Final Destination Meets The Lost Boys
Disclaimer: None of the characters from Final Destination or The Lost Boys belong to me. They are property of New Line Cinema and Warner Bros. So please, no one from those big scary lawyer companies come and sue my ass off for copyright infringement or anything like that cos I'm just a fan, writing a Fanfiction…and a fan with, ahem, no money.
Author's Notes: All right, as you probably have guessed, this is a cross over fic between two of my all time favourite movies: Final Destination and The Lost Boys. A couple of months ago, I had decided to do an X over fic with FD. The problem was, which movie would fit together nicely with FD. I was watching my Lost Boys DeeeVeeeDeee the other night and it hit me. Quiet a few LB characters could easily be the characters in FD…Carter is similar to David; the tough bad ass, Toddie and Billy could easily be eccentric comic book store owners Edgar and Alan, the list goes on… Feedback is encouraged but not compulsory. I am trying to stay true to the character traits from each movie and please her royal Dharke-ness with a Carter centered Fanfiction…hopefully I will have delivered…even if it's not about werewolves…
PROLOGUE
The air was chilled on the Santa Carla boardwalk, the most popular area of the Santa Carla resort. Several hundreds of kids attended the local carnival every night, winning prizes here and there. On the carousel, a peroxide punk, David, and his three buddies were all dressed in black punk attire. A cheery brunette, smiled happily in the arms of her boyfriend. David recognised him immediately.
Officer Thomas Burke.
Burke had busted David's ass on many an occasion. The brown nosing cop had tried to get David done for arson, grand theft auto, and most recently, murder. He had failed in all three attempts. Evidence against David's crimes was lacking and all cases were thrown out. David smirked at the disgusting sight of love before his very eyes. David knew all too well that Burke was buttered on the other side, and if his girlfriend knew, she'd ought to tell him where to go. He had his contacts, telling him that Burke himself was a petty thief.
What a perfect time for revenge, thought David.
He nodded his head to his friends. They knew what to do.
Marko, a good looking, strong lad, started pushing into Burke's back. The officer acted rashly, turned and shoved Marko back into Dwayne.
"What the fuck is your problem, ass-wipe?!" challenged Paul.
David stepped forward, ready to surprise Burke from behind, however a silver haired figure pulled him back roughly, one arm slipping around his torso, the other baton occupied hand went under the blond's chin.
"I told you guys to stay off the boardwalk."
David traced the voice to that of Guard Murnau. He smirked at the others as Murnau dropped his restraint, David turned to stare the guard directly in the eye.
"Okay boys, let's go."
Dropping down to the ground, Marko, Dwayne and Paul followed David to where the parked motorcycles were.
"What was that about, Tom?"
Burke turned to face his girlfriend. He saw the concern in her eyes. He smiled at her.
"Nothing…"
Murnau caught Burke smiling.
"Hey, you…"
Burke faced the older man, listening to what he had to say.
"Off the boardwalk."
"Relax man, I don't mean any harm."
"Off the boardwalk." Murnau repeated, sterner. Burke rolled his eyes, not in the mood for negotiating with a measly security guard. The way Burke saw things; he was far superior, being a cop and all. He was due to take his FBI exam next weekend, much to Kimberly's protests. She wanted to go shopping. Burke reached back, searching for Kimberly's hand.
"We're leaving."
"But Tom…" whined the brunette. Burke squeezed her hand harder, signalling for her to be quiet and follow him off the carousel.
"Come on Kimmie, let's go."
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Midnight came quiet quickly. Another night of successful profit for the boardwalk. Every night, at around this time, Murnau had to lock up. He knew this job paid rotten but he had to have some sort of support for his new spouse, Valerie. How he longed to get home and see her. Walking out to his car, he searched for his car keys.
Jamming his hands into his pockets, trying not to take out the gates key, a shiver found it's way down his back. Putting it down to just the wind, Murnau walked forward to his car. The next noise made him stop in his tracks. He could vaguely hear whistling.
Was someone whistling for a lost dog?
Turning, his gaze shot straight up towards the sky. What Murnau saw, shook him to his very core. His eyes widened, his breathing become more rapid almost to the point of hyperventilation, he stood frozen to the spot. His "fight or flee" radar suddenly kicked in and at a frenzied pace, he ran towards the car.
The creature followed him, the car keys jangled in his hands, his nerves shredded in two. Fumbling around for the car keys in this desperate situation was something the former teacher did not favour. Getting to grips with the keys, he pushed them into the lock. From behind, the assailant swooped in and dragged Murnau off his feet. The car door was easily broken off its hinges as Murnau was flung into the air, his frantic screams echoing into the night skies.
---Carter Horton sat slumped in the back seat of his mom's pick up, looking unabashedly bored. The trip from Phoenix was a long one. And listening to his rather annoying cousin, Alex Browning talking for three hours straight, certainly made the drive more unbearable. Alex had lived with Carter and his mom and dad for most of his life. His aunt Barbara and uncle Ken had died in a car accident when Alex was just a toddler. And during the past fifteen years, Carter felt like he was playing second fiddle to Alex in his mother's affections.
Not that it bothered the jock seeing as Alex was what Lucy had always wanted Carter to be: a smart, intelligent son. Instead Carter's personality reflected on that of his father's: a moody, diligent asshole. Carter didn't care. He liked himself and that was all that mattered. He was certainly glad he was not Alex, the plank.
Now, Alex was searching for a music station with some actual decent music. Carter cringed hearing Britney Spears' squeaking voice. Sitting forward, Carter edged his hand through the space between the passenger seat and the driver seat and found the seek button on the radio.
"Carter, I was listening to that…" Alex argued. Carter scowled the infamous death scowl at his cousin. Seeing the face, Alex backed off.
"You two, don't start…" warned Lucy.
Finally, Carter came to a station, which played Metallica's Enter the Sandman. Grinning at his achievement in finding a decent station, he sat back, looking rather smug. The music threatened to damage Lucy's ear drums so she flicked the station looking for something more her style.
Celine Dion's dulcet tones filled the car speakers.
"Keep going!" Alex and Carter said together in unison, obviously agreeing on something.
"Hey, look!" Lucy exclaimed, "We're almost there!"
"What's that smell?" Carter scoffed, the smell attacking his nostrils. He put his sleeve to his face in an attempt to block it out.
"The Ocean air." Lucy replied. She had always wanted to live by the ocean. Ever since she was a little girl. She obviously smelt something very different.
"Smells like someone died." Alex mumbled.
"Look guys, I know this past year hasn't been easy, what with the divorce and all…"
"More like the past fifteen years," Carter replied, defending his father.
Alex knew that was a dig at him for invading Carter's personal space at the Horton residence. Alex didn't like the fact that he and Carter were cousins as much as Carter despised it himself. But now, moving to a new city, they would have to get along for the sake of boredom. Looking at the two options, Carter would choose boredom over being friends with Alex. Just because they were blood related, didn't mean they had to like each other.
"You're gonna like living in Santa Carla."
"I highly doubt that, mom." Said Carter. For one thing: he'd surely miss the hot babes Phoenix offered. Judging by what he had already seen of the Santa Carla locals, the girls were either dorks or just plain unattractive in Carter's eyes.
Carter glanced at the welcoming billboard for Santa Carla. Well, it had a beach. Maybe all the hot chicks hung out down there, he thought, smiling to himself.
Time to turn on the Horton charm.
Behind the billboard, Carter's smile dropped as he read five threatening words in red spray paint:
MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD.