A/N: Well, here I am with my first attempt at a Final Destination fic. Just a friendly heads up, this story will be different from the usual Final Destination formula. Death will still play a big part in the story only this time it's going to be more straightforward with how it's going to fix its design.

Pain. That was all Wendy could feel as she raised up her head off the ground. At least she knew she was still alive. Her head was throbbing as she attempted to lift herself up. And to top it off her leg seemed broken. Wendy felt tears stream down her face as she took in the grisly sight in front of her. There were so many bodies, so much death around her. All because death wanted her, Kevin, and Julie, and it didn't care if it had to go through a million innocent people to do it. Wendy was broken out of her train of thought by the sound of wheels on tracks. Wendy turned her head to see another subway train headed straight for her!

"This is just a vision!" Wendy screamed in her mind as the train came at her full speed.

"IT'S JUST A VISION!" Wendy shouted in her thoughts as the train hit her and then suddenly she was back in the train. She had a single tear trailing down her cheek and her mouth hanging wide open. It really was just a vision.

"I was gonna look you up afterwards," Kevin began. "You ok? Is something wrong?" He asked noticing the freaked out look on Wendy's face.

"The train," That was all Wendy was able to choke out, but enough for Kevin to understand.

"Oh shit. Not again," Kevin cursed before rushing to the emergency brake. He pulled it down, but nothing happened.

"It's not working!" He yelled to Wendy and Julie, who were already busy trying to pry open the train doors. "Somebody stop the train!"

It was too late however. The train immediately derailed and began its deadly course all over again for Wendy.

"Julie we have to get away from the windows!" Wendy shouted to Julie. She obeyed and the two sisters, with great difficulty managed to maneuver themselves towards the hand railings.

"Julie, where's Kevin! ?" Wendy shouted as they held on for dear life. Kevin was suddenly thrown, back first, into the window just in front of them and couldn't pull himself away. "Kevin, take my hand!" Wendy screamed as she outstretched her arm. Kevin, however, wasn't close enough to her.

Keeping low to the floor, Wendy carefully attempted to get closer to Kevin while Julie had gripped her right leg to keep her from being thrown away. Wendy grabbed Kevin's hand and pulled him off the window just as it broke. The three of them all got close together and held on praying for this to be over soon. The train then hit a wall and sent them all flying out.

Kevin was the first to recover and managed to get himself into a sitting position. Somehow, by the grace of God, he was miraculously fine save for a few bumps and scratches he received from the train crash.

"Wendy! ? Julie! ? Are you guys all right! ?" He called out.

"Kevin, over here!" Julie answered.

"Julie, are you ok?"

"No. I think my arm is broken. Where's Wendy?"

"Uhhh," Wendy groaned as she pulled herself up. Her right leg was broken and her face was covered with blood.

"Wendy, we're over here!" Kevin and Julie called out, but Wendy didn't seem to hear their call.

"Wendy!" They called again. Then they saw what was causing Wendy to space out. She was on the subway train tracks and they heard one coming straight for her!

"NOOOOO!" Wendy screeched at the top of her voice while raising her right hand as if that would stop the train. Something unreal happened at that moment. The entire front section of the train suddenly smashed itself in like it had hit something.

"Wendy…what did you do?" Kevin said breathlessly.

"I don't know," She answered as her vision began to blur. "I don't know," and then she passed out.


Wendy regained consciousness somewhere outside of the subway. She was surrounded by a giant crowd and what appeared to be a news crew being held back by the police. Looking down at her were Kevin and Julie, who were following her into the ambulance. As the paramedics placed her inside, something else caught Wendy's eye. Five figures dressed in black and seemingly unnoticed by the crowd were staring in her direction. Though Wendy couldn't see their hooded faces, something about them felt oddly familiar.

As Wendy's ambulance drove off one of the figures said, "Come on", and walked into a nearby alley way.

Once they were away from everyone else the figure turned to face the other four. He pulled of his hood to reveal what appeared to be a young man in his early twenty's with black hair.

"You failed me," Death said furiously. "You all assured me that the subway crash would finish the three of them off, premonition or not."

"Why do we have to keep doing this?" One of them asked. "Those three are good people and don't deserve to die."

Death walked right up to her and grabbed her by the neck. "They have screwed up my design not once, but three times! I don't care if they are good people, when you mess with my design you pay the price!" Death then shoved her into the arms of another figure.

"Don't yell at her!" He shouted at Death.

"Enough!" Death shouted at them all. I'm giving you all another chance to get this right or I will send you all back to your Final Destination. Understand?"

They all nodded their heads slowly.

"Good. Now let's go. We have work to do."

A/N: No, death doesn't have an actual physical form. It just possessed an innocent bystander to observe the aftermath of the crash. So what did you guys think of this chapter? Should I keep going? Let me know what you thought about how Wendy survived the crash. Any guesses as to who the other mysterious strangers were?