My version of FD2
Obviously, I do not own FD or I'd be out writing the next movie. I'm just a really big fan, and this is MY version of FD2. (I never saw the real FD2, so if that gives you any reason on why I'm writing this.)
"Who's next?" Carter asked Alex, who was lying on the ground, petrified. He didn't answer, and just as the sign was swinging back, a guy across the street saw it, ran over to them, and pushed Carter to the ground, sliding as he did so.
Clear screamed. Carter pushed the unknown man off him, and sat up, spitting out blood.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked, looking in a window at his face. Scratches were all over it, and sand was wedged into his skin. Brushing it off, he turned back around.
"Craig Wastak. I saw the sign in a-,"
"Vision. You can see-?" Alex asked, and Craig nodded.
"Yeah. You probably don't believe me, but I've been cheating death since I was 6." Craig told them.
"No, actually, I do. I started about a year or so ago. The FBI thought I had killed everyone who I said was on the list, but I didn't." Alex replied, getting up.
"I've been trying to tell my friends, but they don't believe in it. I was in a mental hospital for 3 years when I was 15 because my 'friends' thought that I was going crazy." Craig said.
"I'm Alex Browning." Alex introduced, and Craig raised his eyebrows.
"The Alex Browning who saw Flight 180 crash before it happened?" Craig asked, and Alex nodded, sitting back down. Clear sat down across from him, and Carter sat back down on his right.
"Everyone knows. Even people in Paris. I can't believe I even got on a plane after that episode." Alex said, and Craig nodded.
"Well, I gotta go. I suppose you want to be alone, you know." Craig said, and Clear and Alex told him to stay.
"Okay, bye, nice to meet you." Carter said, and the other two stared at him. He put on the infamous cool look and stared right back at them. "What? He said he had to go."
"Yeah. I didn't catch your name." Craig said, and Carter mentally rolled his eyes. Another fuckin' 'friend' of Browning's, he thought. But despite his thoughts, he told him anyway.
"Carter Horton." He informed (wow, is my vocabulary actually this big?)him, and Craig nodded.
"A survivor of the plane crash?" Carter nodded.
"And you are...?"
"Clear Rivers. I know, you probably think it's a dumb name, but--," Clear started, but Craig shushed her.
"No, I love it. As I do you." Craig told her, and kissed her. Alex didn't care, because he was bullshitting with Carter.
"No, you did it. You broke up with her."
"But I didn't see it. You did, so it's your fault." Carter joked, and gasped at the sight of Craig and Clear. "Browning, look at you 'girlfriend'. Looks like she found someone better."
"Huh?" Alex said, who was intently having a glaring contest with the wall, and he accidentally blinked. "Damn, Carter, you made me lose. What now?"
Carter pointed to the new couple, and Alex blinked again. "So?" he asked. "Does it look like I care? That's because I don't." Alex said, and went back to glaring at the wall. Carter laughed. That started Alex off. Pretty soon they were howling. 15 minutes later they were gasping for breath. Finally, Clear slapped Alex across the face, and boxed his ears. He stopped laughing for barely a minute, and started laughing again. Clear gave up, and screamed, "I'm not in love with you anymore Alex. Craig and I are going to take a walk." Clear said, and Alex started off in a whole new laughing fit, and fell over in his chair. The violinist who owned the place told him off in French (but this is what he said in English)
"Get away, and never come back! You are a disgrace to humanity! Go! Get away from here, and never come back!" the owner yelled at them, and the two got up, still laughing their heads off, and ran off down the street, getting looks as they went.
A/N: Okay, so how was that? Unless I get 5 reviews, I'll update in a week. If I get 10, I'll update twice. 15=3, 20=4, and you get the point. For every 5 reviews I get, I update again.
Obviously, I do not own FD or I'd be out writing the next movie. I'm just a really big fan, and this is MY version of FD2. (I never saw the real FD2, so if that gives you any reason on why I'm writing this.)
"Who's next?" Carter asked Alex, who was lying on the ground, petrified. He didn't answer, and just as the sign was swinging back, a guy across the street saw it, ran over to them, and pushed Carter to the ground, sliding as he did so.
Clear screamed. Carter pushed the unknown man off him, and sat up, spitting out blood.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked, looking in a window at his face. Scratches were all over it, and sand was wedged into his skin. Brushing it off, he turned back around.
"Craig Wastak. I saw the sign in a-,"
"Vision. You can see-?" Alex asked, and Craig nodded.
"Yeah. You probably don't believe me, but I've been cheating death since I was 6." Craig told them.
"No, actually, I do. I started about a year or so ago. The FBI thought I had killed everyone who I said was on the list, but I didn't." Alex replied, getting up.
"I've been trying to tell my friends, but they don't believe in it. I was in a mental hospital for 3 years when I was 15 because my 'friends' thought that I was going crazy." Craig said.
"I'm Alex Browning." Alex introduced, and Craig raised his eyebrows.
"The Alex Browning who saw Flight 180 crash before it happened?" Craig asked, and Alex nodded, sitting back down. Clear sat down across from him, and Carter sat back down on his right.
"Everyone knows. Even people in Paris. I can't believe I even got on a plane after that episode." Alex said, and Craig nodded.
"Well, I gotta go. I suppose you want to be alone, you know." Craig said, and Clear and Alex told him to stay.
"Okay, bye, nice to meet you." Carter said, and the other two stared at him. He put on the infamous cool look and stared right back at them. "What? He said he had to go."
"Yeah. I didn't catch your name." Craig said, and Carter mentally rolled his eyes. Another fuckin' 'friend' of Browning's, he thought. But despite his thoughts, he told him anyway.
"Carter Horton." He informed (wow, is my vocabulary actually this big?)him, and Craig nodded.
"A survivor of the plane crash?" Carter nodded.
"And you are...?"
"Clear Rivers. I know, you probably think it's a dumb name, but--," Clear started, but Craig shushed her.
"No, I love it. As I do you." Craig told her, and kissed her. Alex didn't care, because he was bullshitting with Carter.
"No, you did it. You broke up with her."
"But I didn't see it. You did, so it's your fault." Carter joked, and gasped at the sight of Craig and Clear. "Browning, look at you 'girlfriend'. Looks like she found someone better."
"Huh?" Alex said, who was intently having a glaring contest with the wall, and he accidentally blinked. "Damn, Carter, you made me lose. What now?"
Carter pointed to the new couple, and Alex blinked again. "So?" he asked. "Does it look like I care? That's because I don't." Alex said, and went back to glaring at the wall. Carter laughed. That started Alex off. Pretty soon they were howling. 15 minutes later they were gasping for breath. Finally, Clear slapped Alex across the face, and boxed his ears. He stopped laughing for barely a minute, and started laughing again. Clear gave up, and screamed, "I'm not in love with you anymore Alex. Craig and I are going to take a walk." Clear said, and Alex started off in a whole new laughing fit, and fell over in his chair. The violinist who owned the place told him off in French (but this is what he said in English)
"Get away, and never come back! You are a disgrace to humanity! Go! Get away from here, and never come back!" the owner yelled at them, and the two got up, still laughing their heads off, and ran off down the street, getting looks as they went.
A/N: Okay, so how was that? Unless I get 5 reviews, I'll update in a week. If I get 10, I'll update twice. 15=3, 20=4, and you get the point. For every 5 reviews I get, I update again.