She thought knowing his fate was sealed…

Part three (Death by Stereo (part one) )

Jack Banks was waiting in the lobby when a girl came into the building, the woman at the desk hardly looking up…

The girl was dressed in black, her black trousers flaring out at her ankles, black leather heeled boots while her top was black, the sleeves flaring out at her wrist. A leather coat hung from her shoulders, her hair hanging like feathers on the coat, her eyes the darkest brown he’d ever seen…her fair skin the only thing that was mismatched.

The girl walked to the lift and pressed the button and stood back, waiting for the lift to come back down.

She looked round occasionally, her face sharply defined from his view of her face.

The bell then rang as the lift doors opened and he jumped up, picking up his guitar as he did. He’d been waiting for the lift anyway…

“Which floor?” He asked her, the girl smiling.

“First floor,” she said, her brown eyes sparkling with something not many people had…

“So…are you in a band?” He asked, the girl shaking her head.

“No, just visiting.” She said, Jack nodding.

“Boyfriend in a band?” He asked again, the girl shaking her head, her smile still there.

“I haven’t got a boyfriend; not yet anyway.” She said, Jack nodding.

Jack saw the lift coming to his floor and decided he’d probably never get a chance like this again.

He rummaged into his pocket and got out a pad and a pen…

“Well here’s my mobile number so if you ever want to meet up…go for coffee maybe.” He said, the girl laughing.

“Maybe, it depends if my job comes in the way.” She said, sounding like she liked his straight forwardness, the lift stopping at the floor Jack need to get of.

“I nearly forgot to ask your name?” He said as he walked out, the girl smiling in response.

“Megan, my names Megan” She said, Jack smiling.

“Jack, Jack Banks” He said before the doors of the lift shut, Megan settling back against the wall of the lift…

Part four (Death by Stereo (part two) )

Jack came off the stage to see Megan waiting with the other of the bands fans, Jack waving mainly at her.

Megan smiled and waved back, some of the girls noticing who he was waving at…

“Staying in town for a bit?” Jack asked as he and Megan came into one of the backstage rooms.

Megan nodding, “Yeah, got a few things to do but I had some free time tonight.” She said, Jack putting his guitar against the wall.

“How’s the career going? Hitting the big bucks?” She asked as she sat on the sofa, Jack laughing at her brashness.

“Slowly but surely.” He said as Megan put her leather coat by her, her clothes still the same black clothes.

“You like black don’t you? You never get out of that colour.” He said, Megan smiling.

“I like black; it’s perfect for when you don’t want to be seen.” She said, Jack sitting opposite her.

“You’re not like other girls.” He said, Megan laughing, smiling warmly.

“Who does? We’re all individuals and special in our own way.” She said, Jack hearing her special something that made him look at her in the first place come out.

“You’re certainly special; you’re like you’re from another time or place.” He said, Megan smiling knowingly…

“I am aren’t I?” She said, her eyes glinting like a crows…

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