I do not own anything related to Final Destination or any of the characters other then the storyline plot, and the Next generation (Except for Clear's son Alexander Chance Browning who was a non-canon character featured only in the alternate ending of FD1) Other then that, all other OC's belong soley to me.
Author's Note: First off, this story was very hard to put together due to the timeline between all the movies, but I wanted to kind of put some things into perspective of the next generation, so in order to do that, I thought it would be interesting to have the next generation be raised by at least one parent (Not including Clear's son Alex in this one since according to the alternate ending of FD1, we found out that Carter was alive, so for this reason I decided to pair them up and raised Clear's son together) but other then that, the rest of the children are all raised by one parent.
Characters -
Gabriel Samuel Lawton "Gabe"
Son of Sam Lawton (Deceased) and Molly Harper
Age: 12 (born A few months before Alex)
Alexander Chance Browning "Alex"
Son of Alex Browning Sr, (Deceased) and Clear Rivers
(Adopted father is Carter Horton)
Age: 12
Destini Anastasia Burke
Daughter of Kimberly Corman (Deceased) and Thomas Burke
Age: 11
Jason Robet Fischer & Carrolyn "Carrie" Juliette Fischer
Twin son and Daughter of Wendy Christensen (Deceased) and Kevin Fischer
Age: 7
Maybelle Rose O'Bannon
Daughter of Nick O'Bannon (Deceased) and Lori Milligan
Age: 5
Previously on Final Destination: Shadow of Death - He's only just a child. What could death gain from taking the life of a child?
"So my real dad is...dead?" Clear nodded and watched as tears began to fill up in Alex's eyes and rolled down his cheeks. "I decided to name you after him in his memory." She said softly as she ran her hand through his dirty blonde hair.
"You have your father's gift sweetheart." She said softly. "He could see things like that happen too." Alex's breath seemed to catch in his throat for a second or two before he realised he could breathe again as his eyes grew wide in shock. "So all the things I've been seeing weren't just my imagination?"
Images began to swirl around inside his brain that it almost felt like a movie being played on fast forward. The first image he caught was what appeared to be a bridge being swayed by high winds that lossens one of the cables. The next image he took notice was a bus full of people and construction workers working on the bridge which causes cracks to form onto it which begins to weaken it and intially began to cause the bridge to collapse. Suddenly, he sees a group of people getting off of a bus just as the middle section of the bridge suddenly collapses.
"What if there were people who had lived through this before us?" Clear suggested. Carter drew in a deep breath. "If that's possible, then that means there's someone else out with the same gift as Browning." "Exactly." Clear replied softly. "Which also means that we're not the only ones being targeted by death." The sound of the sirens now began growing toward them as Clear turned her gaze now toward a group of paramedics who rushed in to aid her son. "Carter, we need to find out more about those survivors." She said softly and urgently as Carter nodded in response. "They need to know they are in danger."
NOW...
Chapter 3 - End of The Line
It was early the next morning as Molly Harper rose to find her only son screaming. Throwing herself out of bed, she then ran into her twelve year old son's room to find him sitting up in bed holding his head in pain. "Honey? What is it?" She asked as her blue eyes studied his features in concern. "Gabriel look at me honey, tell me what's wrong." She said soothingly as she lifted his head up to look at him. His dark brown bangs were hanging in his face, and his eyes were wired shut in pain, but once he opened them up again and looked at his mother, an eerie feeling began to creep up and down Molly's spine.
Oh shit! It's happening again! She thought as she drew in a shaky breath of fear. God please tell me this isn't happening! Not again! "Mom, there's been a terrible accident." Gabriel replied softly. "I don't know how, but I saw it." Molly swallowed hard as her weary mind immediately thought of her husband Sam. She couldn't believe this was happening, not again. After the last time she and Sam escaped death, was when they had bearly managed to escape the fiery blaze that was the explosion of Flight 180, they were sure that they had beaten death once and for all. Flight 180. Suddenly it was almost as if her mind had somehow gone back in time and she was relieving that tragic day happening all over again, but the one thing she remembered was the only reason that she and Sam had survived.
{Memory - 12 years ago}
She remembered she and Sam boarding the plane on their way to Paris along with a bunch of high school seniors, when suddenly the moment they had taken their seats, they could hear a boy not that far away from them screaming hysterically basically freaking out. "The plane's going to explode! The fucking plane's going to explode!"
At first neither of them believed it to be true, but at that moment, when she and Sam realised that it was starting to come true, alongside the midst of the overwhelming chaos of students freaking out, they had made their escape off the plane just only moments before the plane took off from the runway and exploded in a fiery ball of blazing flames.
At that point ant time they both felt that it was really over, and that everything was going to be okay, but as Molly looked at her husband, he seemed to be loking around in a daze of panic. "Are you okay?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around him for comfort, but Sam didn't seem to be listening. "Sam?" Sam at that point turned and looked at her and nodded. "I'm okay. I just wanted to go and see if that kid was alright. I mean, we're alive because of him. His vision helped save us."
"Mom? Are you okay?" Molly shook her head and shook the memory from her thoughts as she ran her hand through her son's dark brown hair. "I'm okay sweetie, why don't you go and get dressed and I'll take you to school okay?" Gabriel nodded and got out bed and proceeded to get dressed while Molly went downstairs and into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. As she poured herself a cup and turned on the TV, a news report caught her attention. "Today marks the harrowing twelve year anniversey of the Flight 180 explosion which culmulated in the early evening on May 13th 2000." Said a female news anchor reporter. "The plane was due for takeoff at about 9:25 pm with at least over 236 people on bored on course to Paris."
"That's right Sandy," Said another news anchor as he continued with the story. "Local Officials still believe even to this very day, that a deterioration of silicon insulation on an electrical connector to the scavenger pump may have leaked combustible fluids, and that a spark in the fuel switch in the fuselage may have ignited the fuel line and proceeded to the fuel pump which would have set off the catastrophic explosion."
Molly shook her head, and was about to turn the TV off, when something caught her eye. It was the female anchor women again, and this time a pit of fear began to settle into Molly's stomach. "However, athorities now are starting to take a special interest into incident, as during the time of the explosion, there was a commotion that had occured onbared the plane when one of the passengers from Mt. Abraham High School claimed to have what was called a premotion that the plane was going to explode."
Molly nearly almost dropped her cup in alarm as the new report then showed a picture of a young kid appearing around the age of either 17 to 18 years of age with spiky blonde hair and blue eyes, the same kid she had remembered seeing yelling out that the plane was going to explode. "Local High schooler Alex Browning claims to have foreseen the tragic accident during what everyone thought was just a horrible nightmare. A nightmare which occured only moments before the plane took off from the runway, which allowed him and only a few people from his school to escape the fiery doom that was apparently inescapable for those who remained on board."
Just as Molly went to take a sip of her coffee, the burning liquid burned her lips causing her to cry out as she accidently let the cup slip from her hands. Hearing the sound of the glass crashing on the floor, she immediately began cursing under her breath. "Great, there goes my favorite cup." She muttered angrily to herself as she went over toward the pantry and pulled out a dust pan and a broom. "Honestly Molly, get ahold of yourself." She continued as she walked back to the mess of broken glass to start sweeping it up. "Just because they are talking about it on the news doesn't mean that nothing bad's going to happen. It's over, you won against death."
Just then an eerie feeling began to run up and down Molly's spine again. The same one she had felt in her son's room. It was almost like a rush of chilling wind sweeping through her, and as she looked down at the mess of broken glass and liquid of coffee on the floor in front of her, she let out a sharp gasp. There lying in the mess of the tan colored coffee were the shards of broken glass, but they seemed to be scattered about almost in a pattern that seemed to spell out words or a phrase, and as Molly stared at the mess before her another chilling wind began to sweep through her as the broken shards of glass seemed to spell out the phrase, NO ESCAPES.
TOO BE CONTINUED...What does this mean now for Molly? Will the chilling message prove to be right? Will she meet up with Clear and Carter before it's too late? Stay tuned to find out more as I will try to get the next chapter up as quickly as possible. Also, if you would like the next chapter to be with say either Kevin or Thomas, then please let me know and I will try to make that happen. Hope you enjoyed and as always please review!
