Okay! I changed a few things, but nothing major. I just tried to make some parts flow better because it's been bugging me. Sooooo, ENJOY! For those of you who are new to this story, it's just a spinoff of Final Destination (the original movie, not the one that just came out) and it's spot on with the movie at the beginning, but it will definitely stray towards the end. Characters are OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Final Destination, but Robert Pattinson owns me.
"I can't believe my baby boy is growing up so fast!" my mother, Esme, exclaims. I blush, embarrassed by her over-the-top emotions even though there is currently nobody around except my Dad, Carlisle, to witness it. My mother wraps her arms around me and I can feel her tears soak through my shirt.
I hesitantly put my arms around her, very loosely, and pat her back. "I-it's okay, mom. I'm just going to be gone for 10 days. You'll barely have time to miss me!"
My mother has never reacted this badly to me leaving home before, but then again, I've never been out of the country (or state, even) without her. Tomorrow, my French class is taking a field trip to Paris for "educational purposes," and it will be the first time I've spent more than one night away from my parents. Sad, I know.
Thankfully, our school's French club is fairly small-ish compared to the size of the rest of the school, and only 46 people are going. I've never really been a people person, and I'm glad I won't have to spend the next week and a half with a bunch of people who I couldn't care less about.
"Jasper and Mike's dad just called and said he will be picking you up at 1 o'clock tomorrow to head to the airport," my dad informs me as he leans up against my doorframe, watching my mother and I finish packing for tomorrow.
Jasper Whitlock has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. His dad died before Jazz was even born and his mom remarried only a year after giving birth. Nine months later, Jazz's mom and stepdad had Mike together. Jazz kept his dad's last name of Whitlock, and of course, Mike has his dad's last name, Newton. Their only similarity is their blonde hair-- they both got it from their mother.
Mike is a really cool guy too, but I just don't click with him like I do with Jazz. I don't really click with anyone like I do with Jazz. At school, I pretty much just keep to myself. I'm perfectly fine with that, though, because it keeps me out of the way of Emmett McCarty, the biggest bully (and dick) in the whole school. Jazz and Mike are the only ones I've ever really befriended. Luckily, since we all coordinated our schedules, all three of us are in French and will be going on the trip tomorrow.
"So, Edward, you're going to call me as soon as you land, every night before you go to bed, and before you get on the plane to come back. Do you hear me?" My mother has always been pretty bad at trying to sound stern, but I know she really means what she says.
"Mom! We've been over this a thousand times! I'll definitely call you if I can, but there probably won't be good service over there. And we're probably going to be really busy visiting different tourist spots. Plus, with the time difference it will be kind of difficult…"
"Edward. I do not care if you call me every day at 3 in the morning. You will call," she looks at me with her 'I'm-dead-fucking-serious-so-don't-you-dare-disobey-me' look.
I hang my head in defeat, "Yes, mom."
She smiles and goes to take off the old airline ID marker off of my suitcase.
"NO!" I cry out before I can stop myself. My mother looks up startled.
"Sorry, just…don't…take that off. You know, it's good luck. The last plane we were on didn't crash or anything, so it's gotta be on the bag or at least with it," I explain while blushing. It sounded so much better in my head.
My parents still look completely confused, but nod, trying to humor me.
"Just…for luck," I explain lamely trying to make myself seem less of a completely superstitious dork.
My dad, trying to pull me out of my awkwardness, speaks again, "Well, 17 and on the loose in Paris! Ten days and no parents! Live it up, my boy, you've got your whole life ahead of you!"
As soon as he says this, a shiver runs down my spine and I get this eerie feeling I can't quite explain. I feel kind of panicky and tense. Almost like I can sense impending doom. I simply shrug it off and chalk it up to the fact that I feel that way because I am going to be on an extended trip with Emmett McCarty and minimal adult supervision. Imagine the things he will be able to get away with!
That night, I go to bed fairly early--for me. I know that tomorrow is going to be a long day and that I will probably have trouble sleeping on the plane. I always do.
After a few hours of sleep, I wake up for seemingly no reason. I look out the window to see that it's storming outside, and decide that it's the piercing thunder that woke me. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair as I lay back down on my bed. I'm just about to roll over and try to fall asleep again, when all of a sudden I hear the wind howling wildly. It sounds as if it is all around my room, surrounding me; however, the windows are closed and its sound is too familiar. I swear I hear it calling my name.
It swishes from left to right across my room. Edward. Edward.
Right to left. Edward. Edward.
I shoot up out of my bed and glance at my alarm clock, hoping that it's a decent time to wake up for the day. I don't want to stay in bed any longer.
The clock is glowing 1:00 AM. As I stare at the bright green numbers, the middle digit bar of the first zero lights up briefly so that the time reads 1:80. I get another shiver and decide that I'm still half asleep and this is all just in my head. I get up and head to the bathroom to empty my bladder and when I return, everything is back to normal. No wind. No whispering. The clock reads 1:03 AM.
I must have been dreaming. I silently scold myself for having such ridiculous dreams and for filling my mind with such shit.
After taking another quick glance around the room and deciding that everything really is normal, I turn back over and delve into another deep sleep.
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The next day, Jazz and Mike's (step)dad, George, drops us off in the front of the airport and gets out to say goodbye. He hugs each of his sons before turning to Jazz, "You be sure to keep an eye out for your brother. I want both of you boys to come home safely."
Even though George is not biologically Jasper's dad, he acts like it. Jasper never knew his real father, and so he has always looked at George to fill that role.
"Yeah, alright, Dad. I don't know what you're so worked up about though. It's a school trip. There will be supervision."
George turns towards me and gives me a one armed hug. He has always been like a second father to me. "And Edward, you're in charge of keeping an eye on both of them. You're the only one I trust for the job." I laugh and Mr. Newton gets back in his car and drives off after giving one final wave.
The three of us head to the designated meeting spot, which is near the baggage check. As we walk up to the counter, I notice that we're the last ones to arrive. I glance at the group to get a better idea of who all will be on the trip and see Emmett and his girlfriend, Rosalie Hale, all over each other, practically sucking each other's faces off. I make a face and let me eyes glide straight over them without a second thought.
Next to the lovebirds, I see Alice Cullen, who I swear is bipolar, bouncing up and down. That girl's moods change more than she changes clothes. One minute she's hyper and excited and in a good mood, and in the next, she's screaming at you for God-knows-what. I've never really talked to her before because she intimidates me. Even if she is a foot and a half shorter than me.
My eyes roam the rest of the group (which is thoroughly disappointing, though I don't know what I was expecting. Nearly everyone at my school is a disappointment) and I'm thankful when on the other side of the group, sitting down in one of the seats away from everyone else, I see Bella Swan reading a book. I don't think I've ever said one word to Bella and we've gone to the same school since 8th grade. Everyone at school considers Bella a freak because she wears black a lot and has no interest in trivial high school drama, but I've never known why people avoid her so adamantly. Sure, she wears black, but not in a gothic fashion. She just wears black t-shirts a lot. And sure, she avoids high school drama, but I actually kind of admire her for that. Besides, she's gorgeous. She used to be somewhat popular when she first moved here, but after both her parents died and she was left alone, she withdrew from her friends. She's one of the few people at my school, though, who I can stand. Maybe I'll actually grow the balls to talk to her this week.
"Hey man, let's go check our suitcases!" Jasper exclaims suddenly, making me jump with surprise.
Jasper and Mike run ahead of me to get in line, and I'm making my way to join them slowly when a man steps in front of me. He is fairly young, in his twenties or thirties, and has a shaved head with a white shape drawn on his forehead.
"Death is not the end!" he shouts at me and sets a pamphlet in my hand. The pamphlet reads: Reality Beyond the Matter: Vaishnava Philosophy. I get the same eerie feeling as I did the night before. I become caught up in my own thoughts, trying to talk myself out of this feeling I keep getting, when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I jump and turn around to find Ms. Cope, one of the chaperones on our trip, standing right behind me.
"It will be for you if you harass my students," she snaps at the man. Keeping her hand on my shoulder, she leads me over to the baggage check. I set my bag on the scale, and the lady takes my boarding pass and passport from me.
"It's the same as your birthday," she says conversationally.
Confused, I look up at her and ask, "Excuse me?"
She smirks, "June twentieth. 6:20. Your birthday is the same as your departure time,"
I nod politely and she begins to ask me a series of required questions that I answer quickly. She tears my old ID tag off my bag and puts a new one on. I really badly want to stop her and ask if I can leave the old one on too, but I'd rather not sound like an idiot in public. Another chill goes up my spine. I really think I'm losing it. She hands me my ticket and I leave the counter quickly.
I head over to where everyone is waiting to find chairs for Jasper, Mike, and myself. I hear my name being shouted from behind me and turn to see Jazz running towards me from the counter.
"Dude! I worked the ticket clerk so now you're sitting next to Lauren and I'm sitting next to Jessica!" He exclaims fairly loudly.
I roll my eyes. Jasper has been infatuated with both girls for as long as I can remember. I, on the other hand, have no particular interest in them. I smile just to humor him.
Jazz and I head towards two empty seats when a book falls directly on my feet. I look to the side and see Bella Swan trying to juggle food, a drink, her carry on bag, and her iPod. While she gets her other stuff situated, I bend down and pick up her book. The picture staring me in the face when I turn it over is a picture of a plane crash that had taken place a few years ago. The feeling that has been following me around since last night returns even stronger. Deciding that I might actually be crazy, I hand Bella back her book.
"Oh, thank you." She takes it from my hands and smiles shyly before returning to her seat and immersing herself in the magazine. I see a weird, fearful look come across her face as she stares at the picture I just looked at.
Realizing that she's not going to say anything else and is no longer paying attention to me, I head over to the empty seat Jasper has found for me. The seats he has picked out are right next to the huge window that gives me a perfect view of both the intense storm going on outside, and the plane that will be carrying me and 45 of my classmates to Paris.
I've never been one with a fear of flying, but looking at this plane gives me the heebie-jeebies. The lightning striking behind it gives it a menacing feel.
"Dude, let's go take a dump" Jasper appears by my side from nowhere.
"Um, Jazz, no offense or anything but dude, what, are we girls or something? Go take a dump by yourself."
"No! Just—hear me out, okay? We're about to board a 7 hour flight. The toilets in coach are barely ventilated closets. What happens if your body decides it wants the airplane food out of your system? You go and do your business and then directly after you, in walks Bella Swan. Do you really want her to associate you with that sting in her eye? That reflexive gag in the back of her throat?"
After taking a few seconds to consider, I figure that he has a point. That would be just my luck.
I don't really have to go to the bathroom so I just sit on the toilet letting my mind wander. Pretty soon, I'm just staring at the stall door humming along with the music playing over the loudspeakers. After a minute or so, I recognize the artist.
"It's John Denver," I whisper to myself.
I hear Jasper put down his book in the next stall. "What?"
"This song. It's John Denver,"
"Um. So?"
"He died in a plane crash"
Jasper either doesn't hear me or completely ignores me.
As soon as we step out of the bathroom I hear a voice come over the PA system. "We will now begin preboarding for the Euro-Air flight 180 to Paris through gate 46."
Joining our group once again, I see the line to start boarding. I know that I need to go ahead and get in it, but I feel hesitant for some reason. Jasper, Mike, and I join the line, and Ms. Cope runs by us. "Anyone seen Alice Cullen? How did we lose her?" I laugh under my breath. That's so very Alice.
I get my ticket scanned by the attendant and make my way down the ramp. It's my turn to get on next, and I'm standing right where the ramp meets the plane. I look down through the small gap to see a baggage cart go by. It's numbered '666'.
Ignoring that same feeling that rushes through me for the 10th time that day, I step onto the plane. As Jazz, Mike, and I enter the actual seating area of the plane, I hear a screeching sound that I recognize as a baby crying.
Mike leans over to me. "That's a good sign. The younger, the better. It'd have to be a messed up God to take down this plane."
A few rows behind the screaming baby, I see a young man with a disorder that I recognize to be Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis. (My father is a doctor.) As Mike sees this guy, he leans over to me again. "A really messed up God."
I head to the back and take my seat. I'm in the middle seat and neither of the people on either side of me has arrived yet. I buckle my seatbelt and turn on the air above me. I turn my head towards the window and stare at the plane's wing and the storm going on outside. My breathing accelerates. I close my eyes.
From my left, I hear Lauren. "Edward?" I turn my head towards her voice to find Jessica standing right next to her. "Would you trade seats with Jessica so she and I can sit together? We asked Jasper but he said he has some sort of medical condition and needs to be by the bathroom."
I look up a few rows ahead of me to see Jazz kneeling on his seat and mouthing "No! Don't do it!" at me frantically.
I shrug and stand up. "Sure."
"Thanks Edward! You're so sweet"
I make my way up to where Jazz sits, now looking pissed. "You're welcome," I call to Lauren behind me.
I jump over Jasper's legs and take my seat next to him. "Fag."
I laugh. "What, did you really think you were going to tittie-fuck her over Greenland or something?"
"Because of you, now all I have to do on this plane is watch 'Finding Nemo'." I can tell Jazz is pissed, but I know he'll get over it in no time.
As soon as my butt makes contact with my seat, the tray table in front of me falls open. I lift the tray back up and turn the latch to lock it back into place. It breaks off in my hand. After trying to jimmie it back into place for a little while, I give up and push the Attendant Call Button.
I feel the jet lurch and start to roll forward. I look around searching for a flight attendant but there are none to be found. When I look behind me, hoping at least one will still be roaming around instructing people to turn off their electronics, I see Bella Swan with an uncomfortable look on her face sitting right behind me.
All hope of finding someone to help me fix this tray is lost when I hear the pilot come on over the speakers. "Flight attendants prepare for departure."
I look out my window as the plane steadily increases speed. I hear the engines' whirring get even louder. That feeling I have been having all day now becomes so strong that I have to close my eyes and grip the arm rest. The sounds of the plane, which I once considered completely normal (and even necessary), now seem menacing. The sounds get louder as the feeling gets stronger. The plane's engines now seem like they are the soundtrack of my demise.
As soon as the plane leaves the ground completely, all the other students (and even the chaperones) let out a loud cheer and start clapping. I tune them out as I grip the armrest harder and close my eyes tighter.
The idea that I really am crazy runs through my mind again. Obviously nothing bad has happened yet. I blame it on the picture in Bella's magazine.
A minute passes before I feel the plane shake for the first time. The lights flicker. A few seconds later, everything is smooth again and I assume we hit a bit of turbulence. I hear Bella Swan let out a nervous laugh from behind me.
Just as I begin to calm down and relax a bit, the whole cabin jolts suddenly. It continues to bang and rock. I am not the only one on the plane freaking out now. I hear the engines stall and the cabin dips and angles sharply to the right. Now there's screaming. We spin so far to the right that all the unrestrained belongings fly across the aircraft, and the overhead bins begin to open up and dump their contents onto the passengers. A man without his seatbelt on is thrown from his seat. The oxygen masks drop down and everyone grabs them frantically, putting them on themselves and on their loved ones. As soon as I put mine on, the lights start flickering even more than before and then go out completely. Screams of panic and desperation fill the plane.
I dare to look out the window and see we're now spinning downward. I try taking deep breaths. In through the nose and out through the mouth. It's not working as well as I would have hoped.
Suddenly, I hear an explosion. I look up to see a five foot hole in the fuselage. The people surrounding the explosion are badly burnt all over their bodies and I see a human arm fly through the hole. Blood sprays everywhere.
Carry on bags and other personal items are falling through the hole. The seats right in front of it detach from the plane and go flying out as well. With the people still in them.
I look over to see Ms. Cope trying to grab ahold of a girl's arm right before she is thrown from the plane.
Another explosion happens towards the front and the entire plane is consumed by it. I feel the skin on my face burning and I wish for death.
"Edward?" My eyes pop open at Lauren's words. I look to my left to see her and Jessica standing there. My eyes dart around trying to find some evidence of the catastrophe I just witnessed, but there is none. "Would you trade seats with Jessica so she and I can sit together? We asked Jasper but he said he has some sort of medical condition and needs to be by the bathroom."
My face is dripping with sweat, and I'm now hyperventilating. As I try to get myself together, I look up and see Jasper kneeling in his seat mouthing, "No! Don't do it!"
Completely freaked out at the similarity between what is going on and what I just witnessed, I jump up and sprint as fast as I can over to Jazz's seat. I jump over his legs and whack him in the face with my bag. "Dude, what's up?"
I sit down in the same seat I had dreamt I was sitting in and open the tray table. The latch comes off into my hand just like before.
"Um, is there a problem, sir?" I look over to see my actions have alerted a flight attendant.
"Man, what is your fucking problem?" apparently my actions have also alerted Emmett McCarty.
Completely panicked and out of my mind, I jump back over Jazz's legs and try to make my way up to the front of the plane to get off, but Mr. Banner cuts me off. "Get out of my way! The fucking plane is going to explode!"
"Shut up, Masen!" Emmett calls from his seat as Rosalie stands up.
"You are so not funny!" she says in a scared voice.
I try to move around Mr. Banner but the co-pilot comes out and blocks me off.
"We have to get out of here!" I yell at everyone. "It's going down! Get off, get off!"
Everyone is now staring at me like I'm a lunatic and a few are glaring. Nobody believes me.
I look up and my eyes meet Bella's. She's the only one not looking at me as if I'm crazy. She actually looks…believing?
"Now! Now!" I'm trying my hardest not to cry but I can't even form a coherent thought and nobody is letting me off the damn plane.
"Sit down, douchebag!" I glare at Emmett.
Jasper stands up and grabs my arms. Whether he's trying to calm me or restrain me, I don't know.
"Hey. It's okay. Take it easy, man." But not even Jasper can calm me now.
The flight attendant is angry now. "If this is your idea of a joke, we don't tolerate such humor."
Desperately trying to get my point across I yell in his face, "IT'S NO JOKE!" he extends his forearm so I can't move. "This plane will explode on takeoff!"
"Young man, I will remove you if this continues!"
I see Emmett stand up out of the corner of my eye. "I'll remove him"
I stare at him incredulously and try to get around the co-pilot and teachers. "I'll fucking remove myself!" But nobody lets me through.
Emmett extends his fist to try to punch me but the co pilot grabs his arm and then puts him into a chokehold from behind him. At the same time, the flight attendant behind me grabs me by both arms from behind.
They start dragging us through the aisle to the front of the plane right when Alice Cullen gets on. Our little tussle is blocking her way. "Hey! That's my seat right there! Just let me get to my seat!"
Rosalie stands up and starts hitting the co-pilots arm, trying to free Emmett. "He didn't do anything! Let him go!"
I don't know why the flight attendant still has my arm in his grasp. I'm definitely getting off the plane.
"Everyone in the aisle gets off the plane!" the copilot yells.
From behind me, Ms. Cope tells everyone, "Stay where you are! Mr. Banner and I will be right back!"
As soon as we get back into the airport, I notice that Jasper has followed to check on me.
The co-pilot turns to us. "Nobody is getting back on board! That's my call!"
Ms. Cope runs over to him and they have a conversation I can't hear.
To my embarrassment, I'm crying now, and Mr. Banner sits down next to me and tries to get me to talk to him. Jazz sits on my other side and just puts his hand on my shoulder.
Emmett is dragged over to where I'm sitting by a police officer and is still trying to get a swing in. Jazz jumps up and yells in his face, "Sit the fuck down, McCarty!"
Two officers are finally able to get Emmett settled down, and Rosalie sits on his lap while trying to soothe him. I put my head in my hands and try my hardest not to burst into tears. Emmett doesn't need another reason to make fun of me.
I lift my head when Ms. Cope comes over to us and addresses Mr. Banner, "He said he'll let one of us back on board to chaperone. You know more French, so you should go."
Mr. Banner nods and walks back to get on the plane. I see little Alice Cullen follow him as far as she can. "I was late getting on board! I got stuck in the aisle! I wasn't part of the fight! Can't I get back on?" but the door is shut in her face. "Dammit!"
I calm down a little and Jasper goes to get me a wet washcloth. Emmett and Rosalie are standing at the window staring at the plane. I hear Rosalie complaining, "Stupid Edward."
Alice is sulking on one of the seats completely quiet. Ms. Cope is sitting next to me, waiting for me to talk.
And then I see Bella Swan sitting just staring at the wall. I didn't know she got off the plane. She wasn't even in the aisle.
As soon as Jasper comes back, Ms. Cope presses the wet cloth to the back of my neck. The coolness of it feels good against my heated skin. "Edward, talk to me. Tell me what happened."
I shake my head and realize I have the attention of everyone that got off the plane. Emmett is still glaring at me. "I saw it. I don't know. The plane took off and the whole left side exploded. The whole plane blew up. It was so real!"
Emmett's glare intensifies.
Ms. Cope is still calm about everything. I have a feeling she wants to yell at me, but doesn't have the heart to since I must look like a mental patient. I feel like one. "You must have fallen asleep."
Emmett makes his way over to me. "Whoa! We get thrown off a plane and blow a half a day in Paris all because Masen has a bad fucking dream?" Then he starts to mock me. "'The plane's gonna explode! The plane's gonna explode!'" Rosalie tries to hold back a giggle.
Jazz stands up "Hey, fuck you, McCarty"
I'm not normally a violent person, but as soon as he says that, I become so incredibly livid that he is making fun of me that I completely lose it. "The only trip you'll be taking is to the fucking hospital!" I lunge at him, but before I can get any good punches in, I feel two restraining arms on me. The same two policemen from earlier have come back to restrain Emmett and I.
"You're paying for my trip, Masen!"
"I wish you were on that plane, McCarty!"
Both of us finally get settled down and there's a small silence. Emmett and I are both trying to catch our breath. I feel completely drained from today's events and just want to find somewhere to sleep.
Alice sighs as she watches the plane take off. "There they go. Here we stay."
Everyone looks up at it through the window.
Out of nowhere, Emmett kicks me, and I forget all about my exhaustion. I start kicking him back. Our arms are still restrained.
All of a sudden there's a huge boom and the windows shatter. I look up into the sky and see flame and debris raining from the sky.
Everyone around me is in shock. Some are backing away from me.
The plane has exploded.