A/N: Holler! I just wanna say sorry to all my wrestling peeps. Hehe. This is my fic for Final Destination and I'm super excited. I just saw the fourth movie today in 3D and I loved it. This contains spoilers, sorry. Read. Review. And, above all, ENJOY! Peace and love!
NO OWNAGE: I don't own the movies or Hunt Wynorski. OWNAGE: I own Lyla and other OCs I may feature.

My name is Lyla Valentine and I'm a survivor.

No, not a survivor of cancer or anything like that. But, I am a survivor of death. I can't tell you how many times I've narrowly escaped some horrific accident. Don't believe me? Fine. It all started when I was twelve. My parents had divorced a few years back and I'd kinda rebelled. My dad got sick of me and intended on sending me to live in France with my mother. Oh, it was so nice of him to send a scared twelve year old on a plane to another country all by herself. Whatever. It wasn't a big deal to me. I didn't wanna go, but I kinda had no choice.

I remember Alex Browning and the high school class from Mount Abraham. I'd watching intently as he freaked out and a group of students were removed from the plane. Being the inquisitive girl that I am, I followed. Hey, I was hoping to see a fight. Just when Alex and that Carter Horton guy were about to brawl, the windows shattered. I was knocked to the ground by the explosion, but when I looked up, I couldn't believe my eyes. The plane had exploded just like he said it would. My dad apologized hundreds of times for putting me on the plane alone. But, I didn't fully understand what I'd gotten myself into at the time.

A year later, things got weird again. I could feel it. Something was off. But, my brother insisted that I go with him to our cousin's house. Things got a little weird when we got onto Route 23. Kimberly Corman had purposely stopped traffic, blocking the road with her car. My brother was livid. He was screaming and yelling, banging his fists against the steering wheel. I offered to go see what was going on, hoping that he'd calm down. I managed to get a hold of a man named Rory, asking him what'd happened. Before he could answer, I found answer. I saw the logs flying off the truck and I felt my heart stop as one impaled my brother. Rory tackled me to the ground as some of the flaming debris tried to take my head off. I never forgave myself for my brother's death.

Oh, but things get better.

I went to McKinley High and survived all four years without any tragedy. Until the senior trip. I don't even know why I went. I'm not a fan of amusement parks, but I figured I'd be brave and go on The Devil's Flight (I hate rollercoasters). I sat in the second to last row, knowing that I'd freak if I saw the tracks. Wendy and Kevin sat behind me and all I could hear was her freak out. Yeah, that didn't exactly ease my fears. I lost it when Wendy started claiming that the rollercoaster would crash. As soon as the restraints were opened, I ran out of there. When the rollercoaster actually crashed, I started believing that death was still after me.

Hunt Wynorski is the reason I'm in this predicament now. We dated our freshman and sophomore years of college. I broke up with him when I found him cheating on me with some brunette named Janet Cunningham. This led to the two of us becoming bloodthirsty enemies. I couldn't help but still harbor feelings for Hunt. We're graduating college soon and I wanted to patch things up with him. So I followed him to McKinley Speedway. Well, I was going there anyway. Racing is something that has always fascinated me.

I sat a few rows back from Hunt and his friends. It wasn't the time to talk to him. I'd decided on finding him after the race. I'd been so focused on the race that I didn't hear Hunt's friend Nick yelling about a crash. It was only when I saw them running that I followed. I locked eyes with Hunt when we made it outside. Before I could say anything, some girl was killed after a tire hit her. I didn't see Hunt for a while after that. But, I wanted to. I figured he'd go to same place he always goes to when he wants to get laid: the pool. He's fighting with some little kid that squirted him with a water gun. Same old Hunt. Everyone says he's an insensitive dick, but he's not like that with me.

I couldn't bring myself to say anything I just watched. He ended up dropping his lucky coin into the pool and dove right in after it. What a surprise. Except not. But, something went wrong. The pool started draining and Hunt was being sucked down to the bottom of the pool. That's when I did the stupidest thing I've ever done: I jumped into after him. I still don't know how I did it, but I held onto the ledge and reached for his hand. I pulled him out of the pool, my heart racing. I still couldn't believe that this was happing again. I demanded that Hunt and I went to someplace to talk and that's where things take another twist. Talking in the Death by Caffeine café.

"You saved me," Hunt says in disbelief.

"You're welcome," I smile.

So we talk. Hunt explains about Nick's premonition and how everyone kept dying after they escaped. It's not the first I've heard this kind of story. Hunt tells me that he has to find Nick, Janet and Lori. Something tells me this won't end well. After using my Blackberry, he says that he couldn't get in touch with any of them. We managed to find them at the Mall Cinema, alive thankfully. But, weeks later, things don't go so well. Hunt and I were supposed to meet the trio at a diner to celebrate, but we…uh…got a little distracted. It was too late by the time we got there. A truck had swerved to hit a scaffolding, crushing Nick, Lori and Janet in the process.

That brings us to now. Hunt and I are on our way to the memorial service. Something tells me that this is just the beginning of something horrible. For now, Hunt and I are the final two. That doesn't exactly made of feel at ease. Something's off. I can feel it. Hunt says I'm being paranoid. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

A/N: I hope you liked this. Review!