A/N: I'm not sure if anyone reads the fics in this category, but I'm really writing this for my own pleasure, so too bad if no one reads it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the idea of Final Destination, however, this fic is really pretty original. I am only using the ideas of the two movies.
A/N: This fic is rated R for a reason. It is pretty graphic with violence and perhaps sex. So if you are squemish at all, don't read this. This is your final warning.
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"And then she said, 'That's not rum!'"
Kieran burst out laughing as his best friend Justin finished telling his joke. The joke wasn't really that funny, but Justin wanted to be a comedian, and Kieran felt it was best to help his self-esteem by laughing at his dumb jokes.
"Yeah, thanks Kieran, but I know it wasn't funny," Justin announced as the class filed slowly onto the bus. They, the German club, were going to Germany. But, they had to take a stupid bus to Boston, the closest International Airport from them. Kieran grinned good-naturedly at his friend and he and Justin, the last two onto the bus, sat in their seats.
Kieran buckled his seat. He heard Brent telling a really dumb story about getting laid the past weekend. Kieran was sitting in the back of the bus. He hated sitting in the back. The bumps always felt a bit harder and rockier in the back, and he tended to get carsick pretty easily. However, he knew that there was no choice, because all the other seats were filled.
As the bus pulled away from the bus station, Kieran faintly heard a ticking noise. He turned to Justin. "Hey, Justin, d'you hear that? Is that your watch or something?" Justin looked at him kind of funny for a moment, and then laughed. "Thanks, Kieran, I know you're just trying to pull my leg, but I'm not falling for that." Kieran looked at him, a little confused, then decided to drop it. That was his fatal mistake.
Kieran began to get a feeling; a pit in the bottom of his stomach. Chills ran up and down his arms, and the hair on the back of his neck stood at attention. Something was wrong. But, goddamn if he could figure it out. Maybe it was that infernal ticking noise coming from somewhere next to his head. He decided to go up to the front of the bus to tell the chaperone of the trip about the noise.
As he walked past the seats, he looked at the faces of his friends. Ashley, who didn't like to admit that she hung out with him, had short, spiked blonde hair and amazing hazel eyes. Brent, the handsome jock whom you would never think would be involved in any sort of German Club, had a bit of a dumb look on his face. Hub had a mysterious air about him; no one knew his real name. He had shoulder length black hair and brooding black eyes that seemed like they looked deep into your soul. He was a loner, but Kieran had managed to get him slightly out of his shell. All the other students, thirty in all, were people that Kieran had never really talked to outside of the club. Their faces all looked puzzled as he walked past their seats.
When he reached Mr. Temple, the chaperone, he leaned down to speak to him. Then, a massive explosion rocked the bus.
BOOM!
The force of the blast knocked Kieran from his feet. As he painfully landed on his shoulder, he swivelled his head. The bathroom was no longer connected to the bus. Kieran could see the land flying past the opening that the explosion had made. The heat of the fire was beginning to make it's mark on Kieran's face, but he couldn't turn from the hellish scene that was being played before him.
Justin was no longer on the bus. He had been blown through the opening when the bomb had exploded. Ashley had been two seats up from the bathroom. She was still on the seat, and unfortunately was also alive. Kieran wanted to puke as he saw the flames eating her alive. Brent and Hub were sitting on the other side of the aisle, one seat up from Ashley's. The metal fragments from the exploding bathroom had lodged themselves in the back of Brent's head, and the blood flowed freely from his head in torrents. He had died on impact. Hub was not as lucky. He had been pinned by Brent's heavy, dead corpse, and the flames were slowly inching towards him. His eyes were filled with fear as Kieran looked at him. Ms. Wimple was one seat ahead of Brent and Hub, and she was the next to be engulfed. Then, two people that Kieran didn't really know, Kirk and Frida, screamed towards him. They were one seat ahead of Ms. Wimple, and across the aisle. There were screams coming from all over the bus, and Kieran suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left arm. He was at the very front of the bus, the last one to be emerged in flame. He looked down and saw the red hot flames clawing their way up his forearm. He screamed as the fire engulfed him.
Kieran jerked violently and practically smacked Justin in the face. Justin stared at him, startled. "What's up?" Kieran was sweating, and shaking violently. His breath was also coming in gasps, but he decided that he had just had a very bad daydream. "Nothing, man," he replied slowly. He settled uneasily into his seat and began to buckle. Then, he heard Brent's voice, talking about being laid the past weekend. His stomach flipped, and he ripped off his seat belt and jumped up, yelling, "NO! Everyone get off the bus NOW! We can't go on this bus!"
Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. In fact, he felt slightly crazy, yelling like a madman, but he knew that he HAD to make everyone get off this bus. Mr. Temple walked up to him and said, "Calm down, Kieran, sit and buckle up. You're just nervous." Kieran shook his head wildly. "No! Listen to me! Every fucking person on this fucking bus is going to die unless we all get off! I'm not fucking nervous!" Then, seeing that Mr. Temple didn't believe him, he slammed his fist into the wall of the bus and said, "Fine! You can fucking die then! But I'm getting off this goddamn death trap!"
Justin saw how incredibly serious and intense Kieran was, and he stood when Kieran shoved past Mr. Temple to get off the bus. "I'm going too," he said slowly, and also walked past Mr. Temple to join Kieran. With some hesitation, Brent, Ashley, and Hub all stood at the same time to get off the bus. Two other kids, towards the front of the bus, joined the group standing outside. Mr. Temple turned toward his partner, Jenny Wimple. Without saying anything, she nodded to him and stood. "I'll take the next bus with them and catch up with you, ok?" He nodded, and she departed the bus. Everyone else stayed on the bus, shooting evil looks at Kieran and his group as the bus began to pull away. Kieran was shaking like a leaf, and he fell to his knees as the bus pulled onto the road. The only audible word he said was, "Fuck."
Kieran had turned himself away from the road. Everyone else was fascinated by Kieran's intentness, and their eyes were all following the bus. Kieran heard the incredible explosion, and his head dropped to his lap.
As Justin watched, the bathroom flew, literally flew off the back of the bus. Flames quickly engulfed the vehicle, and Justin was certain that no one could have possibly survived such an explosion. As one, the entire group of six turned to Kieran's kneeling body. He was shaking, and sobbing. Ms. Wimple walked up to him slowly, unsure of how to proceed. She could hear him muttering, "Goddammit, I told him to get everyone off that fucking bus!" She felt as if she was going to have a mental breakdown. Every one of the students were going into hysterics, which was understandable. The only reason she was being strong was because everyone else was in hysterics. She had to be strong. But, had Kieran set the bomb? How else could he have known about it?
The police, along with several fire trucks and ambulances, pulled into the bus station within minutes of the explosion, and the eight survivors of the bus bomb were taken into "protective custody." They were to be questioned as soon as they were mentally stable.
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A/N: So, if anyone does read this, please review and tell me what you think. I would like to know if anyone does read this. Otherwise, I will just keep writing this the way that I am! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own the idea of Final Destination, however, this fic is really pretty original. I am only using the ideas of the two movies.
A/N: This fic is rated R for a reason. It is pretty graphic with violence and perhaps sex. So if you are squemish at all, don't read this. This is your final warning.
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"And then she said, 'That's not rum!'"
Kieran burst out laughing as his best friend Justin finished telling his joke. The joke wasn't really that funny, but Justin wanted to be a comedian, and Kieran felt it was best to help his self-esteem by laughing at his dumb jokes.
"Yeah, thanks Kieran, but I know it wasn't funny," Justin announced as the class filed slowly onto the bus. They, the German club, were going to Germany. But, they had to take a stupid bus to Boston, the closest International Airport from them. Kieran grinned good-naturedly at his friend and he and Justin, the last two onto the bus, sat in their seats.
Kieran buckled his seat. He heard Brent telling a really dumb story about getting laid the past weekend. Kieran was sitting in the back of the bus. He hated sitting in the back. The bumps always felt a bit harder and rockier in the back, and he tended to get carsick pretty easily. However, he knew that there was no choice, because all the other seats were filled.
As the bus pulled away from the bus station, Kieran faintly heard a ticking noise. He turned to Justin. "Hey, Justin, d'you hear that? Is that your watch or something?" Justin looked at him kind of funny for a moment, and then laughed. "Thanks, Kieran, I know you're just trying to pull my leg, but I'm not falling for that." Kieran looked at him, a little confused, then decided to drop it. That was his fatal mistake.
Kieran began to get a feeling; a pit in the bottom of his stomach. Chills ran up and down his arms, and the hair on the back of his neck stood at attention. Something was wrong. But, goddamn if he could figure it out. Maybe it was that infernal ticking noise coming from somewhere next to his head. He decided to go up to the front of the bus to tell the chaperone of the trip about the noise.
As he walked past the seats, he looked at the faces of his friends. Ashley, who didn't like to admit that she hung out with him, had short, spiked blonde hair and amazing hazel eyes. Brent, the handsome jock whom you would never think would be involved in any sort of German Club, had a bit of a dumb look on his face. Hub had a mysterious air about him; no one knew his real name. He had shoulder length black hair and brooding black eyes that seemed like they looked deep into your soul. He was a loner, but Kieran had managed to get him slightly out of his shell. All the other students, thirty in all, were people that Kieran had never really talked to outside of the club. Their faces all looked puzzled as he walked past their seats.
When he reached Mr. Temple, the chaperone, he leaned down to speak to him. Then, a massive explosion rocked the bus.
BOOM!
The force of the blast knocked Kieran from his feet. As he painfully landed on his shoulder, he swivelled his head. The bathroom was no longer connected to the bus. Kieran could see the land flying past the opening that the explosion had made. The heat of the fire was beginning to make it's mark on Kieran's face, but he couldn't turn from the hellish scene that was being played before him.
Justin was no longer on the bus. He had been blown through the opening when the bomb had exploded. Ashley had been two seats up from the bathroom. She was still on the seat, and unfortunately was also alive. Kieran wanted to puke as he saw the flames eating her alive. Brent and Hub were sitting on the other side of the aisle, one seat up from Ashley's. The metal fragments from the exploding bathroom had lodged themselves in the back of Brent's head, and the blood flowed freely from his head in torrents. He had died on impact. Hub was not as lucky. He had been pinned by Brent's heavy, dead corpse, and the flames were slowly inching towards him. His eyes were filled with fear as Kieran looked at him. Ms. Wimple was one seat ahead of Brent and Hub, and she was the next to be engulfed. Then, two people that Kieran didn't really know, Kirk and Frida, screamed towards him. They were one seat ahead of Ms. Wimple, and across the aisle. There were screams coming from all over the bus, and Kieran suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left arm. He was at the very front of the bus, the last one to be emerged in flame. He looked down and saw the red hot flames clawing their way up his forearm. He screamed as the fire engulfed him.
Kieran jerked violently and practically smacked Justin in the face. Justin stared at him, startled. "What's up?" Kieran was sweating, and shaking violently. His breath was also coming in gasps, but he decided that he had just had a very bad daydream. "Nothing, man," he replied slowly. He settled uneasily into his seat and began to buckle. Then, he heard Brent's voice, talking about being laid the past weekend. His stomach flipped, and he ripped off his seat belt and jumped up, yelling, "NO! Everyone get off the bus NOW! We can't go on this bus!"
Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. In fact, he felt slightly crazy, yelling like a madman, but he knew that he HAD to make everyone get off this bus. Mr. Temple walked up to him and said, "Calm down, Kieran, sit and buckle up. You're just nervous." Kieran shook his head wildly. "No! Listen to me! Every fucking person on this fucking bus is going to die unless we all get off! I'm not fucking nervous!" Then, seeing that Mr. Temple didn't believe him, he slammed his fist into the wall of the bus and said, "Fine! You can fucking die then! But I'm getting off this goddamn death trap!"
Justin saw how incredibly serious and intense Kieran was, and he stood when Kieran shoved past Mr. Temple to get off the bus. "I'm going too," he said slowly, and also walked past Mr. Temple to join Kieran. With some hesitation, Brent, Ashley, and Hub all stood at the same time to get off the bus. Two other kids, towards the front of the bus, joined the group standing outside. Mr. Temple turned toward his partner, Jenny Wimple. Without saying anything, she nodded to him and stood. "I'll take the next bus with them and catch up with you, ok?" He nodded, and she departed the bus. Everyone else stayed on the bus, shooting evil looks at Kieran and his group as the bus began to pull away. Kieran was shaking like a leaf, and he fell to his knees as the bus pulled onto the road. The only audible word he said was, "Fuck."
Kieran had turned himself away from the road. Everyone else was fascinated by Kieran's intentness, and their eyes were all following the bus. Kieran heard the incredible explosion, and his head dropped to his lap.
As Justin watched, the bathroom flew, literally flew off the back of the bus. Flames quickly engulfed the vehicle, and Justin was certain that no one could have possibly survived such an explosion. As one, the entire group of six turned to Kieran's kneeling body. He was shaking, and sobbing. Ms. Wimple walked up to him slowly, unsure of how to proceed. She could hear him muttering, "Goddammit, I told him to get everyone off that fucking bus!" She felt as if she was going to have a mental breakdown. Every one of the students were going into hysterics, which was understandable. The only reason she was being strong was because everyone else was in hysterics. She had to be strong. But, had Kieran set the bomb? How else could he have known about it?
The police, along with several fire trucks and ambulances, pulled into the bus station within minutes of the explosion, and the eight survivors of the bus bomb were taken into "protective custody." They were to be questioned as soon as they were mentally stable.
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A/N: So, if anyone does read this, please review and tell me what you think. I would like to know if anyone does read this. Otherwise, I will just keep writing this the way that I am! :)