Andrew simply went out to McDonald's. He was hungry after a long night of playing solo que games and some Destiny. He hadn't had his driver's license too long, but he wasn't bad at it. Just inexperienced. Like with practically everything in life.

(I'm not sure if that's my fault, or not....)

**Heh, I don' think so bro. Doesn't seem like it or anythin'.**

*It could be considered both your fault and not.*

(Alright sure, we'll go with that.)

**I say we get a shit ton of coke man! We should go kick moar Diamon' ass!!**

*Sigh. Always bloodthirsty aren't you Imbicile.*

**You know it Robot-Dipshit!**

(....)

Andrew listened to the two of them argue on while he made his way up to the entrance. He would have used the drive through, but his legs could use some movement after sitting in his chair for several hours without end. Even for a small suberben town, you can't go wrong by having a 24 hour drive through!

He got himself two large cokes, a large fry, and one small fry. He'd put one coke in the fridge and grab a Heresey's bar before gettin' back to the Field's of Justice. (Justice.... what a pretty word).

**Uh-oh! He's turnin' into Yasuo again!**

*Immitating Fictional Characters seems like a rather idiotic and narrow-minded plan to me.*

(Shut up.)

**Your funeral bro.**

(At this rate, it WILL be.)

*Perhaps you should focus on driving?*

(I damn well plan to, now shut up!)

**....asshole.**

*........*

Andrew had just left and walked to his car, an older Infinity model that he didn't know off the top of his head, which he had parked in the Jewel Osco's parking lot, right across the way from the McDonald's. He got to his car, pulled out, and made his way back to the main road- his intent for home.

While waiting for the light to turn green, Andrew let his mind wander a little.

(I wonder if they still run a lot of Cargo Trains through here.)

*They obviously would, even if we have had little in the way of hearing them nowadays.*

**I wonder if they're as dangerous as Commuter Trains, since they have less speed due to the added weight....**

*....Psycho's saying intelligent things, we're in danger.*

(....Isn't that a little extreme?)

**Nope!** *Not at all.*

(....Riiiiight....)

When the light turned green, Andrew waited for his turn to turn right, go across the train tracks they'd been talking about, and have a short way till he got home again. As Fate had it, Andrew wouldn't be reaching home again. He was lucky that the two of them pestered him into leaving a psudo-will on his laptop open, thinking they just wanted him to jokingly be prepared for a case of sudden Death.

Unforntunately for Andrew, he needed it.

It was approximately 4 Am, on a Saturday morning. It was the time where there were piss poor drivers out. And drunks. And inexperienced teens. And stupid drag-racers if you were VERY speical.

Andrew's bad luck came back to bite him once more. He had the whole shabang.

When he was turning, four cars, obviously moving at insanely high speeds, came down the main road. Even if mostly abandoned at this hour of the morning, there were a few other cars out still. They apperently didn't care. They were racing, and possibly drunk by how badly they seemed to be controlling their driving.

It was just his luck that one would ram into him, damaging his car, hurting him, and making him lose control of his turn. It was just his luck that the stupidest things- Like cargo trains coming at 4 am, could happen to him.

It was his Fate that he'd die there.

He wasn't really capable of moving. Disoriented from the unexpected crash, his head was thinking straight- and possibly at all. The train coming, he didn't even notice. His ears both hurt, and rang. They really, REALLY rang.

**Dude. DUDE. MOVE YOUR DUMB ASS!**

*YOU IDIOT, DO NOT SIT THERE!*

(....uuuuuuhhhhhhh.....).

Andrew looked up, he didn't even have a minute before the train would hit him. The girl who had hit him was still next in her car, unconsious from the crash most likely. They'd both die at this rate.

Andrew slowly got his head back together, and took of his seat belt, grabbed the keys, openned his door, and stumbled his way around his car over to her's. Neither was in a good position, and their cars would be lost without a doubt. He'd just have to settle from getting them out alive. Going over to her door, he found it locked, and without any way to do anything else, he quickly took out his car keys, held thim in the hand he hand put the sleave up past, and started trying to smash the window.

While he managed to break enough he could stick his hand in, he was almost out of time. Too close is how much distance there was left. Andrew poped the lock on the door, swung it open, and fumbled with the girl's seat belt. Afterwords, he grabbed the tall girl's waist, and started to drag her out. While his ears still rang, his head hurt, and he thought he saw some blood falling from above his eye, he still did his best to focus on the girl he wanted to save.

*Quickly now!*

**Bro, Move fucking faster already!*

(Shut.....up.... whaddaya think I'm tryin tah fuckin' do you assholes?)

While he had dragged their slightly ragged bodies away from the crashed vehicles, he didn't account for a few things:

One: That the racers would come back after losing a member, which made him lose focus on the train to be able to react to another car trying to kill him.

Two: That he probably had a concussion, and having never gotten one before, not knowing what he was doing, or if he was killing himself at all. The blood was pretty distracting as well.

And Three: That the cars would be decimated. And parts were likely to go flying like large pieces of shrapnel.

And they were **very** dangerous too.

After all those things were accounted for finally, the train hit their cars, pieces went flying, and he was currently leaning over the girl.

He accidentally protected her from it, but doomed himself in the process.

Andrew never really understood WHY there was a large piece of metal juttering from his chest, or why he felt he even worse than before- he'd never felt such pure PAIN in his life!

**Ah....we lost.**

*Unfortunate.*

(....What?)

His last thoughts were of four things: A lucky number even in death:

One: The girl seemed to still be alive. That was a minor plus.

Two: That he wouldn't be able to compete at World's Again. That was a major negative.

Three: That he wouldn't be able to ever date Ana. That was also a major negative.

And Four: ** *Why did it have to happen to him?* **

Andrew Davis died that night. At 4:08 Am. His hometown would mention his minor heroic deed in the paper. His fans would be greatly saddened.

He....He just didn't want to die yet. He hadn't fulfilled his dream yet. He wasn't the best ADC in the World yet! He'd barely become a Pro Gamer!

His final thought overall though:

** *Why? What did I do?* **