Wendy really is a multi-tasker as she struggles to keep Jason alive, destroy the carnival pictures, and explain the whole Death situation to her friends.

Chapter Three

Going for a Ride

Wendy stared anxiously at her friends' faces, waiting for their reaction. It was a day after Carrie's death. The four of them – Wendy, Kevin, Jason, and Julie – were sitting in Wendy's room around her computer. She had showed them an online article about flight 180 and Alex Browning years ago and had explained to them about Death, her visions, and the time travel.

Now she was waiting for their reaction. They were silent, exchanging glances. She knew they thought she was crazy, but she didn't care.

"So?" Wendy asked, wrapping her arms around herself. "Come on! You have to believe me after the roller coaster crash and Carrie's death!"

"Well," began Jason, but Wendy wouldn't listen. She hopped up and ran out of the room.

"Wendy!" Julie called, running after her. Wendy ran into Julie's room and grabbed the photographs off of Julie's desk.

"What are you doing?" Julie asked as Kevin and Jason came into the room.

"Look at this!" Wendy exclaimed, showing them Carrie's photograph from the carnival. "Look at the knife!"

"So what?" asked Kevin. "I wasn't trying to kill her or anything."

"That's not the point!" Wendy bellowed, trying desperately to get her point across. Couldn't they just listen to her for once? She wasn't crazy! "The sharp piece of glass was like a knife going into Carrie's head, like in the photo! These pictures are signs!" They exchanged glances again. They really did think she was crazy.

"I think we need to go on a little ride to clear everybody's heads," Kevin proposed.

"Damn, I'm low on gas," Jason observed once they got into his car. "Let's go fill 'er up." Wendy was silent for most of the ride.

"How could you not believe me?" she asked Julie hoarsely. "My own sister, for Christ's sake!"

"Wendy," Julie began hesitantly.

"Just shut the fuck up!" Wendy snapped. "I know you think I'm crazy, but wait until we all start dropping dead! This has happened before." Everyone was shocked into silence. Jason pulled up to the gas station. Everyone got out.

Jason began filling the tank as Wendy wandered farther away from the group, trying to get her thoughts straight and clear her head. The smell of gasoline didn't help. Neither did the smell of smoke.

Smoke? Wendy turned. A few teenagers were hanging out nearby Jason's car, smoking cigarettes. She ran up to them and grabbed the cigarettes out of their hands.

"Are you crazy?" Wendy exclaimed. "Smoking cigarettes at a gas station?"

"Calm down, bitch," snapped one of the teenagers, grabbing his cigarette back. (A/N: I know this part is a little like the gas station scene in Final Destination 2.)

"No!" Wendy screamed as the teenager flicked his cigarette onto the ground right in some gasoline Jason had spilled on the ground. She started running just as the gas station began to explode.

Wendy felt her body hurtling through the air, and suddenly everything seemed to happen in slow motion. All sounds seemed distant and faint.

Then Wendy hit the ground, her head slamming the pavement. She groaned, clutching her head and struggling to sit up.

"Jason!" Wendy called, her voice weak. "Julie! Kevin!" She could see Julie and Kevin lying nearby, struggling to get back up, too.

"Jason!" she exclaimed, crawling over to them. "Where's Jason?" Kevin just shook his head. Suddenly a scream pierced the air. Wendy scrambled to her feet. It was Julie.

"What's wrong?" Wendy cried, hurrying over to where Julie sat. Julie pointed, an expression of horror painted on her face. Wendy followed her gaze and spotted a charred body. Most of its torso was burnt away, and third degree burns covered the remaining parts.

"Jason!" Wendy sobbed as she jogged over to the pile of ashes. She could recognize the jeans and the sneakers, even though they were both badly burned, too. She put her face into her hands. This couldn't be happening. Even though this was Wendy's second time through the ordeal, it somehow seemed a thousand times worse.

THE NEXT DAY

Kevin had become a regular at the Christenson household, and Wendy and Julie were glad. The day after Jason's death, they all gathered in the living room to look at the rest of the photos from the carnival.

"Look," Wendy said, grabbing a second photo of Jason. He was standing by the hot dog stand, right by the hot dogs roasting on a spit. One of the flames had jumped into the air during the shot and looked as if it was burning Jason's hands, as he was holding them out. Wendy pointed this out to Kevin and Julie.

"I told you the pictures were signs!" she wailed.

"We believe you, Wendy," Julie said earnestly, and Wendy knew she meant it. Kevin nodded his agreement.

"No, uh, you said there was an order, right?" Kevin asked slowly. Wendy nodded. "So…who's next?" Wendy stood up in shock suddenly. She had completely forgotten about the rest of their classmates.

"Ashley and Ashlyn!" Wendy exclaimed, and ran out the back door.

Will Wendy be able to save Ashley and Ashlyn? How different is the future and present thanks to Wendy's intervention? And what is up with the lack of parents in the Final Destination movies? ;-)