Chapter 4
Signe could see Daniel running over to Darren on the stage, holding him up, trying to wake him up, but to no avail. She saw Daniel throw his head up into the air and screaming, with his long and slender neck twisting despairingly, all the while clutching Darren to his stomach. But Darren made no movement; he didn't say a word. He just lay there on the stage, silent and still, his arms and legs spread out like a broken doll. That's what he could have been, with his porcelain white skin, dark eyelashes, and full lips. A broken doll, waiting to be fixed.
People ran all over, waving their hands in the air and screaming soundlessly. Signe saw Anna and Nicole running backstage, most likely to phone the paramedics. Ben and Lee ran over to Daniel and Darren, and ripped off the sleeves of their shirts to bandage Darnel's head and stomach. They propped up Darren's head, while Daniel shakily got up. He held up his hands and stared at the blood on them, his eyes wide and glazed over.
"DARREN!!!!" Signe screamed with all her might, hoping that by doing so he would be revived, but as soon as the word left her mouth, the vision in the fire flickered warily, and then totally vanished before her eyes. She realized that she was shaking, hyperventilating, and that tears ran down her cheeks like a river.
She closed her eyes, trying to tune out all sounds such as the cackling of the fire and the telephone ringing, and tried to concentrate on nothingness. But she kept on seeing the image of Darren lying on the ground and Daniel holding him in his lap. She was horrified at what she had just seen. An unknown person had just shot Darren with a gun in the stomach and head.
Suddenly, the thought struck her that the horrid event would most likely take place that night.
"What am I going to do?" she sobbed as she rocked back and forth, just like Dan had done. "What am I going to do?"
She contemplated trying to stop the concert from happening, to convince Daniel and Darren to postpone it to another night. But then Signe realized that would be impossible. She would never be able to get anyone to listen to her. Besides, what would she say? "Oh, I had a vision that something terrible was going to happen at the concert tonight... can we have show some other time?" But she somehow had to prevent Daz from being shot.
Yeah, like that would work. They would all think she was a loony. Not even Daniel or Darren knew about her power. No one did, except for her mother, who also had it. But Signe's power to heal was still quite strong.
Signe's mother had explained to her that she came from a long line of witches... white witches that practiced the white magic, not black ones that practiced the dark arts. They were descendants in a long line of healers, where only the women had the power, and the men would not receive it. Usually, the witch would have one special power that was the strongest. Signe's mother's strongest power was the power of touch, which was why she was able to diagnose patients easily of their illness and also her power to heal was magnified. She explained that Signe's power most likely was the power of sight, because she was able to see images if she stared into a fire long enough. Her mother confessed that even she herself couldn't do that. That probably explained why Signe couldn't heal people as quickly... she had the power of sight.
But now that her mother passed on, and Signe wasn't able to learn any new information about her past.
Suddenly, she snapped out of the catatonic-like trance she had been in and heard that telephone ring again. Quickly running over to the desk, she picked it up and said a quiet hello.
"Sig!!!!" a loud voice shouted, "When are ya gonna pick us up, gal?!"
Signe glanced up at the clock, and saw it was 10 after 5. "Oh my God!" she gasped as she realized how late she was, "I'm so sorry! I guess I lost track of time when I, uh, fell asleep!"
"Well, I've been trying to phone you for the last 10 minutes!" Candra exclaimed, "It's been half an hour since I last spoke to ya! You were sleeping?! My God, why didn't you wake up?!"
"I'm sorry, Candra... I was just, um, having a real bad dream, and, uh, couldn't wake up. Anyway, I’m gonna be over there as soon as I can, okies?"
"Yeah, well move you ass outta there! The concert starts in half and hour, and I wanna get there and meet Daz and Dan!"
"Yeah, I'll be there in a few minutes. Bye."
Signe quickly hung up the phone and rushed upstairs. She put on a bit of lipstick and eyeshadow, and threw on a clean shirt with a black dragon on it's front. She would have worn the one she had on before, but it was drenched with sweat from when she saw the vision in the fire.
"There may be only one way I can change what might happen," she whispered as she went through a plastic bag that had been thrown onto her bed a few hours before. She fished around in it for a few seconds, then pulled out a few articles of clothing. The two shirts were for Darren and Daniel, and she had bought them for the guys at the mall because had been in a giving mood. She had a silver and black top for Dan with strange white symbols on it, and a small white one for Daz that had a red dragon on the front and two red stripes along the outside of either arm. She hoped that if she convinced Daz to wear the top while he sang I Want You, then he would not be shot and receive the gunshot wounds.
Maybe she could stop fate from taking its toll, and save Darren by trying to change the situation.
It was a long-shot, but it was her only hope.
Running down the stairs and flying out the door, she hopped into her dark blue car, threw the two shirts in the backseat, and sped off to Candra's house to pick her and Chris up for the concert.
But the whole time she was driving, feeling of anxiousness and doom were inside her and she couldn't shake them, no matter how hard she tried.