They’ve paced back in time.
Cassandra gains her consciousness back in a very royal looking house. She wasn’t bound to anything nor was she strapped or mutilated.
“Saved…” Her breath was shaky.
She looks down on her body.
Suddenly, she grew an inch of boobs.
“What the fuck?” She thought her periods were close as she looked down at herself. The unfamiliar looking room held no mysterious devices. But she was concerned about Zayn.
“Zayn? Zayn!!” She runs out, not knowing her clothes weren’t in shape. She wasn’t wearing an underwear, or anything covering her legs at all.
“Zayn!” She cries, fear getting the best of her.
“Cassie!?” Someone’s mature voice calls her. There was an argument between men and boys behind the wall. She couldn’t figure out how big the house was, or at least what the house was at all.
She begins crying, still unaware of the no clothes on her body.
“Cassie!?” The thundering of footsteps makes her cower in fear. She runs back to her room and peeps out to see the silhouette approaching faster. He was tall, he was a man.
And he was wearing clothes that resembled an office goer.
“Cassie!” Another boy runs behind him as Cassie suddenly closes the door shut.
“Cassie, open the door!” The two boys rap on her door. She was afraid as she jumps back from the door.
“Leave me alone! What do you want from me!?” Screams Cassie.
Out of the blue, there is a letter that drops from the ceiling in front of her. Her soul almost jumps out of her skin.
“Cassie what happened!? Open the fuck up!” Another boyish voice joins.
“Get away from me! Please!” She looks at the letter and screams. Suddenly, there were a few wordings written on the paper.
“For Cassandra Johnson.” Who the fuck is Cassandra Johnson?
As she stares at it, it’s text written changes. Cassandra screams again at the bizarre events.
Through the commotion outside, Cassandra couldn’t read it with concentration. Her vision flung from the door and the paper which’s ink was blotting on its own to form a new text.
“Cassandra, open it. You’re in the year 2022.” Says the text.
“What…?”
“I’m harmless.” Again, says the text.
Cassandra, as if in trance begins to inch for the letter. She opens it and it said,
“You have to save this family from the God of Death. You have only one year to save all of them dying in a chronological order.
Zayn and you shall die first, by car accident.” Her gasp was loud and made everyone outside the door consider breaking it open.
“Louis will shortly die later in a plane crash.” LOUIS!? Her brother!?
She wasn’t as shocked as with her own death sequence. Maybe it is that she’s seen it already. Nonetheless. She panicked very harshly when she saw her brother’s name written there. Tears began falling from her face.
“Alex will die out of an injury to his head.” Says the letter. Cassandra observed how riddled and unspecified were the instructions to ‘save’ them from the Literal God Of Death.
She shakes her head, the headache was pulsating impudently.
“Framton Johnson will die of a heart attack.” Says the words.
“What the fuck…” she needed to collaborate with Zayn as quickly as possible because it is growing into a menace.
Why the hell did she travel back in time? She will be doomed if she was the lone traveller and Zayn wasn’t there.
But… where the hell was Zayn even?