Final Destination 4: A Race Against Death
Ever since he was a child, all Roger Marquez ever wanted was to be a race car driver. And by the time he was 25, he had achieved his dream. It was the day of his biggest race yet, the Northbrook County Derby. He was never so excited in his life.
At the race track, before getting into his car, Roger looked out into the crowd. There had to be at least 1,000 people in the bleachers, including a group of 3 teenagers, 2 boys and a girl. He also noticed a small child sitting with a young woman, possibly a babysitter or much-older sister, and a middle-aged man selling sodas and beer to the crowd. Why Roger was so drawn to these people out of such a large group he didn't understand. He then noticed his girlfriend, Kristina, sitting in the front row. When he saw her, he began to feel nervous, uncomfortable even, the same odd feeling he got when he looked at the 6 strangers scattered about the big crowd. He then glanced over at Ivan Majors, another racer, and Roger felt the nervous feeling increase inside him.
Roger chalked it all up to nerves, and climbed into his blue and white car, number 180. Ivan got into his car, decorated with flames on the sides, and the other 18 racers all entered their cars. The checkered flag was waved and the race began.
However, after 3 laps, one of the cars suddenly crashed into a wall, killing the driver instantly. Trying to swerve out of the way, Ivan's car crashed into the stands, crushing several people on the bottom row and trapping Kristina, and began leaking. As he tried to escape, Ivan's entire car caught on fire, and as he was both bleeding and burning, and piece of flaming debris from his car landed on the small child in the crowd. As the young woman next to the child tried to come to his aid, that entire section of bleachers crashed down, crushing many more people. More cars lost control and crashed, some driving into the stands, running over the spectators, including the 2 teenage boys, with the girl then being trampled to death as the remaining unharmed spectators, including the beer seller, tried to escape, only to be incinerated by the blast from another crash in which 2 cars exploded. The only people still alive were Kristina and Roger. Kristina was still struggling to get out from under the collapsed bleachers, but just as she was starting to get her legs unstuck, Roger's car crashed into her and glass from the windshield lodged itself into her eyes and throat. Roger was thrown from the car and begun flying toward a sharp post sticking up in the pile of debris, but as quickly as he saw himself being thrown to his doom, he snapped back into reality.
Roger looked around and saw that none of this had happened. Ivan, Kristina, and the strangers in the crowd were all fine. There was no broken glass or fire. It was all in Roger's mind, a strange vision of some sort.
Roger was terrified, and quickly jumped out of his car. He ran to find Kristina. When he finally found her, he told her about what had happened. "Kris, baby, you have to believe me. Everyone here is going to die. I saw it. People were crushed, cars were crashing everywhere. There was fire. It seemed so real."
Kristina was both shocked and confused. She didn't know if she should take Roger seriously or not.
"I don't want to race. I'm too freaked out. I just can't do it", said Roger, sweating and out of breath with a worried look on his face.
"Fine. I'll come home with you, but it's just because I'm worried about you. I think you should just forget about this whole vision thing. People will think you're crazy if you tell them," Kristina replied, growing concerned about Roger.
Seeing Roger leave, Ivan left his car and followed Roger to the parking lot.
"Roger Marquez, what the hell is wrong with you? You're clearly the best racer to ever come out of Northbrook County, and my biggest competition here. I'm only racing here to prove that I can beat you!" said an angry Ivan.
"Ivan, I'm not gonna race today. I'm going home," replied Roger.
"What happened, you scared you're gonna crash or something?" Ivan joked.
"Actually, yes. I saw it happen right in front of me. You, me, everybody. Sure, it's probably just my mind playing tricks on me, but I don't want to take that risk." Roger blurted, becoming nervous and anxious again.
"Marquez, you're a fucking psycho. You've been racing for years and you're letting some stupid thing like this…" Ivan said being interrupted by the teenagers from the racetrack.
"Hey, it's Ivan Majors! Ivan, why aren't you out there? I came here to see you!" said the taller, red-haired boy, with his friends standing beside him.
"Blame it on Marquez. He thinks the whole race track's gonna blow up or something, and I came here today to whoop his ass. So if he doesn't race, I don't race," answered Ivan, cocky as ever.
The red-headed boy turned to his friends and said "Then we're leaving, right, Amy? Right, Jackson?"
"Definitely. Come on guys, we have better things to do," said Amy.
As the teenagers walked away, the small child that Roger recognized from the bleachers ran out the gate, laughing and smiling. The girl watching ran after him screaming "Tommy! Tommy! Come back here! I'm telling your mother if you don't listen!"
As the babysitter tried to catch little Tommy, a drunken beer seller was escorted out of the race track by security guards. The drunken man picked up the child and began to walk towards the babysitter.
"Get you hands off him, you filthy drunk!" she yelled running up to him and snatching Tommy out of his arms. As she argued with the guy, the race began. After a few minutes, Roger and the rest could hear screeching tires, and a loud thud. Smoke became visible in the air and peoples screams could be heard. After many minutes of crashing and screaming, what remained of the racetrack was completely silent. Dead silent.