As I'm writing this chapter, I'm watching "Final Destination 2" on DVD (I'm so happy I finally got it on DVD, no more VHS!) and Evan is about to die. My little brother is watching it too and he looks absolutely frightened/engrossed, but anyway. I just have one little question to all my wonderful readers out there: how come there are no really hot guys in this movie? I mean in the first movie we had Devon Sawa, Kerr Smith and Sean William Scott but in the second movie, the cutest guy is the actor that plays Thomas and that's a stretch. Anyway, enough about that, on with the story.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Guillotine
Altessa was the last to rise the next morning, awakened by the sounds of Kimberly banging around in the kitchen and Thomas humming in the shower. Yawning, the teenager slid off the couch and walked into the kitchen, greeting the brunette before sitting down at the kitchen table. "Right before I woke up, I thought everything about the past few days had been just a dream. But, I realized that I wasn't dreaming after all." Altessa remarked, not sure what her comment was supposed to mean or accomplish.
Kimberly turned around to face the teenager, a sympathetic look upon her face. "The whole ordeal seems like a bad dream." She agreed, knowing that she had woken up more then a few times wondering if the past days and months had been nothing more then a nightmare. Yet she always woke up into her current reality, always forcing herself to make the best of the life she had now. "But, we're going to find a way to make it, at least, a little better."
"Right. Better." Altessa mumbled, not quite sure of what better actually was, since her family and friends were dead. "Anyway, I still think that Skye is going to die next, even after last night's incident."
Kimberly nodded, turning away long enough to stick two waffles into the toaster for a breakfast that she wasn't sure she really wanted. "After breakfast, we should go see Skye and Scott and make sure they're all right. I'm sure Thomas can get their address from some of his 'official files'." She remarked, smiling slightly as she spoke the last two words.
Altessa nodded her agreement, while shrugging her shoulders slightly, realizing how much easier getting the survivors together was since Thomas was a police officer, though a low-rung officer. "I hope we're not too late."
* * *
After a light breakfast, Kimberly, Altessa and Thomas decided to head over to Scott and Skye's, deciding against calling, knowing that it would be an unnecessary waste of time. During the drive, everyone was silent, keeping an eye out for any signs that might mean that Skye really was next.
Scott and Skye lived in the typical young couple apartment complex, with unmanicured lawns and separate buildings with peeling cream colored paint. Kimberly couldn't help but think that this apartment complex mirrored the cheap one that she and Thomas lived in now. Ignoring the cheap decor, she kept her eyes open for Scott or Skye, as well as the address that Thomas had gotten from the police report.
"There's the building." Altessa remarked from the back seat, pointing to the right, where apartment building 9B stood. Thomas turned the SUV in the appropriate direction, looking for the blue Sunfire that the couple drove.
Thomas parked the car alongside the curb and the trio piled out, heading up the cracked walkway toward the entrance to the building. Altessa sighed and stood on the sidewalk, letting Thomas and Kimberly walk on without her; she shielded her eyes against the glare of the sun as she peered down the walk, searching for the couple. Kimberly and Thomas reached the top of the stairs and studied the buzz board, looking over the names beside the white buttons that would grant them entrance into the apartment building. The brunette finally located the couple's name and pressed the buzzer, waiting for the approval to enter. When no answer came, Kimberly pressed the button again, in no mood to be patient; after pushing the buzzer twice more, she turned to Thomas with an exasperated look. "I don't think they're home." She mumbled, a worried feeling creeping across her spine.
Thomas opened his mouth to say something but Altessa's voice cut him off before he could get the words out. "I think I see their car." She called, looking over at her friends, who turned in her direction.
Indeed, a blue Sunfire was heading down the street toward the apartment building, though it didn't appear to have any motive of stopping; Scott and Skye were probably simply passing by on their way out once more. Kimberly and Thomas hurried down the steps and joined Altessa on the sidewalk. "We have to get their attention." Kimberly remarked, chewing on her bottom lip.
Thomas began to wave his arms above his head, shouting their names as the car passed by the trio of survivors. "I think they'll stop." He remarked, despite the doubtful looks that Kimberly and Altessa gave him.
* * *
Skye's brow knitted for a brief moment as Scott drove past their apartment building. They were on their way to visit one of Scott's co-workers that lived a few buildings down on their way back from a trip to the grocery store; Skye knew that they were attempting to do the most mundane of things as a way of pretending that Death wasn't after them. "Scott, I think that was...Thomas and his girlfriend." She mumbled, shifting in her seat so she could see behind her.
"Why would Thomas be at our apartment?" Scott questioned, slowing down slightly and knowing exactly why Thomas would be at their complex. He still believed that if he didn't admit that they were really being stalked by Death -despite all of the glaring proof that they were- then it wasn't true.
Skye didn't answer but saw that she was right and that Thomas was attempting to get their attention. "I think you'd better go back." She remarked, though she knew that Scott couldn't turn the car around since the small road the were on was only one way. Instead, she rolled the window down and poked her head out, glancing past the back of the car to get a good look at Thomas, Kimberly and the unnerving teenager that they were always with.
Thomas was shouting something that Skye couldn't quite make out, so she leaned out farther in an attempt to understand him. Despite everything that she had been taught in her life, she actually believed everything Thomas and Kimberly were saying about Death stalking them. Or, at least, she did after seeing what had happened the night before.
The last thing Skye Davis was aware of what the shrill scream coming from Kimberly and Altessa's voice, laced with panic and worry, crying for her to watch out.
* * *
It had been Kimberly who had seen the sign first, realizing that Skye's head was directly positioned along the edge of the "Caution, children at play," road marker. Altessa's desperate warning had been shouted too late and Skye's head had been loped off before the blonde had even realized what was happening.
Kimberly choked out another scream before falling against Thomas, feeling slightly lightheaded; Thomas put his arms around her, both supporting and comforting the brunette as tears filled her eyes. Altessa stumbled as well, though she managed to keep her footing, looking more shocked then anything else. At last, she dropped to her knees, tearing her gaze away from the sight of Skye's head, lying a foot away from her body, which had tumbled from the car. "I don't...understand...I knew she was going to die, we should have been able to save her." The teenager mumbled.
The Sunfire screeched to a halt, nearly jackknifing as Scott slammed upon the breaks. Even from their spots outside, Kimberly, Altessa and Thomas could hear the distraught man shouting out his fiancée's name, as well as crying out meaningless words. Scott through open his car door and stumbled out of the vehicle, dropping to his knees before getting two feet away from the Sunfire. The man vomited onto the pavement, face pale and sticky with tears.
Altessa watched the whole spectacle, too stunned to move or rightfully process what was happening. "I don't understand." She repeated, as though in a daze. "We should have saved her."
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So, here's another chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. I got the death from one of my favorite urban legends, in case anyone is wondering. So, please review!
Chapter Twenty-Four
Guillotine
Altessa was the last to rise the next morning, awakened by the sounds of Kimberly banging around in the kitchen and Thomas humming in the shower. Yawning, the teenager slid off the couch and walked into the kitchen, greeting the brunette before sitting down at the kitchen table. "Right before I woke up, I thought everything about the past few days had been just a dream. But, I realized that I wasn't dreaming after all." Altessa remarked, not sure what her comment was supposed to mean or accomplish.
Kimberly turned around to face the teenager, a sympathetic look upon her face. "The whole ordeal seems like a bad dream." She agreed, knowing that she had woken up more then a few times wondering if the past days and months had been nothing more then a nightmare. Yet she always woke up into her current reality, always forcing herself to make the best of the life she had now. "But, we're going to find a way to make it, at least, a little better."
"Right. Better." Altessa mumbled, not quite sure of what better actually was, since her family and friends were dead. "Anyway, I still think that Skye is going to die next, even after last night's incident."
Kimberly nodded, turning away long enough to stick two waffles into the toaster for a breakfast that she wasn't sure she really wanted. "After breakfast, we should go see Skye and Scott and make sure they're all right. I'm sure Thomas can get their address from some of his 'official files'." She remarked, smiling slightly as she spoke the last two words.
Altessa nodded her agreement, while shrugging her shoulders slightly, realizing how much easier getting the survivors together was since Thomas was a police officer, though a low-rung officer. "I hope we're not too late."
* * *
After a light breakfast, Kimberly, Altessa and Thomas decided to head over to Scott and Skye's, deciding against calling, knowing that it would be an unnecessary waste of time. During the drive, everyone was silent, keeping an eye out for any signs that might mean that Skye really was next.
Scott and Skye lived in the typical young couple apartment complex, with unmanicured lawns and separate buildings with peeling cream colored paint. Kimberly couldn't help but think that this apartment complex mirrored the cheap one that she and Thomas lived in now. Ignoring the cheap decor, she kept her eyes open for Scott or Skye, as well as the address that Thomas had gotten from the police report.
"There's the building." Altessa remarked from the back seat, pointing to the right, where apartment building 9B stood. Thomas turned the SUV in the appropriate direction, looking for the blue Sunfire that the couple drove.
Thomas parked the car alongside the curb and the trio piled out, heading up the cracked walkway toward the entrance to the building. Altessa sighed and stood on the sidewalk, letting Thomas and Kimberly walk on without her; she shielded her eyes against the glare of the sun as she peered down the walk, searching for the couple. Kimberly and Thomas reached the top of the stairs and studied the buzz board, looking over the names beside the white buttons that would grant them entrance into the apartment building. The brunette finally located the couple's name and pressed the buzzer, waiting for the approval to enter. When no answer came, Kimberly pressed the button again, in no mood to be patient; after pushing the buzzer twice more, she turned to Thomas with an exasperated look. "I don't think they're home." She mumbled, a worried feeling creeping across her spine.
Thomas opened his mouth to say something but Altessa's voice cut him off before he could get the words out. "I think I see their car." She called, looking over at her friends, who turned in her direction.
Indeed, a blue Sunfire was heading down the street toward the apartment building, though it didn't appear to have any motive of stopping; Scott and Skye were probably simply passing by on their way out once more. Kimberly and Thomas hurried down the steps and joined Altessa on the sidewalk. "We have to get their attention." Kimberly remarked, chewing on her bottom lip.
Thomas began to wave his arms above his head, shouting their names as the car passed by the trio of survivors. "I think they'll stop." He remarked, despite the doubtful looks that Kimberly and Altessa gave him.
* * *
Skye's brow knitted for a brief moment as Scott drove past their apartment building. They were on their way to visit one of Scott's co-workers that lived a few buildings down on their way back from a trip to the grocery store; Skye knew that they were attempting to do the most mundane of things as a way of pretending that Death wasn't after them. "Scott, I think that was...Thomas and his girlfriend." She mumbled, shifting in her seat so she could see behind her.
"Why would Thomas be at our apartment?" Scott questioned, slowing down slightly and knowing exactly why Thomas would be at their complex. He still believed that if he didn't admit that they were really being stalked by Death -despite all of the glaring proof that they were- then it wasn't true.
Skye didn't answer but saw that she was right and that Thomas was attempting to get their attention. "I think you'd better go back." She remarked, though she knew that Scott couldn't turn the car around since the small road the were on was only one way. Instead, she rolled the window down and poked her head out, glancing past the back of the car to get a good look at Thomas, Kimberly and the unnerving teenager that they were always with.
Thomas was shouting something that Skye couldn't quite make out, so she leaned out farther in an attempt to understand him. Despite everything that she had been taught in her life, she actually believed everything Thomas and Kimberly were saying about Death stalking them. Or, at least, she did after seeing what had happened the night before.
The last thing Skye Davis was aware of what the shrill scream coming from Kimberly and Altessa's voice, laced with panic and worry, crying for her to watch out.
* * *
It had been Kimberly who had seen the sign first, realizing that Skye's head was directly positioned along the edge of the "Caution, children at play," road marker. Altessa's desperate warning had been shouted too late and Skye's head had been loped off before the blonde had even realized what was happening.
Kimberly choked out another scream before falling against Thomas, feeling slightly lightheaded; Thomas put his arms around her, both supporting and comforting the brunette as tears filled her eyes. Altessa stumbled as well, though she managed to keep her footing, looking more shocked then anything else. At last, she dropped to her knees, tearing her gaze away from the sight of Skye's head, lying a foot away from her body, which had tumbled from the car. "I don't...understand...I knew she was going to die, we should have been able to save her." The teenager mumbled.
The Sunfire screeched to a halt, nearly jackknifing as Scott slammed upon the breaks. Even from their spots outside, Kimberly, Altessa and Thomas could hear the distraught man shouting out his fiancée's name, as well as crying out meaningless words. Scott through open his car door and stumbled out of the vehicle, dropping to his knees before getting two feet away from the Sunfire. The man vomited onto the pavement, face pale and sticky with tears.
Altessa watched the whole spectacle, too stunned to move or rightfully process what was happening. "I don't understand." She repeated, as though in a daze. "We should have saved her."
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So, here's another chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. I got the death from one of my favorite urban legends, in case anyone is wondering. So, please review!