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Wow, thanks for the all the reviews, so far, what a great turn out. I'm glad no one thinks it's completely stupid, at least not yet. This is the part leading up the premonition and I have my own ideas, so it's different, so I'm not just repeating the movie. Please reviews and enjoy! And, sorry there are no songs in this chapter, it's very hard to find a song that goes with Death and premonitions and plane explosions.
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Chapter Two
Omens
The airport was crowded, despite the late hour and dreary weather. The storm Alex had wished against had made itself known, though without the fury that solid thunder clouds seemed to hold; the rain was a slight drizzle, trickling down the windows and down the metal overhangs that shielded the curb outside the entrance to JFK Airport.
All the bags and suitcases of various suitcases and owners had been strewn carelessly across the curb and sidewalk, unloaded by an uncaring bus driver and Alex frowned as he tried to sort through the pile to find his rolling suitcase. Tod and George were in the process of pulling their luggage free from the bottom of the pile, bickering in their brotherly fashion.
Carter was picking on his newest victim, Billy Hitchcock, while his blonde girlfriend, Terry Chaney, watched, giggling. Clear was knelt a few feet in front of Alex, taking a book out of her carryon bag and flipping through it, even as she zipped the bag back up. Miss Lewton was calling out to Christa Connors, holding a baby blue back out in front of her. "Here, you left this on the bus." Lewton told the teenager, who took the bag gratefully.
For the moment, Alex forgot about finding his suitcase, watching Christa and her best friend, Blake Warner, gather their suitcases and numerous purses, their outfits showing off all of their...assets. He, as well as every other male in Mt. Abraham High, had suffered a crush on the two girls since they had developed those assets in the seventh grade. Tod had discovered, after a great deal of cross-checking, that he would be seated next to Christa while his lucky friend would be sitting next to Blake. Tod had high hopes for the long plane ride but Alex didn't sure his excitement, knowing that there was no possible way that either of them would be able to score with Christa and Blake, no matter how boring the plane ride became.
Christa and Blake disappeared into the airport and Alex turned his attention back to finding his suitcase, which wasn't a difficult task because it was resting against the wall, surrounded by a few remaining duffel bags and rolling luggage. He reached forward and grabbed his suitcase by its extendable handle, bumping into someone who was also reaching for a bag beside his. Alex muttered a half-hearted "sorry" without really looking at the person standing next to him; had he looked, he would have seen Clear, who was looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, coffee colored eyes reflecting his image. Alex had always seemed like a mystery to her, even more so now, that she couldn't exactly explain why.
Alex passed by her without so much of a glance, following his friend Tod and George into the airport, stepping through the sliding doors and letting out a blast of air conditioned air. Clear grabbed her medium size suitcase off the concrete and slung it over her shoulder, grabbing her carry-on bag, book and walk-man, following the straggling students into the airport.
Valerie Lewton, Larry Murneau and two other teachers who had been roped into chaperoning went about rounding up the students, making sure they all had their passports and hustling them up the escalators so that they weren't late for their flight. Alex stepped on the ascending stairs behind Tod and George who were comparing their passport photos.
"I didn't think anything could look worse then my yearbook photo." Tod muttered with disgust, flipping the booklet shut so he wouldn't have to look at his horrendous picture any longer.
George shook his head with a smile, unable to resist a barb aimed at his brother. "How do you think I feel having to look at you all the time?" He questioned, repressing the smile, appearing serious.
Tod looked honestly stunned, unsure of how to answer so he kept silent. Alex shook his head, a tiny smile curling up his lips; he glanced behind him, seeing Clear with her head bowed in a paperback, ears covered by headphones. He didn't let his gaze linger on Clear for long, looking ahead of him once again.
After abandoning the escalator, the senior class found themselves on the upper level on the airport, where all the international flights arrived and departed. After a quick pause so that Larry Murneau could get his students to translate an French announcement on the intercom, the teens were about to mill about in the in Gate 46 waiting area. Valerie patrolled, attempting to keep the students in check while the other teachers sat in gossiped, watching the teenagers attempt to whittle away the remaining hour until their plane would arrive.
Alex strolled over to the thick glass windows which over-looked the landing platform for lack of a better word. He felt Clear's eyes watching him as he passed by her but he didn't glance her way, too wrapped up in his own thoughts and anxieties to really care about her attention. His fears about the quickly approaching plane ride hadn't ceased and had in fact become worse. No one else seemed as nervous as he, except for perhaps Clear, who seemed to appear slightly anxious lately; his classmates were all behaving as they would normally, appearing more like they were at home then in an airport. Christa and Blake were flipping through French magazines, Carter and Terry were no so privately making out on one of the plastic blue seats and Miss Lewton was searching the lobby for Billy Hitchcock.
Alex looked past his faded reflection in the glass and noticed that Flight 180 was slowly pulling against the ramp that would deposit passengers, much earlier then expected. As Alex looked at the aircraft, he sighed, leaning his forehead against the glass and shutting his eyes.
As soon as his eyes shut, he was assaulted, blinded by a variety of images, most that he couldn't quite sort out; he saw a freight train barreling into a car parked along the tracks, a horrendous highway pile up and most noticeably, he saw Flight 180, rocked by turbulence. He saw himself sitting on the plane, next to Tod, in front of Clear; it became obvious that more then turbulence was causing the plane to shake.
Oxygen masks dropped from over-head compartments and everyone frantically grabbed hold of the surely useless yellow devices; the left side of the plane tore off, the metal falling into the warm May air.
Just as Alex opened his eyes again, breathing heavily and sweating, he saw the plane explode and his own face burned away in the explosion. He stumbled backward slightly, finding himself back in the airport lobby, staring at Flight 180, still in one piece. Tod was standing next to him, looking at him, confused, concerned and perhaps even a bit frightened.
Alex whirled around, looking past Tod and seeing that his peers were slowly filing into the loading ramp and getting on the plane. If his dream was true, that meant that they were all going to die if they got on that plane.
True or not, Alex knew that he just couldn't take that chance.
Wow, thanks for the all the reviews, so far, what a great turn out. I'm glad no one thinks it's completely stupid, at least not yet. This is the part leading up the premonition and I have my own ideas, so it's different, so I'm not just repeating the movie. Please reviews and enjoy! And, sorry there are no songs in this chapter, it's very hard to find a song that goes with Death and premonitions and plane explosions.
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Chapter Two
Omens
The airport was crowded, despite the late hour and dreary weather. The storm Alex had wished against had made itself known, though without the fury that solid thunder clouds seemed to hold; the rain was a slight drizzle, trickling down the windows and down the metal overhangs that shielded the curb outside the entrance to JFK Airport.
All the bags and suitcases of various suitcases and owners had been strewn carelessly across the curb and sidewalk, unloaded by an uncaring bus driver and Alex frowned as he tried to sort through the pile to find his rolling suitcase. Tod and George were in the process of pulling their luggage free from the bottom of the pile, bickering in their brotherly fashion.
Carter was picking on his newest victim, Billy Hitchcock, while his blonde girlfriend, Terry Chaney, watched, giggling. Clear was knelt a few feet in front of Alex, taking a book out of her carryon bag and flipping through it, even as she zipped the bag back up. Miss Lewton was calling out to Christa Connors, holding a baby blue back out in front of her. "Here, you left this on the bus." Lewton told the teenager, who took the bag gratefully.
For the moment, Alex forgot about finding his suitcase, watching Christa and her best friend, Blake Warner, gather their suitcases and numerous purses, their outfits showing off all of their...assets. He, as well as every other male in Mt. Abraham High, had suffered a crush on the two girls since they had developed those assets in the seventh grade. Tod had discovered, after a great deal of cross-checking, that he would be seated next to Christa while his lucky friend would be sitting next to Blake. Tod had high hopes for the long plane ride but Alex didn't sure his excitement, knowing that there was no possible way that either of them would be able to score with Christa and Blake, no matter how boring the plane ride became.
Christa and Blake disappeared into the airport and Alex turned his attention back to finding his suitcase, which wasn't a difficult task because it was resting against the wall, surrounded by a few remaining duffel bags and rolling luggage. He reached forward and grabbed his suitcase by its extendable handle, bumping into someone who was also reaching for a bag beside his. Alex muttered a half-hearted "sorry" without really looking at the person standing next to him; had he looked, he would have seen Clear, who was looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, coffee colored eyes reflecting his image. Alex had always seemed like a mystery to her, even more so now, that she couldn't exactly explain why.
Alex passed by her without so much of a glance, following his friend Tod and George into the airport, stepping through the sliding doors and letting out a blast of air conditioned air. Clear grabbed her medium size suitcase off the concrete and slung it over her shoulder, grabbing her carry-on bag, book and walk-man, following the straggling students into the airport.
Valerie Lewton, Larry Murneau and two other teachers who had been roped into chaperoning went about rounding up the students, making sure they all had their passports and hustling them up the escalators so that they weren't late for their flight. Alex stepped on the ascending stairs behind Tod and George who were comparing their passport photos.
"I didn't think anything could look worse then my yearbook photo." Tod muttered with disgust, flipping the booklet shut so he wouldn't have to look at his horrendous picture any longer.
George shook his head with a smile, unable to resist a barb aimed at his brother. "How do you think I feel having to look at you all the time?" He questioned, repressing the smile, appearing serious.
Tod looked honestly stunned, unsure of how to answer so he kept silent. Alex shook his head, a tiny smile curling up his lips; he glanced behind him, seeing Clear with her head bowed in a paperback, ears covered by headphones. He didn't let his gaze linger on Clear for long, looking ahead of him once again.
After abandoning the escalator, the senior class found themselves on the upper level on the airport, where all the international flights arrived and departed. After a quick pause so that Larry Murneau could get his students to translate an French announcement on the intercom, the teens were about to mill about in the in Gate 46 waiting area. Valerie patrolled, attempting to keep the students in check while the other teachers sat in gossiped, watching the teenagers attempt to whittle away the remaining hour until their plane would arrive.
Alex strolled over to the thick glass windows which over-looked the landing platform for lack of a better word. He felt Clear's eyes watching him as he passed by her but he didn't glance her way, too wrapped up in his own thoughts and anxieties to really care about her attention. His fears about the quickly approaching plane ride hadn't ceased and had in fact become worse. No one else seemed as nervous as he, except for perhaps Clear, who seemed to appear slightly anxious lately; his classmates were all behaving as they would normally, appearing more like they were at home then in an airport. Christa and Blake were flipping through French magazines, Carter and Terry were no so privately making out on one of the plastic blue seats and Miss Lewton was searching the lobby for Billy Hitchcock.
Alex looked past his faded reflection in the glass and noticed that Flight 180 was slowly pulling against the ramp that would deposit passengers, much earlier then expected. As Alex looked at the aircraft, he sighed, leaning his forehead against the glass and shutting his eyes.
As soon as his eyes shut, he was assaulted, blinded by a variety of images, most that he couldn't quite sort out; he saw a freight train barreling into a car parked along the tracks, a horrendous highway pile up and most noticeably, he saw Flight 180, rocked by turbulence. He saw himself sitting on the plane, next to Tod, in front of Clear; it became obvious that more then turbulence was causing the plane to shake.
Oxygen masks dropped from over-head compartments and everyone frantically grabbed hold of the surely useless yellow devices; the left side of the plane tore off, the metal falling into the warm May air.
Just as Alex opened his eyes again, breathing heavily and sweating, he saw the plane explode and his own face burned away in the explosion. He stumbled backward slightly, finding himself back in the airport lobby, staring at Flight 180, still in one piece. Tod was standing next to him, looking at him, confused, concerned and perhaps even a bit frightened.
Alex whirled around, looking past Tod and seeing that his peers were slowly filing into the loading ramp and getting on the plane. If his dream was true, that meant that they were all going to die if they got on that plane.
True or not, Alex knew that he just couldn't take that chance.