(Sorry for the delay folks! Thanks to A Mosaic Masterpiece, angie2282, Jamesss, zackt2010, and Lance-Dusk for the reviews! A couple of things before we start. 1) I have now watched Final Destination 5, and I think it ties with FD 3 in being the most awesome one yet. 2) I'll confirm right now that this story WILL be a trilogy. Finally 3) After that third story, I WILL finally start my Eyptian Heritage properly. With that said read on!

Gervais was sitting on his bed, massaging his scalp. After quick negotiations he had agreed to go onto his first talk show, which would take place mid-day the next day. After driving home (Using a car his father gave him for his 18th birthday), he had another vision. Well... Vision was a bit vague. More like a series of images. The images had been haunting him ever since he received them.

Gervais sighed, standing up and going over to his computer. What was wrong with him? Usually he'd come home in a bluster, quickly head off to his bedroom to read his 'stash' but... now he was feeling sluggish... no, not sluggish. Sadness...

Gervais slammed his fist on the desk in annoyance. He shouldn't feel this! He was Gervais goddamn Jean! Ladies man by trade. Going onto the internet, Gervais' homepage popped up – a news site. Despite himself, Gervais found himself enjoying the news. It was usually the bloody ones he enjoyed, like the man who got mauled by a bear, or -

"What the hell?" Gervais leaned in to the screen at the 'breaking news' article. He clicked on the picture and enlarged. There was no doubting it. That was the girl from the accident. A faint breeze blew across the back of Gervais' neck, sending shivers down his spine. Gervais exited the picture and read the article.

A stray wire has been the cause of one of the most gruesome accidents in recent times. Sam Mariano (20) was the unfortunate victim of an accident on King Street. A wire was somehow caught in the tire of a passing police car which flung the wire into the victim's face. She was confirmed dead on scene.

Sam Mariano had previously been the survivor of the explosion at Greythorn School, which was 'seen' by Media Sensation, Gervais Jean.

More on this article as information is revealed.

"Shit..." Gervais muttered, biting his lip. For some reason, he knew that that vision was about her. It must've been. A Wire and police car? No doubt.

There was a sudden knock on his door, causing Gervais to stand up in surprise, looking around for something as a weapon. A knock on a door wouldn't have been strange, had it not been for two things. For one, his parents were out, for the second, it was his bedroom.

"Who's there?" Gervais called out, not nervous at all. In some ways, he also wanted to confront a robber. Perhaps this was their way of seeing if anyone was in the house?

The door-knob twisted, causing Gervais to stiffen and grab a baseball bat which was leaning against the desk.

Then the door opened, revealing a tall and balding black man. He walked firmly toward Gervais.

"Woah, stop right there or I'll-"

William just grabbed Gervais on the shoulder in a vice grip and swatted the baseball bat from his hand with the other. "Gervais Jean."

"What the fuck! Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house? Get the fuck outta here!"

"You saw something less than an hour ago, correct?" William asked calmly. "Something, I will assume, about a wire, construction, or a police car, yes?"

"How the... How did you know about that?" Gervais asked, trying to pull William's arm away but failing miserably.

"I have seen this before, Gervais. Let me tell you right now that Death... he doesn't like to be cheated. He has already claimed his first become in Sam Mariano."

"Death? Oh, I see. You're fuckin' crazy, right? Alzheimer's or some shit like that, yeah? Well you better remember that you're an old man!" Gervais suddenly flung his weight forward to knock William down. Instead William twisted his hand and turned around, throwing Gervais on his bed. Gervais rolled and hit the floor. Scrambling to his feet he looked completely freaked out. "Look, just... just calm down, yeah? I... How much do you want? 100? 200? I can give it to you man, I can-" Gervais suddenly bolted for the door.

However before he could reach it Tom appeared in the doorway, pushing him back by the chest. Gervais stumbled and fell onto his rear. Now his eyes positively sparkled with fear. Tom wasn't that big, but still taller than Gervais. Combine that with the tall and threatening William made it a very scary experience.

"Woah, two on one? That ain't fair man, that ain't fair! Come on, what'd I do to you, huh?"

William looked down at Gervais, the smile on his face once more. His previous outburst after Sam's death was all but gone. "Gervais, let me put this simply. You saved a group of people from an accident. These people should have died, but they have not. Now, Death is hunting them once more. If you can't put together the pieces, these people with die. I told you before; Death does not like to be cheated."

"Death? You talk about Death?" Gervais shook his head. "Look, so your druggies right? I'm not a dealer, I don't have any."

"Gervais, I don't want drugs. I want a list."

"A list? Now what you talking about?"

"I want you to note down the order that the survivors of Greythorn School died in, okay? First was Daniel Falcone, then it was Sam Mariano. What is this list? It is vital."

"Uh... will you let me go if I do that freaky thing for you?"

"Perhaps." William's eyes practically bore holes in Gervais' mind set.

"All right, geez, fine. I'll do it you goddamn bastards." Gervais scrambled to his feet again and looked for a pen and paper.

XXX

In a Layton's Michelle Johnson rose the bottle to her lips and took a swig, placing it back on the table.

"Miss, you shouldn't really drink from the bottle." The bartender said, his eyes looking down at the clearly already drunk girl.

"Uh-huh, yeah, all right." Michelle went to hand the bottle back to the bartender, but then pulled it back to her chest. "No way! I ordered a bottle I'll... I'll get a bottle you goddamn..." Michelle swayed on her chair, before grinning at the bartender. She pulled herself forward and leaned against the bar. With one hand she pointed at her quite visible cleavage. "Yeah? You like it? You want to hit it? What am I saying, of course you do! Everyone does!"

"Miss, I believe you've had enough to drink."

"Hey, you aren't a life therapist, are ya? No way, you do your job and give me my drinks... you fuckin..." Michelle took another swig of the bottle and glanced around the bar. It was empty, save for the bartender. "You know what?" Michelle grinned and stood up. "I think... I think I've had enough... enough of this damn bar. I need myself some... lone time with me and... this..." Michelle grinned and slammed her hand on the bar.

Unseen to both people in the bar, it shook it slightly, causing the bottle top from Michelle's bottle to fall off the side of the bar, in front of the back door which led to the offices.

"I'll... see ya hot stuff." Michelle blew a kiss to the bartender before walking forward and promptly slamming face first into the door. Falling to rear, she let off a small laugh. "Fuck me sideways I'm drunk..."

"Miss, I hope you are getting a taxi." The bartender called out as Michelle finally managed to open the door.

"Sure, of course..." Michelle said, closing the door and walking down the path to the car park. "Not." She pulled out the keys to her friend's car and stuck her middle finger at the bartender's direction. "Fuck you sunshine."

Michelle stumbled to the car park, swinging her hands as she went.

XXX

"There you go, that's what you want, right? I didn't know some names cause they were strangers or something."

William snatched the piece of paper and scanned it.

Blonde hair girl

Scott North

Mr. Thomas

Weird girl talking to Mr. Thomas

The Freak

Spikey the Janitor

Dalton DiLaurentis

Jessie Colons

Bradley or something

Those figure skaters

Jovianne

Me

William hid his frustration though Tom's jaw physically dropped.

"There are only eight names here, three of which are actually full names."

"Sorry man, I just graduated." Gervais shrugged. "If it helps, Mr. Thomas was the sports teacher. Oh, and Spikey kind of looked like you. Big, Black and a fuckin' asshole."

"Funny." William replied dryly. "Have you got any information on the blonde haired girl, considering she is next?"

"Next? I've had no idea what you are talking about still, but I don't know much about her... uh, well... I don't think it's important."

"Anything is important." William said.

"Well, her breasts were –" Gervais whistled, causing William to shake his head.

"What?" Gervais protested. "I'm an 18 year old guy, can't I –"

A word was suddenly flung forwards which said Layton, before it disappeared and was replaced with a bottle. Then a giant crack followed by a loud screeching sound.

Gervais' stopped halfway, his jaw hanging slack.

William noticed this and immediately grabbed his shoulder again. "What did you see?"

"I-I saw a word: Layton, and then a bottle... and a crack and a screech of some kind? Is that important?"

"Layton... shit, that's useless." Tom cursed, stroking his hair.

"Layton, could it be Layton's Bar down a few blocks?"

"Take us there. Now." William said, pushing Gervais through the doorway and then following.