Internet Hi! SmartSlowpoke here with chapter three! I love Final Destination so I hope this story does the series justice!
Disclaimer: I don't own FD
Marcy awoke to Ariel's hand waving in front of her face.
"Hello!? Earth to Marcy, what's wrong? You just kind of spaced out on me."
Marcy could not catch her breath. Everything that had happened earlier fueled her belief that whatever she just saw would become a reality. She was sweating like mad and the whole world seemed to be spinning.
Her panic was increased when she saw a float, the SAME lion float from her vision, approaching and heard the distant sound of a marching band rounding the corner.
With that she snapped.
"We need to go NOW!"she screamed hysterically.
"What!? Why!?"
"I-I saw it! We're gonna die! I s-swear I saw it! The tank collapsed and it killed everyone!"
By then the parade attendees become more interested in the girl's insanity. Marcy was on the verge of tears. She grabbed Ariel by the arm and ran through the streets in search for a place to escape the impending disaster.
"Marcy, stop! Where are you going?!" Ariel attempted to stop her friend but Marcy, being powered by adrenaline, would not listen.
The two bumped into a number of people. One man in particular was very annoyed by the crazy, young lady.
"Hey, what's your problem?! Come back here!" he said running after the pair. A young woman standing next to him took notice and followed him.
"Dad where are you going?"she asked. A cup of Sprite slipped out of her hands as a man bumped into her. The drink spilled over the hood of a car in front of her, startling the couple inside.
As the duo inside the car exited, the girl appearing to be in high school and the man looking a couple of years older, another couple ran by, yelling at who one could only assume caused the spill.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry...but I need to go find my dad!" the woman gave the insincere apology and ran in the direction of the other six attendees.
"What the-? Come back here right now!" the girl said running after her.
"Laura wait up!" the guy called out to his girlfriend.
Back with Marcy she had managed to gain the attention of yet another man. He was middle-aged and looked ready to bash someone's skull in. Marcy, partially blinded by panic and fear, had found an alley with a fire escape ladder conveniently propped up and ready for climbing.
She raced up the ladder skipping every other bar with Ariel, not wanting to be on the receiving end of the mob's violence followed close behind. They climbed through an open window and found themselves inside a small room above a shop.
Soon enough the room was filled by the eight parade attendees caught in the midst of Marcy's episode. The room became filled with the groups screaming putting Marcy in a difficult spot.
"What on Earth were you doing?!" said the man who was first to be bumped into obviously didn't expect a good answer. His coat might as well have read 'MONEY'.
"What are you talking about," asked some guy Marcy didn't remember seeing, "That guy ruined the parade with his talk about us dying!" he said pointing at a dark-skinned male with a face that could rival Marcy's in nervousness.
"Hey! You two didn't have to follow me!" the man in question yelled.
Marcy was in the corner struggling to tell her story through her gasps for breath.
"You... d-don't understand! I saw it! Everyone down there DIED!" she screamed!
The man rich man scoffed, shaking his head. "B-" he was cut off when suddenly a metal beam crashed through the window behind him, impaling him.
"DADDY!" his daughter screamed as the man's body fell to the ground. The sound of the water tank collapsing filled the air. The screams of the people below were barley heard for a second before they were all washed away.
The seven survivors stared at Marcy and the other male with stares ranging from confusion to terror.
"You...knew this would happen... Marcy?" Ariel asked herself.
Marcy did not answer however. Instead she fainted.
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There you are! NINE lucky, or unlucky ,survivors! Hope you keep an eye out for this story!
SmartSlowpoke Signing off!
