(Thanks for the character submissions everyone, i'll credit at the end of the chapter. So, The fic has started. Again, read Final Destination: The Director's Cut first if you want to know about Fred, but otherwise, enjoy.)


The thunder storm was still going, in fact, it was getting more ferocious. The trees shook wildly, some collapsing to the floor, blocking paths and roads. Lighting struck various places, knocking down pylons and wires, hitting buildings, crumbling there structures. There were no casualties, but many were scared stiff, huddled up in the corners of their homes, clutching their prized possessions.

In a house on Fletcher Street, number 13 to be exact, Fred Point sat in a hard backed chair, watching the TV. He had his arms crossed and was shivering slightly from the cold, not starting his fire as the dangers involved could kill him. He had been fine for a year now, but since the day before, when he was almost ran over by a van and crushed by a tree, he had been especially wary. The American news reporter, even though the city was in England, was reading a news report about the hazardous weather.

"...citizens are warned to stay in their homes, and only exit if it is vital. This freak weather is causing geographers to study the United Kingdom's weather pattern for a long time. There seems to be no hint when the storm will stop, so stock up on provisions now before the storm gets any worse. On other news, the Emporium Stadium, where the Emporium Skate-boarding tournament is still on, so citizens who have brought tickets will not be disappointed, but we advise you to drive carefully and slowly." The news reporter kept on talking, but Fred had heard everything he wanted to. He stood up, and turned to TV off, aiming to make dinner.

The doorbell rang once, twice, then three times in quick succession. Fred hurried over and saw the dripping figure of his friend, his only friend, Tanzi Sakamoto, standing in the doorway.

"Are you going to let me in, or let me drown out here?" asked Tanzi, her black hair plastered across her face.

"Sure, sure." said Fred, letting Tanzi in. Fred watched her as she took of her wet raincoat and hung it up on a hook. He had met her a few months after the Orbis Incident, and she had helped him a lot to overcome his emotions. He had never told her the real events of the Orbis Incident, only telling her what the news had told everyone. It was believed to be a terrorist attack.

Tanzi was of Japanese descent, her features sharp. She had a slim figure, hardly any excess fat on her body. She wore a light green t-shirt with some sort of logo on it, tight blue jeans and trainers. Tanzi turned, and noticed Fred looking at her.

"What? Have I got something on my face?" she asked jokingly, brushing her hair out of her hazel eyes.

"No, just glad you're here." replied Fred, now examining his nails.

"I got a surprise for you!" she exclaimed suddenly, clearly wanted to tell Fred about whatever it was.

"A surprise?" Fred repeated warily.

"Yep, you know the Emporium Skate-Boarding tournament?" asked Tanzi, holding something behind her back.

"Yes"

Tanzi pulled out two pieces of paper from behind her. They were decorated with spirals, and said:

Emporium Cup

18:00 to 22:00

The skate-boarding cup, where the Skaters do death defying stunts, kick flips, back flips, grabs and more! Come and watch tonight at the Emporium Stadium!

Price: £18.00

"Guess where we're going tonight!" said Tanzi, smiling happily.

"It's five twenty now though." said Fred, frowning slightly.

"It's only half an hour to get there." Her smile fell. "Do you not want to go, because I could always...?"

"No, no" Fred cut her off hurriedly. "I'd love to go. It'd be nice to see something other than my house. I'll get ready, and then we can leave."

Tanzi smiled widely again. "Thanks!"


Jay Scythe stood in the long line heading into the Emporium Stadium. There were over a hundred people, hunched under makeshift tarpaulins to get out of most of the rain. The wind still blew hard, however, sometimes knocking the tarpaulins over. Jay held his ticket in a gloved hand, and read it again. He sighed, and looked up at the dark sky, pulling his scarf tighter round his neck. It was only five twenty-five PM, but it would take a fair amount of time to get in. He pulled his jacket collar over his neck, and hunched up his shoulders. He was grinning though, enjoying the wind blowing through his hair.

"This is bloody awesome!" he suddenly exclaimed, raising his arms to the air.

"How is 'this awesome'?" asked a woman behind him. She was dressed in a back and red sweatshirt, which had the name 'The Miracle Skyhawks' on it. Her hands were stuffed into the pockets of her jeans, her jet black hair whipping in her face. She had a moody expression situated on her face. "Kids these days" She muttered.

Jay stopped looking to the sky and turned to the woman, smiling. "Hey, hottie, wanna get a room?"

The women's friends had to restrain her, two friends for each arm, as her legs kicked out at Jay, who was still grinning. "What's your fucking problem? You want some of me! Come get some!" she screamed, drawing the attention of the crowd.

"Oooh, hard to get, eh?" said Jay, snickering.

That did it. "Jade!" called out one of the woman's, Jade's, friends, as she shrugged her friends off her. She brought a fist and slugged it into Jay's stomach, bringing him gasping in pain.

"You crazy son of a bitch!" he said, wincing.

"Want me to beat the shit out of you?" threatened Jade, raising her fist.

"Jesus..." Jay raised his hands in defence, and turned back to the line, which he saw had gone forwards a few foot.

"Get a fucking move on!" demanded Jade, her eyes boring holes into Jay.


Zach watched in amusement as he watched the woman give the man a good hard punch. He turned back to his place in the line, which was behind the two fighting, as the line twisted and curved. He needed something to enjoy as he stood in the storm, squinting his eyes to block out the rain. His messy brown hair danced a fast beat as the wind picked up.

'Why did I come here again?' He asked himself, and then grinned. 'Oh, that's right, to make more friends' After thinking this, he turned around and extended his hand to the person. "Hi, Zach Dryer, nice to meet you..." He stopped as he saw the girl.

She had black hair, which shone with wet, a purple skirt with dark purple stockings underneath. She also wore a dark pink jacket with large black buttons keeping it together. She glared at Zach, whose smile faltered. "I'm Naomi; now move forward, your holding up the line." She said in a low voice.

Sure enough, when Zach turned around, he saw that the line had moved forward. "Nice meeting you" He muttered, looking for other potential people to befriend and have fun with. He saw a tall, slim girl in front of him, with waist-length brown hair. He tapped on his shoulder, and repeated what he said to Naomi. "Hi, Zach Dryer, nice to meet you."

"Isn't that just what you said to the girl behind you?" asked the lady with a bemused eyebrow, who had turned around. She wore a black hoody and dark blue jeans. Zach saw she had chocolate eyes, and flushed. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well, yeah, but, hey, it's the best way to make friends, right? To introduce yourself?" said Zach, still rubbing his neck. He was surprised when the woman shook his hand.

"Paige. Nice to talk to you." She turned, and went forward the few spaces that had moved.

'Why do these women not talk? I was hoping for some friends, so I can party, not some moody so a so's. I'll have to see if there's anyone else.'


Far away from the line, Daniel Gecko was hunched up at the side of the Emporium Stadium. He had a makeshift tent over his head, held up by sticks. The rain still hit him, and the wind still flew through his jacket. He twitched, and ran a hand through his spiked hair. He picked up a needle from next to him, looked at it for a moment, trying to resist the urge. He couldn't, and inserted the needle into his dark skin, and into a vein. His pupils grew, and he let out a calm sigh.

He was sitting in a gap where the actual Stadium and a large generator stood. On the generator, the message said:

Warning. High Voltage.

Do not enter without permission.


In a room in the stadium, Harry Pott watched as the crowd slowly filed in, filling the stadium seats. He watched as the ramps and other props were being put up for the skaters performing that evening. He was a thin man, and was leaning back in a swivel chair, his legs propped up on the desk. On the desk was a computer, which suddenly bleeped. Bob quickly adjusted his position so he could read the email that was sent to him.

To: .uk

From: .uk

There is a loose panel on the top of the stadium. Would you please fix it ASAP? Take Jeffrey with you. Get it done before the show starts, or else!

, HarveyCo

Harry sighed, as the job was assigned to him. He worked as a builder/engineer for HarveyCo, a company which had earned millions for the work it had done around the world. It made anything from small sweets to industrial sized factories. Lately, however, the money decreased when five incidents happened, with major results. First, one of their planes they designed blew up with an apparent electrical fault killing a lot of people, including some of a class of French students, then, one of their lorry's crashed, bringing its load of logs down on the motorway, again killing a lot of citizens. One of the rollercoaster's they designed, The Devil's Flight, derailed as well in a theme park, causing every passenger to die, as well as some on the floor. Soon after, one of their speedways collapsed, again, causing the deaths of hundreds. Finally, a year ago, the Orbis theatre they had designed fell down, killing hundreds of innocent people.

Even though some of these weren't the company's fault, they still had the blame put on them for not making strong and sturdy structures. They had created the Emporium Stadium after years of planning, so as to make sure everything was protected. He groaned, and woke up the sleeping figure of Jeffrey Weasel, who was sleeping with a cap over his face.

"Hey, Jeff, we got a job. Follow me and I'll tell you 'bout it."

Jeff grunted, and stood up. "Good, I was dying with boredom here."


Lacy was sitting down after a long wait in the line, she brushed her brown hair out of her eyes, and watched as the setup was being set up. Next to her were two overweight men, and she felt positively squished. She started to bite her nails, wondering why she had to choose this seat, of all seats. She felt she would die before the show ended.


(Okay, Credit to Kyra1201 for Lacey, FDSaviour for Naomi, mentosgoboom for Zach, DI Doctor Who for Tanzi, one heart that stands alone for Jade, XxDestiny=fatexX for Daniel, Kokisho for Jay, and Angie2282 for Paige. Thanks to you all. Fred, Jeff, and Harry are my creations, which is why i haven't credited them to anyone. Okay, thanks again, and i'll try to update as soon as i can. Hope i got all characters personalitys and such right, and please critize for anything i done wrong, so i can correct it in the future)