Final Destination 4

Death Rides On A Greyhound Bus

Plot: A young man, Mark, and his male best friend Casey witness a HUGE bus accident and manage to save people; but Death wants her victims back, and it's up to them to find out how to keep cheating her.
Rating: R
Genre: Horror/ Suspense
Warnings: Language, Sexual content, gore
Author's Note: This is my first FD fic, hope you like!

"Are you really sure?" Mark Paney asked his best friend while chatting on the sofa of their dorm room.

"Indeed I am, young man." Casey Johnson said, his light brown eyes sparkling with mischievousness.

"Young man to who, Case?" Mark asked. "We're both the same age."

"Physically." Casey interjected jokingly. "And… well, in any other way that counts."

Mark could do nothing but smile broadly at his best friend's goofy face.

"So," he then added, "what are we going to do this weekend?"

"We could go to the movies!" Casey suggested. "You know, 'You Can't Cheat Death: A True Story 3' is coming out tomorrow."

"So soon?" Mark asked. "I mean, my cousin Wendy died just a year ago and they've already shot the movie of her story? Talk about fast work."

"Indeed." Casey commented. "By the way, you remember Kimberly Corman and Thomas Burke?"

"Yeah, the ones who survived the pile-up and the Death-related mishaps; I've seen the second movie too."

"Well, brace yourself tight, they died in the same subway accident that killed Wendy." Casey said.

"WHAT?" Mark said, stupified. "I mean, that's quite the bad luck!"

"They must have all been Nazis in a past life to deserve such a bad Karma." Casey agreed.

"But we don't necessarily have to see that movie, right?" Mark interjected. "We could go see 'Transamerica', or 'Stay Alive'! Everything! I draw the line at 'Walk The Line', though."

"Or… we could hop on a Greyhound Bus and get anywhere we want." Casey suggested, feeling strangely a sense of dread at the words 'Greyhound Bus'.

Mark's blue eyes widened and a chill passed through him as he heard those two words. 'What the hell does that mean?' he thought.

"You know, that's not a bad idea at all." Mark answered.

Casey then turned on the nearby stereo, which released the notes of 'Smooth Criminal', the Alien Ant Farm Version.

"Freaky." They said at the same moment.

"Didn't they have a near-fatal bus accident in Spain, or something?" Mark asked as the notes kept flowing.

"Yes, they did." Casey said as they turned the radio off and decided to just chill, instead of getting chills.

FINAL DESTINATION 4

DEATH RIDES ON A GREYHOUND BUS

A few days later, the two guys were getting ready for the trip.

"Have you got my powder blue pullover?" Mark asked, while keeping on looking for it.

Casey passed a hand through his sandy brown hair and said "You put it in your bag."

"Oh." Mark said, then nodded, suddenly remembering where it was.

Casey smiled at his brunet friend.

"Turn on the TV," he said. "There might be some kind of weather predictions for Salt Lake City."

Mark turned on the TV and put it on the FOX affiliate for New York City, but caught an advertising for the movie 'Speed'.

"What the hell!" Mark exclaimed.

"What?" Casey asked, confused.

"You want to know what I just saw when I turned this thing on?" Mark asked.

"Must be something strange if that you like that." Casey answered.

"An ad for 'Speed'." Mark answered.

"What's that, an Omen?" Casey said.

"Wait a minute…" Mark said. "I remember reading that Alex Browning, before the Flight 180 accident, heard John Denver music in the airport, Kimberly Corman, before the Highway 23 accident, heard 'Highway To Hell', and Wendy mentioned hearing 'Rollercoaster Of Love' before getting on the rollercoaster of Doom!"

"Wow… and John Denver died in a plane crash, right?" Casey asked and saw Mark's black-haired head nodding.

"And we heard Alien Ant Farm exactly after deciding to take a trip by bus." Mark said.

"This one, probably, is another omen, and more precise, since the bus in Speed was a Greyhound." Casey commented. "Or was it?"

"I think so." Mark said. "Do you still want to go?"

"There is the remote possibility these could be coincidences, you know." Casey answered.

"Well, probably they are, and we're here, getting all worked up on futilities." Mark said. "Let's go."

AT THE BUS STATION.

"So, we got the tickets…" Mark said, looking in the bag.

"And everything else." Casey added. "Now, we just should find a bus that goes where we want to go."

They looked up at the board which listed all the buses.

And froze.

The bus that was going to Salt Lake City was Number 180.