The nail in my coffin ~ Ian McKinley

Bludworth ~ 6 ~

(Quick An: I know Kimberly and Thomas are not in the third movie. And I know William Bludworth is not in it as well. But I wanted to put them in here and it's my story so I can do what I want! YEEEHAAAHH. Also it's mostly because I adore Bludworth's creepyness. But I've talked to much already, on with the chapter!)

Edited: July 6th 2022

After Frankie's death Ian, Kevin, Wendy and I were sitting on a park bench. 

I was the first to speak after we had sat down. "Ian... Honnestly if you don't believe me after all this I don't know anymore."

"I don't know what to believe anymore... it just doesn't make sence. It's like ghosts. You can't prove it."

"But we can! Ashley and Ashlyn's death was similair as on the photo. We just need to figure out what was the thing on Frankie's photo." Wendy softly told the goth. "Ok, but if the picture shows nothing, I'm out." Ian sighed. "Deal." I smiled.

A guy and a girl walked up to us. "I'm so sorry, but we overheard your conversation... I'm Kimberly Corman and this is Thomas Burke... We might know a way to help you..."

"What? What do you mean you can help?" Kevin started.

"Which one of you got the vision?" Thomas asked.

"Who are you again?" Ian asked. "Just tell us." Kimberly said. "Well I did." I said.

"The same thing happend to me...." Kimberly explained. "And we know a guy that can explain Death's rules to you."

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"Just down here." Kimberly said. We were walking towards the back of a morque, Ian's hand in mine. There was an old looking wooden door. Thomas opened it. "Are we suppost to go in here?" Kevin asked. "He is probbably already expecting us..." Kimberly said and we walked in. It looked like an old castle.

"Meeting a creepy dude in a creepy place... Great!" Ian said.

I saw a table with a body on it. Could it be? I looked at the corpse and yes, it was Frankie! Now that the blood was cleaned off you could see his brain open for the world to see. "Hey, guys?" I said and everyone walked over to Frankie. "Was this a friend of yours?" Kimberly asked. "Not really a friend... He was a perv... But yea, we knew him..." Wendy said, I could tell she was shaking. 

"Kinda sad we're never going to see his stupid flirting attepts anymore..." Kevin said. It was quiet for a while before Frankie's hand flew up. Everyone was scared shitless! 

"In Satan's name!" Ian called out.

"Shhh... Please. You'll wake the dead." A guy said while he walked up to Frankie's body.

"Why'd his hand do that?" Kevin asked.

"Chemicals. The vascular flush creates cadaveric spasms." The guy said. "Kimberly... Nice to have you back..."

"Mr. Bludworth..." She said with a knod in his direction. 

"Look, i'm (Y/n)-" Mr. Bludworth cut me off "I know who you are."

I ignored him. "We're just here to get some answers..."

"Ok but let's concider the very real possibility that this was just an accident." Ian shrugged.

"In death, there are no accidents... no coincidences, no mishaps... and no escapes, Mr. McKinley." Mr. Bludworth spoke. "What you have to realize is we're all just a mouse... a cat has by the tail. Every single move we make... from the mundane to the monumental... the red light that we stop at or run... the people we have sex with or won't with us... roller coasters that we ride or walk out of... it's all part of death's sadistic design... leading to the grave."

"Design. Does that mean if... you figure out the design, you can cheat death?" I asked Mr. Bludworth.

"(Y/n), you've already done that... by getting out of the roller coaster. Your friend's departure... shows that death has a new design for all of you. Now you have to figure out... how and when it's coming back at you. Play your hunch Pip... if you think you can get away with it. But remember... the risk of cheating the plan... of disrespecting the design... could incite a fury to terrorize even the Grim Reaper. And you don't even want to fuck with that."

"I don't want to be disrespectfull to you sir. But can I ask you how you know my nickname is Pip? Only Ian calls me that?"

He completly ignored me and went on with his story. "Death doesn't like to be cheated. I've seen this before... A lucky few survive a disaster... And then one by one, Death comes for them all... You changed things by getting off that roller coaster... There's a wrinkle in reality, and that wrinkle is you..."

"So what? We're doomed to die? That's it? We just got our lives back! What kind of fucked up karma is that?" Kevin said. 

"You were suppost to die on that roller coaster... You're not suppost to be here... You shorted death... So you let Death have somebody else in your place... And then you take their spot in the realm of the living... All the days and years that they have yet to live... And they take your place in death... Then the books are balanced..."

"Wait a minute. We kill someone, we get their life? Is that what you're telling me?" Ian asked.

"Only the remainder of their days... Only new life can truly defeat death..."

"What does that mean?" Wendy asked.

"People say there's a balance to everything... For every life there's a death, and for every death there's a life... But the introduction of life that was not meant to be, that can invalidate the list, force Death to start anew.... Stay close to the ones you love" He looked at me and Ian. "Follow the signs." He looked at Wendy. "And play by death's rules..." Now he looked at Kevin.

"These are some fucked up rules!" Kevin called out.

"I don't make the rules. I just clean up after the game is over. I'll see you soon." And with that Mr. Bludworth walked away and through a door. Out of our vision.