Final Destination 3
NOTE TO READERS, OFFICER THOMAS BURKE AND KIMBERLEY CORMAN, THAT SURVIVED ARE INCLUDED IN THIS FIC, BUT THEY'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTERS AT ALL, AND ARE NOW MARRIED. THIS IS ONLY THE 1st CHAPTER AND IT'S NOT VERY LONG, BUT THAT'S JUST BECAUSE A SORT OF INTRO TO THE STORY. ANYWAY, HOPE YOU ENJOY, AND PLEASE REVIEW!
Chapter 1 - Premonition
The wind howled as John Goodman stepped onto the platform. It was a cold, wet, windy night, and all he wanted to do was get home, and relax. He was with a few of his mates, as they'd just been out drinking heavily that night, due to it being his 18th birthday celebrations. He wasn't drunk, but he did feel a little uneasy, and thought it was best if he went home, before he caused any trouble.
When it arrived, late, they all clambered onto the second carriage of the train, and went to find some seats.
"Come on John!" They called to him, as he ran onto the train.
"Just buying a magazine!" He called, holding up a copy of Jugs.
All cheering wildly, John joined them. He put his feet up on the seat, with his best mate, Bobby Franklin looking over his shoulder at the magazine.
"Wow! Look at the pair on that chick!"
"You lot are so immature." Jess told them.
"Yeah." agreed Laura.
They all clambered round, knocking into each other to see the magazine.
"Come on Jodie!" Young Harry Patrick called to his little sister, as they took their dog for a walk, not so far up from where the late 8:29 had just departed. "We need to get home! Mum will be worried sick! This'll be like the 180th time we've been late!"
"Are you sure it's safe to cross here? We can't see if another train's coming 'cos that tunnel's too dark!"
"Yeah, there's not another train for at least another fifteen minutes yet, come on!"
Jodie wheeled her bicycle across the crossing, aided by her brother and their dog, Walter.
That's when it hit them. Going at around 70 miles an hour, and increasing in speed, they didn't stand a chance.
In the train, they felt an uneasy jolt, as the train jerked.
"Whoa!"
"Maybe something's wrong with the train." Bobby joked.
"Yeah, we're all gonna die!" John laughed heartily. "It's probably just something on the track."
It was something on the track alright. Something that was still on the track, and being pushed along by the very train they were on...Jodie's bicycle. It had somehow got lodged in-between the train and its wheel, causing the wheel to gradually slide off the track. They were in the first carriage, so they felt it first.
"What's going on?" Jerry cried, as the train jerked off the track and span round.
The two front carriages slid off the track, spinning round violently. The last two carriages, were still in the tunnel, so they hit the side, and smashed inwards, killing several unfortunate passengers trapped inside, and propelling the train to the end of the tunnel, further towards the platform.
Bodies flew everywhere, limp and helpless. Jess and Laura's last feelings were of severe pain, getting smashed into the ground like rag dolls, breaking their skulls upon impact, killing them instantly.
"Oh God!" The others screamed.
But not even God could help them. It was their time. And nothing could cheat Death.
Flames engulfed both Jerry then Dominic, before starting to devour Neil.
Then, the train exploded.
"John! John! Hello?"
John looked round, seeing he was still by the ticket barriers, with all his mates. It had just been a dream. A crazy, messed-up dream. Still, he thought about it for a moment. Exactly two years ago, flight 180 had exploded, and, due to some school-kid having some sort of a premonition, him and his friends had escaped. Also, exactly one year ago, a massive pile up, had caused several deaths on the highway, due to a girl's premonition, and thanks to her, two lives were saved, as the survivors seemed to die shortly after.
But they'd happened in America, and to him in England, apparently no concern of his. But Death is everywhere, and cannot be avoided at any cost.
But he still had doubts, and decided he might as well play it safe, and try to stop the train.
"Listen to me," he told the ticket clerk, "this train's going to crash! You've got to cancel it!"
"I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid I can't do that. Now unless you want to buy a ticket, I'm afraid I can't let you through."
John realised it was hopeless trying to get the ticket clerk to do anything, so he might be able to get some sense into the driver. Buying a ticket, he grabbed an umbrella off a woman, and rammed it into the ticket barriers, breaking them upon impact, preventing anyone else from getting down to the train in time. He ran down, and went to the front of the train, to talk to the driver, continuously hassled by his friends, asking him what the hell was going on.
He opened the driver's door and looked in. The driver wasn't there.
"Where the hell's the driver?" He cried.
"Pardon me, coming through." An old man called to him. "If you want to get on, you'll have to get on down there."
He pointed to the front door of the train.
"Listen to me, you've got to stop the train! It's going to crash!"
"Look, either get on the train, or stay here. Now what do you want to do, laddy?"
John stared at him in shocked silence.
"Fine, have it your way."
The train started off, and disappeared shortly after into a tunnel about 400 metres away.
"What the hell was that for, John? We missed the train, thanks to you!"
"But the train's going to crash! I saw it!"
"Well, if you saw it, then it can't have been that train then, can it?"
"No, it was that train, I saw it in a vision!"
"Oh yeah, sure. A vision. Thanks to you, we've got to wait until the morning now, to get another train."
"Yeah, thanks a lot, John, ya idiot. And by the way, happy birth-"
A loud noise caused them all to dive to the ground, fire shot out of the tunnel, and onto the track. They looked up in horror to see the remains of a train, coming for them, at an alarming speed. They ran to the stairs, just as the remainder of the 8:29 pulled into the platform.
"Oh God..."
"John, what's going on?"
"I...I don't know..." John stuttered.
"There's the guy!"
John looked round to see a police officer running towards him, brandishing his baton. He was knocked out, as soon as the policeman got there. The last thing he saw was the officer's nametag. Officer Thomas Burke.
NOTE TO READERS, OFFICER THOMAS BURKE AND KIMBERLEY CORMAN, THAT SURVIVED ARE INCLUDED IN THIS FIC, BUT THEY'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTERS AT ALL, AND ARE NOW MARRIED. THIS IS ONLY THE 1st CHAPTER AND IT'S NOT VERY LONG, BUT THAT'S JUST BECAUSE A SORT OF INTRO TO THE STORY. ANYWAY, HOPE YOU ENJOY, AND PLEASE REVIEW!
Chapter 1 - Premonition
The wind howled as John Goodman stepped onto the platform. It was a cold, wet, windy night, and all he wanted to do was get home, and relax. He was with a few of his mates, as they'd just been out drinking heavily that night, due to it being his 18th birthday celebrations. He wasn't drunk, but he did feel a little uneasy, and thought it was best if he went home, before he caused any trouble.
When it arrived, late, they all clambered onto the second carriage of the train, and went to find some seats.
"Come on John!" They called to him, as he ran onto the train.
"Just buying a magazine!" He called, holding up a copy of Jugs.
All cheering wildly, John joined them. He put his feet up on the seat, with his best mate, Bobby Franklin looking over his shoulder at the magazine.
"Wow! Look at the pair on that chick!"
"You lot are so immature." Jess told them.
"Yeah." agreed Laura.
They all clambered round, knocking into each other to see the magazine.
"Come on Jodie!" Young Harry Patrick called to his little sister, as they took their dog for a walk, not so far up from where the late 8:29 had just departed. "We need to get home! Mum will be worried sick! This'll be like the 180th time we've been late!"
"Are you sure it's safe to cross here? We can't see if another train's coming 'cos that tunnel's too dark!"
"Yeah, there's not another train for at least another fifteen minutes yet, come on!"
Jodie wheeled her bicycle across the crossing, aided by her brother and their dog, Walter.
That's when it hit them. Going at around 70 miles an hour, and increasing in speed, they didn't stand a chance.
In the train, they felt an uneasy jolt, as the train jerked.
"Whoa!"
"Maybe something's wrong with the train." Bobby joked.
"Yeah, we're all gonna die!" John laughed heartily. "It's probably just something on the track."
It was something on the track alright. Something that was still on the track, and being pushed along by the very train they were on...Jodie's bicycle. It had somehow got lodged in-between the train and its wheel, causing the wheel to gradually slide off the track. They were in the first carriage, so they felt it first.
"What's going on?" Jerry cried, as the train jerked off the track and span round.
The two front carriages slid off the track, spinning round violently. The last two carriages, were still in the tunnel, so they hit the side, and smashed inwards, killing several unfortunate passengers trapped inside, and propelling the train to the end of the tunnel, further towards the platform.
Bodies flew everywhere, limp and helpless. Jess and Laura's last feelings were of severe pain, getting smashed into the ground like rag dolls, breaking their skulls upon impact, killing them instantly.
"Oh God!" The others screamed.
But not even God could help them. It was their time. And nothing could cheat Death.
Flames engulfed both Jerry then Dominic, before starting to devour Neil.
Then, the train exploded.
"John! John! Hello?"
John looked round, seeing he was still by the ticket barriers, with all his mates. It had just been a dream. A crazy, messed-up dream. Still, he thought about it for a moment. Exactly two years ago, flight 180 had exploded, and, due to some school-kid having some sort of a premonition, him and his friends had escaped. Also, exactly one year ago, a massive pile up, had caused several deaths on the highway, due to a girl's premonition, and thanks to her, two lives were saved, as the survivors seemed to die shortly after.
But they'd happened in America, and to him in England, apparently no concern of his. But Death is everywhere, and cannot be avoided at any cost.
But he still had doubts, and decided he might as well play it safe, and try to stop the train.
"Listen to me," he told the ticket clerk, "this train's going to crash! You've got to cancel it!"
"I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid I can't do that. Now unless you want to buy a ticket, I'm afraid I can't let you through."
John realised it was hopeless trying to get the ticket clerk to do anything, so he might be able to get some sense into the driver. Buying a ticket, he grabbed an umbrella off a woman, and rammed it into the ticket barriers, breaking them upon impact, preventing anyone else from getting down to the train in time. He ran down, and went to the front of the train, to talk to the driver, continuously hassled by his friends, asking him what the hell was going on.
He opened the driver's door and looked in. The driver wasn't there.
"Where the hell's the driver?" He cried.
"Pardon me, coming through." An old man called to him. "If you want to get on, you'll have to get on down there."
He pointed to the front door of the train.
"Listen to me, you've got to stop the train! It's going to crash!"
"Look, either get on the train, or stay here. Now what do you want to do, laddy?"
John stared at him in shocked silence.
"Fine, have it your way."
The train started off, and disappeared shortly after into a tunnel about 400 metres away.
"What the hell was that for, John? We missed the train, thanks to you!"
"But the train's going to crash! I saw it!"
"Well, if you saw it, then it can't have been that train then, can it?"
"No, it was that train, I saw it in a vision!"
"Oh yeah, sure. A vision. Thanks to you, we've got to wait until the morning now, to get another train."
"Yeah, thanks a lot, John, ya idiot. And by the way, happy birth-"
A loud noise caused them all to dive to the ground, fire shot out of the tunnel, and onto the track. They looked up in horror to see the remains of a train, coming for them, at an alarming speed. They ran to the stairs, just as the remainder of the 8:29 pulled into the platform.
"Oh God..."
"John, what's going on?"
"I...I don't know..." John stuttered.
"There's the guy!"
John looked round to see a police officer running towards him, brandishing his baton. He was knocked out, as soon as the policeman got there. The last thing he saw was the officer's nametag. Officer Thomas Burke.