Author's Note: This is a sequel to Final Destination: A Club to Die For. You should read that one first, otherwise, some characters might not make sense to you.

Chapter 1: The Night Before Next

"Hurry up!"

"We're almost there! Don't worry guys, everything's gonna be okay!" As Ethan reassured them, Erica and Kim held on to each other's hands. Kim stayed silent in prayer, hoping that God would answer it. As for Erica, even though they were almost there, something kept telling her that they would be too late.

"Please be alive…" Kim uttered her words with sadness. Ethan increased the speed of his car, causing Erica to let go of Kim's hand and clutch onto her seatbelt.

'This feels wrong…' She felt as if this had already happened before. In fact, she felt like this had happened multiple times before. They were nearing Peter's block now.

"Wait a second…" Something really wasn't right. "Ethan, doesn't this feel familiar to you?", she asked, her voice full of anxiety and fear. Ethan didn't reply. Instead, he and Kim yelled amongst themselves. It was like no one was hearing her anymore. Her head ached. At first it came slowly. But suddenly, the pain intensified.

"Argh!" The pain became unbearable now. Grabbing the sides of her head, she closed her eyes and screamed in pain. But then, everything stopped. The pain was gone and she could hear nothing. The movement she was feeling from Ethan's speeding vehicle ceased.

'Why did we stop..?' Slowly, she opened her eyes. To her surprise, Ethan and Kim were no longer with her. In fact, she wasn't even in the car with them anymore.

"What the fuck?!" No, she wasn't in the car anymore. She looked around to see that she was standing in a house. It was dark and depressing; the lights off and the window shades shut. The only light came from the sun outside. Small rays peered through the closed shades. It was almost like the light was begging to come in, but the owner of the house forbid any such comfort.

Erica recognized this house. It belonged to her ex-boyfriend, Peter. She heard a muffled cry. Looking over, she saw him standing in the kitchen.

"Peter?" Her voice seemed to echo supernaturally through the house. She received no response. That's when she realized what was happening. She knew that this time, she had to save him. She leaped forward, her footsteps sounding like thunder. Her breathing became the most dominant sound in the air. Her feet were becoming heavier with each step. It was almost as if a force was slowing her down, holding her back. But she was only feet away, she had to make it this time!

Pushing past the invisible weight, her strength returned as well as her determination.

"Peter!", she yelled once she ran into the kitchen. Suddenly, she started coughing. There was gas in the air, and extreme amounts of it. Peter's eyes were wide and his face was pale with fear. She saw that the gas was coming from the oven, which was sitting wide open. Something above the stove fell and turned it on.

'Not again.' Erica had seen this too many times before. A tear rolled down her cheek at the same time a tear rolled down Peter's. Reaching forward, she gently touched his arm, to which he did not seem to respond.

"I love you…", she said. Before anything else could be said, he exploded along with the rest of the house around her. Her scream seemed mute compared to the savage sound of the fiery death Peter had just experienced. Even though she too was engulfed in flames, she was still unharmed. She knew she wanted to get out of here. Looking around the inferno that she had been placed in, she now knew what it felt like to be in Hell.

She closed her eyes and screamed again. But when she opened them, she was back in the car with Ethan and Kim. The car sat on the side of the road.

"It's…over…", Ethan said. Kim whimpered with angst. Out the window, Erica could see Peter's house being torn apart in the manner that he had been just moments ago.

"Why is this happening?", she asked herself aloud. As if things couldn't get any worse, the sky began to darken.

"What's happening?" Erica realized that she didn't get any response. She turned around to see what Ethan and Kim were going to say. "Guys? AHHHHHHHHHH!!" Right before her eyes, Ethan and Kim began to deteriorate, the flesh peeling back from their bones like mere pages from a book. They didn't even scream. They just…died.

Erica panicked and tried to open her door in the backseat. But the door was jammed. No matter how hard she tried to get out, she was trapped. Erica always hated the feeling of being trapped. The sky was now pitched black, the only light coming from Peter's burning house. Kim's skeleton slumped over in the backseat next to her, the skull touching her leg as it fell over. She screamed even louder now, pounding against the window as she shut her eyes.

Suddenly, something crashed through her window, wrapping around her throat. She couldn't see anything but darkness. The grip tightened, choking the air right out of her lungs. She felt an evil presence with her, laughing at her struggle. It was toying with her, taking sick pleasure in her torture. Just as she felt like she could struggle no more, she then knew for sure that this is what it felt like to be in Hell…

A sound rang through her ears. She gasped and sat up in the darkness, realizing that she was in her bed. Clutching her throat to make sure nothing was there, she sighed with relief. She was just dreaming. Her phone was still ringing. After a deep breath, she picked it up and answered it. It was her college friend, Karin.

"Hey Erica. Sorry to wake you up."

"No, I'm actually very grateful you did."

"What's wrong?", asked Karin. Erica took another deep breath, trying to shake away the images from her nightmare.

"Nothing's wrong Karin. I just can't fucking sleep is all."

"Well, seeing as how insomnia is considered a disorder, I'd say that it counts as something being wrong. Why can't you sleep?"

Even though Karin was one of her best friends, Erica knew that she had to keep some level of personal privacy. She didn't want to worry anybody and she was always the type of person to handle things on her own. She had that nightmare before. In fact, it was the thirteenth time in a row. Erica quickly thought up an excuse.

"I don't know. I'm just really anxious about tomorrow.", she said. Technically, it was at least half true. Karin started giggling in excitement. Tomorrow, they were taking a bus trip to Salem, Massachusetts. The college they were attending in New York was hosting a 'History Trip'. It would give students a week away from their normal schedules; and since it was the week before spring break, many students wanted to get an early start on their vacation.

"It's going to be so much fun!", yelled Karin. Now, even though Erica appreciated the surprise phone call, she was still missing the point of it.

"Hey is anything up? Why did you call?"

"Ouch, Erica. But actually, I was going to tell you that I'm carpooling with Kim tomorrow to get to the bus station. Do you want to come with us?", Karin asked.

"Sure, why not? But hey, I should probably get some packing done since I can't sleep."

"You're not packed?! You are one risky bitch Erica, for real."

"Ha ha, Karin.", said Erica in a mocking voice. "Alright, well I'm going to go now. See you guys tomorrow." After Karin said her goodbye, Erica hung up the phone and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Something just wasn't right…

Suzi curled up in the thick, warm blanket. She was sleeping over her best friend Miguel's house, but his older brother just wouldn't shut up! His name was Anton but everybody called him Ace. That was due to the fact that he was the college's best basketball player in over two years. Tomorrow, they'd all be going on the same bus trip. They were all excited and nobody seemed to be able to sleep much.

Suzi sighed, the sound of Ace's laughter filling her ears. She was always so high-strung and hyper, but tonight, she just felt nervous. She hated heights and this bus trip meant that they would pass over a small mountainside in Massachusetts. Even though it was necessary to get to Salem, she was not looking forward to it.

Suzi was a native of Korea but had moved to America with her parents when she was just six years old. They moved to America to have a better life. Sometimes Suzi thought that the move brought on more bad than good. Shortly after the move, her parents got a divorce. Even though both her parents were still involved in her life, she missed the 'family' aspect of the whole thing.

Finally! There was a moment of silence. She closed her thin brown eyes and tossed her long black hair back over her shoulder. Her slender body moved slowly along with her breathing. But then, another laugh.

"What the hell?!" Suzi kicked off the blanket and peeked out the doorway. Looking to he rleft, she saw Ace hanging out with his girlfriend, Jordan. Miguel sat at the kitchen table by himself eating something while flipping through a book.

"Ace. Jordan. Do you mind keeping it down? It's late and I'm trying to sleep.", Suzi said. Miguel turned around to see his friend hanging halfway out the guest room.

"Sorry Suzi, we'll try. I told you that you would've slept better back at your house.", said Ace. Jordan smiled at her boyfriend's response. She was Middle Eastern, short, and had beautiful brown silky hair. Her light brown eyes almost looked gold in the light.

"Don't mess with her Ace. Sorry Suzi. I'd better be leaving anyways." Jordan stood up, grabbing her purse. She kissed her boyfriend before saying goodbye to everyone. Ace walked her to the front door to talk to her again.

"Sorry about that. Ace is always loud.", said his younger brother Miguel. Even thought he was younger than Ace, he acted older and more mature. In fact, Miguel was more mature than most of his peers. He was always studying and worrying about his grades. He was majoring in Technology and minoring in Advanced Sciences. Anybody could see that he was smart. He was black with faded hair, almost army style cut. He was of average height and he always wore baggy jeans with tank tops and button down shirts.

While he was smart, he was also tough. A black belt in three different styles of Martial Arts, people rarely stepped on his feet. And when they did, he used them to kick their asses back into silence. Suzi pouted, unable to sleep now. Miguel closed his book as she came over to sit with him. Practically plopping herself down, Suzi sighed before folding her arms on the table and resting her chin on her forearms. "This fuckin' sucks, yo."

"What? That you can't sleep?"

"That too. It's more about this whole heights thing.", Suzi said. Miguel started chuckling. Suzi was always so hyper, laughing and smiling, and now here she sat, quiet as a mouse.

"How did you even know that we were going to be going through mountains?", Miguel asked. Suzi pouted her tin lips, kind of like how they did in Anime cartoons.

"Jeanne told me. She has family over there and she's made this trip several times." After Suzi spoke, Miguel remembered the girl that she was referring to. Jeanne was that girl whose boyfriend just came out of the closet and dumped her. Surprisingly, he was going on this trip as well. The thought of Jeanne beating his ass on the bus seemed humorous.

Soon, Suzi started snoring on the table. Miguel could not believe it. That took all of two minutes for her to pass out like that. He suppressed his laughter as he watched her sleep. After a few seconds, he lifted her up into his arms and carried her back to the guest room. Suddenly, a cold breeze caressed his face, making him stop in his tracks.

Suzi's body suddenly felt like dead weight and the kitchen light began to flicker on and off. He looked all around for an open window or a fan. But nothing was out of place. Something felt wrong, he just didn't know what. A few more seconds passed by and everything returned to normal.

…

'What the fuck was that all about?', he thought to himself. Then again, it was late and maybe he was just overreacting. And his parents had just paid the electric bill. Probably just a short in the wiring. He'd have to fix that later. Once inside the room, Miguel laid Suzi down on the bed and covered her with the blanket. It was then that he heard a loud sound outside. The sound of tires screeching. And then, a loud crash.

Startled, he ran to the window and pulled the curtains back. But…there was nothing there. 'I could have sworn that I just heard an accident.' Again, a cold breeze traveled across the room. It was the same feeling as before. He didn't know what this feeling was but something told him that it definitely wasn't good.