Disclaimer: I don't own Final Destination or any sequel to it, or characters... basically i own nothing, so no suing. :)
Summary: When death gives up, Wendy, Julie, Kevin and Ian are the only ones left standing. But when Ian's after revenge, its not death Wendy's in danger from...
Revenges Stance
Chapter 1
"Get the fuck outta here, McKinley!" Shouted Kevin as he raised his head, struggling to be heard above the noise.
Ian had turned up the the tricentennial. It was inevitable that he would. Wendy was here, and that was all it took.
"Hey, I'm just celebrating our town's tricentennial". he stated, striding forwards, hands in pockets.
The look on his face was enough, seeing it made everything as clear as daylight. You couldn't miss it.
Ian McKinley was after revenge. And in order to get revenge, he needed one thing.
And that one thing, happened to be Wendy Christensen.
Horror struck, Wendy stumbled backwards, clutching Kevins arm harder than ever. Her heart was racing, her palms sweating.
"You followed me!", she cried out, her eyes scanning the area for a way out without crossing Ian.
"Oh! You are paranoid. But, hey I saw what happened. You're next right? You're the end of it, aren't you? Man, I'd be paranoid too."
Ian continued forward, his eyes reflecting the red glow of the rides ahead. Kevin and Julie stood by Wendy, staring Ian in the face, feeling unnerved.
Wendy retreated further and further, for the first time feeling truly afraid of another human being.
"You didn't even believe me!"
At this Ian stopped in his tracks. "Yeah, well, seeing is believing."
Her eyes widened, her brain triggered, and suddenly, Wendy understood. He blamed her. For everything. For Erin.
(Flashback)
Erin stumbled, her hand covering her face, blinded by the sawdust and trying to avoid falling over the wooden stakes that had been safe on a shelf moments before.
She stumbled, and tripped, falling backwards, with her head triggering the nail gun behind.
"ERIN!" cried Wendy, as nails were shot into Erins skull, nailed her hand into face.
Wendy turned her head, and saw Ians tear streaked and grief ridden face looking back at her. Silently accusing"
(end flashback)
He was after her. And she had to get away from him. Quickly.
"Then you have to stay away from me!" She half pleaded, half yelled. She was afraid, scared. Ian was after revenge. after her.
Ian stepped forward. "Oh, no" he chuckled. "You," he raised a finger at her, "you, are the reason shes dead, your the reason their all dead."
His face hardened. "ITS BECAUSE OF YOU!" he yelled, his face alight with anger, grief, and determination.
Just at that moment, the McKinley picker sign fell, lying where Ian had been stood moments before.
Behind, the lights of a far off ride were clear to see. What had once been called Kits Cove Rally, now only showed certain letters,
Julie gasped, Kevin stared and Wendy looked fearfully beyond Ian, towards the sign.
ITS OVER stared down at them, towering in the distance.
"Its over" Julie whispered. "No more deaths, we've survived"
Wendy looked to Kevin, "Kevin, no more. We won"
"No more deaths huh?" Ian spoke casually, as if they were discussing tomorrows weather. Wendy jumped, she'd almost forgotten he were there."That makes things simpler".
"What do you mean?" Wendy whispered, her voice barely audible.
Julie opened her mouth to speak, to ask the same question, but no words ever came out.
She could only watch, along with Kevin as Ian strode forward, grabbed Wendy and walked away, half dragging, half carrying her tired and worn out form towards his car.
As they suddenly came to life, tearing across the field after them, the sound of a car engine starting up hit their ears.
And sure enough, as they reached the parking lot, all they could see was the outline of a truck, driving off down the road.
And they knew then, if not before, that Wendy was in serious trouble.
And this time, not from death.
Author Note: Well, here the first chapter, =D I have to thank Pulp Fiction here, for encouraging me to try writing. so Thank You! I'll update as soon as i can, keep reading! ...oO
