Death #9:
Answered Prayers
By Karen
"You
know something doesn't feel right," Nick said, glancing over at Brian. A
worried look on the younger man's face.
Brian shrugged the comment off and continued on with
getting ready for the show. He reminded his friend that he always got this way
towards the end of the tour. Nick let out a sigh as he watched Brian walk off
and turned his head to see who else was around.
"Yo Kev, man I don't think these are working correctly."
Again, he was brushed off and told to get ready
they were starting within a few minutes. Nick was frustrated with the fact yet
again nobody was listening to him nor taking his comments seriously. But facts
were facts, the screaming within the arena were confirmation. It was time to
start the show. He would just have to suck it up.
The blonde closed his eyes as he was lifted up out
of their hiding spot and started to move slowly through the arena. He began to
do his well rehearsed moves, playing Nick Backstreet to perfection. Inside he
was a mess. His heart was bounding out of control, sweat already starting to
form on his forehead. Something wasn't right. His feet could move more freely
and above all the noise, he could swear that there was a high pitched squeaking
noise.
Time felt like it was slow moving as he made his
way over the crowd towards his position. He looked down and that was a big
mistake. It was obvious they were high up over the crowd but seeing the sea of
people below made Nick's head start to swim. He swallowed hard and looked
forward, some where off into the dark corner of the arena. Lights were flashing
all around him, glow sticks swirling and the constant screaming of excited
fans. He started to pray that he could get back on the ground quickly.
It was the home stretch. He was making his way
towards the meeting point. His heart was pounding in his chest as he focused
forward. The blonde didn't notice that his feet were moving more feely now nor
did he realize that there was a cable hanging down past his safety device. He
did, however, notice that he was starting to go slower and slower. Panic was
about to set in when he looked down. His eyes went wide when he saw the cable
and all at once he was dumped forward off of his flying skateboard. His feet
were no longer attached and his safety harness was split in two. Nick Carter
was falling towards the crowd. Screams of terror were mixing with the screams
of excitement as those in the area noticed the youngest Backstreet Boy.
The morning paper had the headline regarding his
gruesome passing but management was working had to keep all pictures of Nick
dead out of the press. It was the internet where they had no control. Fans had
posted the picture and it was spreading like wildfire. Images of Nick Carter
impaled on the very pole he was supposed to use later on filtered through
inboxes, horrifying people and leaving fans in tears.
His pray was answered, but not in the way he had
hoped. There was no mention to arrive safely.
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