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Thank you so much for the reviews, I'm glad to know that everyone is so interested; I've been working very hard on this story, and the Death's as well. I hope no one is disappointed with the way I kill my characters, I tried not to repeat anything close to the Deaths from the first two movies. Anyway, here's the next chapter; I'll try and post two at once, as requested from my latest reviewer but as I write this it's like ten o'clock and I got up at seven so I don't know if I will be able to finish this one chapter, let alone two. So, if there's only one chapter come update time, you'll know why. Anyway, review and proceed!
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Chapter Thirteen
Belief
For hours, Kimberly, Thomas and Altessa talked, never moving from their spots on the couch, trying to figure out a way to scratch out a Design of some kind and learn how to stop Death once and for all. Despite all their hours of talking, they were still empty handed when Altessa finally sighed, leaning back against the couch and seeming to deflate, shoulders and head sagging.
Kimberly looked at the teenager, feeling as tired as the girl looked. "Okay, this is pointless, we're all too tired to think right now." She remarked, eyes fluttering closed for a second before snapping open again. She was tired but she didn't know if she was quite prepared for sleep just yet.
"It's not like we've gotten anywhere anyway. We don't know who's going to die, anyone could be next..." Altessa mumbled, looking over at the brunette, face awash with fear and confusion. "Someone else could be dead for all we know."
Those words caused everyone to be silent, dwelling about the truth that had just be spoken. "We're going to figure this out, we have to figure this out." Kimberly mumbled, squeezing her fingers into tight fists, feeling her nails digging into her flesh. She had fought so hard to understand before and now, everything that she had learned wasn't doing them any good...the order, the Design...New Life. Why hadn't New Life worked, why hadn't she defeated Death? She shouldn't be thinking about this right now; she was entitled to a normal life, a normal life with Thomas and her future ahead of her. This wasn't right.
But it wasn't right that Altessa, who was much younger then she, was having to experience the same thing; she was going through the same confusion and fear that Kimberly was suffering and perhaps more, having lost her brother and father. 'She might as well have lost her mother,' Kimberly thought, thinking back on what Altessa had told them about her mother, how she appeared not to care. 'But she doesn't know how lucky she really is,' Kimberly thought, chewing on her bottom lip, 'what I wouldn't give to have my mother here...'
Thoughts like that would do her no good, especially now when she needed to be thinking about how to defeat Death and save them all. She could tell Altessa and Thomas were trying desperately to think as well, but their brains were all on over-load, there was nothing more they could do tonight.
"We will figure this out," Thomas assured her, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving her a slight smile. "We just can't think anymore tonight."
Altessa looked over at her, pursing her lips. "I don't think I can do this...Defeat Death...I have no idea what to do." She confessed, feeling as though she had already spoken the fears and knowing that she had, though she wasn't quite sure if she had said them verbally or not. She had repeated those concerns in her head over and over, telling herself that if everyone was counting on her to figure out how to save them, then they were all doomed.
"There has to be a way, we were so close last time. Don't worry Altessa, we can do it together..." Kimberly assured the teenager, who stared at her, filled with hope and fear. "We don't know who's next to die but we can watch the Signs for clues, anything that's out of the ordinary, a complete irony."
Altessa nodded once. "Right, the signs." She repeated, mumbling underneath her breathe, making a mental note for herself. The Signs, she would definitely look for them but she worried that she wouldn't be able to read them, to understand what they were trying to tell her.
"And your friends, Altessa, you could tell them, make sure they understand and watch too." Thomas added, causing both women to look his way. Kimberly smiled slightly, surprised that she hadn't thought of that before; that was just further proof that they needed each other to be this thing.
The teenager nodded. "Right, I can tell Morgan and Shane and I can go to school tomorrow to make sure they're okay. And I can watch my science teacher, it'll be the easiest way to watch them." She remarked, though she was quite sure that she was up to going to school. But she knew that she couldn't let Morgan and Shane die, not when there was something she could do to keep them alive.
"Good idea. We'll try and contact the other survivors, warn them as well." Kimberly added looking over at Thomas for conformation. The low-rung officer nodded his agreement, ready to do whatever Kimberly suggested.
Altessa glanced down at the floor, giving the brunette a little half nod to show that she also agreed with her words. Kimberly stood up and headed over to the cluttered desk pressed against the wall; she dug through a pile of books, papers and other odd stuff. Finally, she pulled out two black cell phones that Thomas recognized as the cell phones they had given to Kat and Rory the day before they were killed. She handed one of the cell phones to Altessa, who took it with a look of confusion.
"Okay, so we'll use these cell phones to keep in touch; if Thomas and I see any Signs, we'll give you a call and vice versa." Kimberly explained, swapping numbers with the teenager before Altessa slipped the phone into her pocket.
"Right," Altessa agreed, standing up as well and heading toward the front door. The three said their goodbyes, and Kimberly watched the teenager until she disappeared, her safety now out of her hands.
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When Altessa arrived back at her house, she was surprised to find that Morgan was there as well, sitting on the front stoop, her chin in her hands. When she saw her friend, Morgan leapt to her feet, starting across the yard toward her. "Where have you been? Your mother called me and said that you had run away. Altessa, what's going on?" She asked, her words coming out in a rush.
Altessa took a deep breath, knowing that now was as good a time as any to explain the Design and Signs to her friend. "Look, that doesn't matter; what does matter is that you listen to ever thing I have to say and believe me." She started, leading her friend back to the stoop and sitting down.
"Altessa, what's going on?" Morgan asked, narrowing her eyes, a little upset but even more confused. And a little frightened, though she wasn't sure why. Sure, her friend had acted a little strangely before, but it was nothing compared to the way she was acting right now.
"That's what I'm trying to explain to you if you'd just be quiet and listen." Altessa snapped, fed up with her friend's interruptions. This was a matter of life and death, she didn't have time to answer petty questions. "I was talking with Kimberly Corman, you know, the woman that predicted the pile-up last year?" Altessa made the mistake of pausing for a brief second, which was exactly when Morgan butted in.
"Yeah, I remember but what does she have to do with anything? Altessa, everyone says she's crazy, with all that death stuff." Morgan snapped, put off by Altessa's command seconds earlier. Had her friend finally lost it? She'd had more encounters with Death then she had...had it finally pushed Altessa over the edge?
Altessa let out a long sigh, gritting her teeth. "She's not crazy...God, would you just listen to me? This is important! We're all going to die unless you pay attention to what I have to say, god-damnit!" Altessa shouted, unsure of where the outburst had come from. All the pent up and anger and fear that she felt was finally making itself known. Now, however, was not a good time to have a breakdown.
The raven-haired girl's shout had worked, surprising her friend and thus, quieting her down. Altessa knew now was her chance to explain. "Look, when Kimberly predicted the pile-up, she intervened and she and some other people cheated Death. Because they cheated Death, they broke the Design, which wasn't a good thing and Death went after them, because it was their time to die.
"When I saw the house explosion, the same thing happened. Because we didn't die in the explosion like we were supposed to, we cheated Death. But, Death is coming back to get us, we're going to die. But Kimberly says that we can cheat Death, but we have to look for the Signs..." Altessa was speaking quickly, trying to get all her thoughts out, making sure she didn't forget anything. But Morgan had heard enough.
"God, Altessa, enough of this shit. I can't believe you actually bought into that? Death coming back to get us? That's nuts." Morgan snapped, ignoring the slightly pained look her friend shot her. She didn't want to admit that Altessa's words actually gave her the creeps and she definitely wouldn't admit that she wanted to believe her. It was too crazy to consider, the sort of thing that made you end up in a mental institution.
Altessa paused, frowning, forehead creasing; she had hoped that Morgan would believe her, after all, they were best friends. "No, it's not crazy, it's completely true. Michael died in a freak accident, just like the survivors of the pileup and Flight 180. We're all going to die, unless we work together and look for the Signs, that's the only way we can cheat Death again. You have to believe me." She pleaded, begging her friend with her jade eyes.
Morgan shook her head, standing up and turning around to face her friend. "No, Altessa, you're crazy, all right? You're fucking nuts." Morgan snapped, feeling a deep chill running through her body. She turned on her heel and rushed away from her friend, running down the driveway.
Everything inside of her told her that she needed to believe Altessa, that her friend was telling her the truth. She was going to die. But it was crazy, she was only sixteen, she couldn't die.
Altessa leapt to her feet, watching her friend. "No, Morgan! You have to believe me, watch for the Signs." She called after her, a last desperate attempt to reach her friend. But Morgan was gone, disappearing around the corner.
Morgan could be the next to die, she had no idea of knowing if she was ever going to see her friend again. But she did know one thing: she had to watch for the Signs, she had to keep her eyes open for any hints.
She had to believe.
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Okay, so, this chapter was kinda lame but I figured I should put it in anyway; as for the curse words,
I just felt like cussing today...and this is Final Destination after all. The next chapter will be longer,
and will contain the first Death...ooh, bet you're getting excited now (just kidding...) Random fact: I'm
watching "Final Destination" right now; I love this movie! Good stuff, good stuff. Not to offen anyone but,
I really hate the French language; it's very hard to speak and understand...it's the Devil's language. It
makes sense that the plane exploded when it was heading to France. Okay, sorry for that outbrust (it comes
from the fact that I'm probably failing French class) and I hope I didn't offend anyone. More coming soon,
look for an update later today or tomorrow.
Thank you so much for the reviews, I'm glad to know that everyone is so interested; I've been working very hard on this story, and the Death's as well. I hope no one is disappointed with the way I kill my characters, I tried not to repeat anything close to the Deaths from the first two movies. Anyway, here's the next chapter; I'll try and post two at once, as requested from my latest reviewer but as I write this it's like ten o'clock and I got up at seven so I don't know if I will be able to finish this one chapter, let alone two. So, if there's only one chapter come update time, you'll know why. Anyway, review and proceed!
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Chapter Thirteen
Belief
For hours, Kimberly, Thomas and Altessa talked, never moving from their spots on the couch, trying to figure out a way to scratch out a Design of some kind and learn how to stop Death once and for all. Despite all their hours of talking, they were still empty handed when Altessa finally sighed, leaning back against the couch and seeming to deflate, shoulders and head sagging.
Kimberly looked at the teenager, feeling as tired as the girl looked. "Okay, this is pointless, we're all too tired to think right now." She remarked, eyes fluttering closed for a second before snapping open again. She was tired but she didn't know if she was quite prepared for sleep just yet.
"It's not like we've gotten anywhere anyway. We don't know who's going to die, anyone could be next..." Altessa mumbled, looking over at the brunette, face awash with fear and confusion. "Someone else could be dead for all we know."
Those words caused everyone to be silent, dwelling about the truth that had just be spoken. "We're going to figure this out, we have to figure this out." Kimberly mumbled, squeezing her fingers into tight fists, feeling her nails digging into her flesh. She had fought so hard to understand before and now, everything that she had learned wasn't doing them any good...the order, the Design...New Life. Why hadn't New Life worked, why hadn't she defeated Death? She shouldn't be thinking about this right now; she was entitled to a normal life, a normal life with Thomas and her future ahead of her. This wasn't right.
But it wasn't right that Altessa, who was much younger then she, was having to experience the same thing; she was going through the same confusion and fear that Kimberly was suffering and perhaps more, having lost her brother and father. 'She might as well have lost her mother,' Kimberly thought, thinking back on what Altessa had told them about her mother, how she appeared not to care. 'But she doesn't know how lucky she really is,' Kimberly thought, chewing on her bottom lip, 'what I wouldn't give to have my mother here...'
Thoughts like that would do her no good, especially now when she needed to be thinking about how to defeat Death and save them all. She could tell Altessa and Thomas were trying desperately to think as well, but their brains were all on over-load, there was nothing more they could do tonight.
"We will figure this out," Thomas assured her, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving her a slight smile. "We just can't think anymore tonight."
Altessa looked over at her, pursing her lips. "I don't think I can do this...Defeat Death...I have no idea what to do." She confessed, feeling as though she had already spoken the fears and knowing that she had, though she wasn't quite sure if she had said them verbally or not. She had repeated those concerns in her head over and over, telling herself that if everyone was counting on her to figure out how to save them, then they were all doomed.
"There has to be a way, we were so close last time. Don't worry Altessa, we can do it together..." Kimberly assured the teenager, who stared at her, filled with hope and fear. "We don't know who's next to die but we can watch the Signs for clues, anything that's out of the ordinary, a complete irony."
Altessa nodded once. "Right, the signs." She repeated, mumbling underneath her breathe, making a mental note for herself. The Signs, she would definitely look for them but she worried that she wouldn't be able to read them, to understand what they were trying to tell her.
"And your friends, Altessa, you could tell them, make sure they understand and watch too." Thomas added, causing both women to look his way. Kimberly smiled slightly, surprised that she hadn't thought of that before; that was just further proof that they needed each other to be this thing.
The teenager nodded. "Right, I can tell Morgan and Shane and I can go to school tomorrow to make sure they're okay. And I can watch my science teacher, it'll be the easiest way to watch them." She remarked, though she was quite sure that she was up to going to school. But she knew that she couldn't let Morgan and Shane die, not when there was something she could do to keep them alive.
"Good idea. We'll try and contact the other survivors, warn them as well." Kimberly added looking over at Thomas for conformation. The low-rung officer nodded his agreement, ready to do whatever Kimberly suggested.
Altessa glanced down at the floor, giving the brunette a little half nod to show that she also agreed with her words. Kimberly stood up and headed over to the cluttered desk pressed against the wall; she dug through a pile of books, papers and other odd stuff. Finally, she pulled out two black cell phones that Thomas recognized as the cell phones they had given to Kat and Rory the day before they were killed. She handed one of the cell phones to Altessa, who took it with a look of confusion.
"Okay, so we'll use these cell phones to keep in touch; if Thomas and I see any Signs, we'll give you a call and vice versa." Kimberly explained, swapping numbers with the teenager before Altessa slipped the phone into her pocket.
"Right," Altessa agreed, standing up as well and heading toward the front door. The three said their goodbyes, and Kimberly watched the teenager until she disappeared, her safety now out of her hands.
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When Altessa arrived back at her house, she was surprised to find that Morgan was there as well, sitting on the front stoop, her chin in her hands. When she saw her friend, Morgan leapt to her feet, starting across the yard toward her. "Where have you been? Your mother called me and said that you had run away. Altessa, what's going on?" She asked, her words coming out in a rush.
Altessa took a deep breath, knowing that now was as good a time as any to explain the Design and Signs to her friend. "Look, that doesn't matter; what does matter is that you listen to ever thing I have to say and believe me." She started, leading her friend back to the stoop and sitting down.
"Altessa, what's going on?" Morgan asked, narrowing her eyes, a little upset but even more confused. And a little frightened, though she wasn't sure why. Sure, her friend had acted a little strangely before, but it was nothing compared to the way she was acting right now.
"That's what I'm trying to explain to you if you'd just be quiet and listen." Altessa snapped, fed up with her friend's interruptions. This was a matter of life and death, she didn't have time to answer petty questions. "I was talking with Kimberly Corman, you know, the woman that predicted the pile-up last year?" Altessa made the mistake of pausing for a brief second, which was exactly when Morgan butted in.
"Yeah, I remember but what does she have to do with anything? Altessa, everyone says she's crazy, with all that death stuff." Morgan snapped, put off by Altessa's command seconds earlier. Had her friend finally lost it? She'd had more encounters with Death then she had...had it finally pushed Altessa over the edge?
Altessa let out a long sigh, gritting her teeth. "She's not crazy...God, would you just listen to me? This is important! We're all going to die unless you pay attention to what I have to say, god-damnit!" Altessa shouted, unsure of where the outburst had come from. All the pent up and anger and fear that she felt was finally making itself known. Now, however, was not a good time to have a breakdown.
The raven-haired girl's shout had worked, surprising her friend and thus, quieting her down. Altessa knew now was her chance to explain. "Look, when Kimberly predicted the pile-up, she intervened and she and some other people cheated Death. Because they cheated Death, they broke the Design, which wasn't a good thing and Death went after them, because it was their time to die.
"When I saw the house explosion, the same thing happened. Because we didn't die in the explosion like we were supposed to, we cheated Death. But, Death is coming back to get us, we're going to die. But Kimberly says that we can cheat Death, but we have to look for the Signs..." Altessa was speaking quickly, trying to get all her thoughts out, making sure she didn't forget anything. But Morgan had heard enough.
"God, Altessa, enough of this shit. I can't believe you actually bought into that? Death coming back to get us? That's nuts." Morgan snapped, ignoring the slightly pained look her friend shot her. She didn't want to admit that Altessa's words actually gave her the creeps and she definitely wouldn't admit that she wanted to believe her. It was too crazy to consider, the sort of thing that made you end up in a mental institution.
Altessa paused, frowning, forehead creasing; she had hoped that Morgan would believe her, after all, they were best friends. "No, it's not crazy, it's completely true. Michael died in a freak accident, just like the survivors of the pileup and Flight 180. We're all going to die, unless we work together and look for the Signs, that's the only way we can cheat Death again. You have to believe me." She pleaded, begging her friend with her jade eyes.
Morgan shook her head, standing up and turning around to face her friend. "No, Altessa, you're crazy, all right? You're fucking nuts." Morgan snapped, feeling a deep chill running through her body. She turned on her heel and rushed away from her friend, running down the driveway.
Everything inside of her told her that she needed to believe Altessa, that her friend was telling her the truth. She was going to die. But it was crazy, she was only sixteen, she couldn't die.
Altessa leapt to her feet, watching her friend. "No, Morgan! You have to believe me, watch for the Signs." She called after her, a last desperate attempt to reach her friend. But Morgan was gone, disappearing around the corner.
Morgan could be the next to die, she had no idea of knowing if she was ever going to see her friend again. But she did know one thing: she had to watch for the Signs, she had to keep her eyes open for any hints.
She had to believe.
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Okay, so, this chapter was kinda lame but I figured I should put it in anyway; as for the curse words,
I just felt like cussing today...and this is Final Destination after all. The next chapter will be longer,
and will contain the first Death...ooh, bet you're getting excited now (just kidding...) Random fact: I'm
watching "Final Destination" right now; I love this movie! Good stuff, good stuff. Not to offen anyone but,
I really hate the French language; it's very hard to speak and understand...it's the Devil's language. It
makes sense that the plane exploded when it was heading to France. Okay, sorry for that outbrust (it comes
from the fact that I'm probably failing French class) and I hope I didn't offend anyone. More coming soon,
look for an update later today or tomorrow.