The drive there was ordinary. Nothing about the late afternoon said we're about to be sentenced to death.

The late afternoon sun blazed in a fiery display, reflecting off a few remaining clouds to make a typical Gauteng afternoon. There was no wind buffering the car nor chill in the air. It was as if all the signs we'd come to recognize as Zake's presence were deliberately missing. Deliberately.

My guess was it was the calm before the storm. The clouds would gather in a few minutes and suddenly lightning would be flashing, turning night into day.

Ma and I drove in silence. I think she was excited. The prospect of all these things that happen in her house coming to an end probably excited her. We all were probably. We wanted it to end more than we wanted to mourn. Except me and maybe Shay.

I wondered how. Not how Zake was doing all of this. Not why he was exacting this elaborate rouge of revenge. No, I wondered how he had killed himself and taken his family with.

Those thoughts quickly disappeared as we pulled up by the church.

St Martin's Anglican.

I haven't been to many churches in my life but this one was different. It was big, daunting, old fashion. It wasn't this massive building with five  twelve foot stained glass on each side, massive channel where the bell usually sat.

No this one was different in more ways than one. A small fence seperated the street and the actual property. That was unusual because usually fences were so big you couldn't even see. Then there was the building itself. It was small, taking up maybe a fourth of the entire property. At the very top were four small stained glass windows on either side, with a ordinary wooden door as the entrance. The bell actually stood away from the church itself, connected to its own arch.

But other than that, the only one thing that made this place so special was the feeling. It was the first church I ever been near that actually had a beyond feeling to it.

"It looks exactly like your painting, Kete." My mother finally spoke. I had drown the same conclusion. This was the church I had painted during the medium meeting.

"You should stop staring at it and probably go." My mother insisted. My head snapped to her and I nodded. My hand gripped the handle and pulled the door open, putting my mask on but before I could get out. "Come back to me, my child."

I looked at my mother, my heart warming. She couldn't see the smile behind my mask but I'm sure she felt it. "I will."

Turning away from the car I noticed basically everybody was here. Caleb, Shay, Unathi, Tshepang stood in a loose semi-circle, Connor and Toni still missing.

My mind suddenly flashed back to the meeting that had started this whole mess. Us seven gathered in a loose semi circle while our parents discussed what this meant for them. That seemed like so long ago yet it was just a few days ago.

"Where's Connor and Toni?" I immediately asked.

Unathi nodded. "Hey to you too, Kete. To answer your question we don't know."

Tshepang turned to the church. "So this is it, hey? Is this the right place?"

I nodded and told them of the painting. "This is definitely the place. He pointed me here."

Caleb snorted and rolled his eyes. "No offense, and I know Shay's mother said he has a thing for her or whatever, but it kinda seems like he hasn't done anything to you too, Kete."

"That's pretty funny coming from the one that only had, what, one bad dream?" I shot back. Caleb turned on me and seemed about to say something that would've gotten him punched but Tshepang stepped in.

"Hey now! We're in this together, okay? Just relax." She gently pushed Caleb back. "What I'm wondering is why is this the end? I mean what exactly makes us think that Zake is gonna stop after today?"

"I guess we're about to find out." Unathi guessed and pointed. A car pulled up and Toni and Connor got out.