A/N: I'm not sure if this chapter is my best work. I need to re-watch Final Destination 3 again to get back some of my inspiration. Still I hope you like it. After this chapter there will be only four more chapters.
Death stood on a set of train tracks as a freight train quickly approached. He smirked as it got closer. He laughed remembering that he started off just venting his anger at being betrayed and is now just doing all this for the fun of it. The train blew its horn as it was dangerously close to hitting him.
"Hey you idiot! Get off the tracks!" He heard someone shout at him. Death only chuckled and rose up his hands. He swung them to the right and the train leapt off the tracks. The people in their cars were crushed by the metal behemoth while other bystanders ran as fast as their legs could carry them, which wasn't fast enough; the train cars crushed them all and then the front of the train smashed into the front of a building. Death watched in pure enjoyment as the structure collapsed killing everyone that wasn't fast enough to avoid the falling debris. He felt exhilarated watching the carnage that surrounded him.
"Help! Someone help me!" A fallen bystander shouted as she tried to push some of the debris off her.
"Don't leave me. Please don't leave me," Death looked to his right and saw another woman grieving over someone he guessed was her husband. His face was entirely covered in blood and his wife had a death grip on his hand. "Please don't die," she silently pleaded.
"Sorry lady. But when your number's up," Death said spotting an approaching motorcyclist. "You number's up." The cyclist's motorcycle skidded throwing him off and the vehicle crashed into the screaming woman killing her instantly.
"None of this makes any sense," Wendy said as she, Alex, Julie, Kimberly, Clear, and Nick all sat at the table.
"You're telling me," Nick said.
"How could I not remember having that vision though? It's something one tends not to forget," Wendy said.
"You must have repressed it. You were only five after all," Clear explained.
"And then there's that. I was five. Did that ever happen to any of you guys?" They all shook their heads no. "And then there's the telekinesis. It's only happened for me, but none of you."
"It's like Clear said; there's something about you. Something different," Kimberly said. "You told us that when you had that vision it was like you saw the whole thing through my eyes and Alex's. Has that ever happened to you any other time?"
"Yes; three times actually. I was watching T.V. when I saw McKinley Speedway. I passed out and saw the whole crash through Nick's eyes."
"I thought I felt another presence with me when I had that vision," Nick said.
"It was even stranger the second time. I was looking in the mirror and then the next thing I knew I was sitting behind you in your car. I touched your shoulder and then I had a vision."
"Was it of a pipe bursting?" Nick asked.
"Yeah; the third time I looked in a mirror and saw you outside of a hospital."
"Just when I thought this whole life vs. death struggle couldn't get any more confusing," Kimberly said. "Bludworth should hopefully be able to explain all this to us."
"Hopefully," Clear said.
"Hey guys! You need to check out the T.V.!" Kevin called out from the living room.
"What is it?" Julie asked.
"This," Lori pointed out turning up the T.V.
"And there is still no explanation for this tragic event. Somehow the pilots lost control of the plane and crashed it into the side of the airport. No survivors have been found. All passengers are feared to be dead. Adding to this chaotic turn of events an ambulance was crushed under the rubble of this wrecked side of the airport upon arriving on the scene."
"Death; that son of a bitch is trying to flush us out," Wendy said clenching her fists. She slammed her fist on the remote changing the channel to another news station.
There are no reported survivors from the shocking derailment of a train from earlier today.
Wendy changed the channel again.
A gas station mysteriously exploded.
Wendy shut off the T.V and chucked the remote control away from her.
"In light of these events I guess we should head out now," Julie said.
"We'll be playing right into Death's hands," Kimberly protested. "He'll be waiting for us to make any sort of move."
"And if we don't go more innocent people are going to get wrongfully killed because of us," Wendy countered. Kimberly realized she wasn't going to be winning this argument and nodded her head.
"Alright then. We'll leave as soon as you're ready."
Kevin and Clear cocked their shotguns. "We're ready," they said simultaneously.
"Ok," Kimberly said. "Be ready for anything. Once we leave this house Death will know where we are and won't hesitate to finish what he started." Kimberly closed her eyes and concentrated on her destination. Everything spun around for her and the others watched the house fade away from view and the next thing they all knew they were in front of a Church.
"Bludworth's in there," she pointed while rubbing her head slightly.
"You don't look so good," Clear said.
"It's the teleporting thing. I've never done so many people at once. I'll be fine. It's not like I can die again from this you know," Kimberly half-joked eliciting small smiles from the group. Those smiles quickly faded when they all felt a recognizable wind pick up.
"It's Death. Get inside quickly! I'll hold him off!" Kimberly ordered.
"By yourself? No way!" Burke said.
"This isn't the time to argue Thomas. I can't risk you getting dragged back to Hell with me."
"We've been fighting together since the beginning Kimberly and if we have to go down we can at least go down together," He said running his hand through her hair. Kimberly reached up and took his hand smiling.
"Stubborn to the end. I guess that's one of the things I liked about you," Kimberly said before turning to the others. "Ok we'll hold Death back. You guys just find out whatever the hell Bludworth has to tell you." She said then turned her back to them. The team ran inside the Church and saw Bludworth standing before the Altar.
"Glad to see you've made it," he said to them as they walked over to him. "Where are Kimberly and Thomas?" The sound of several gun shots were heard from outside. "That foolish girl," he said walking to the bottom step of the Altar and facing each one of them.
"Clear Rivers; the lonely orphan girl. Every time something good enters your life Death always snatches it away from you." Clear narrowed her eyes at Bludworth's comment; he smiled and continued. "Alex Browning; crippling fear of Airplanes. You always said when you were a small boy that planes were going to be the death of you and all your friends. How ironic wouldn't you say?" More gun shots could be heard outside.
"Hang on you two," Wendy thought.
"Nick O'Bannon. You've always been one to live life to the fullest thinking that your next day on Earth could be the last. Janet Cunnigham. The very definition of a worrier that would never take risks she deemed extreme such as going to a race track where you nearly died. ANd yet a nice day at the movies quickly almost became your death day. Lori Milligan. Perhaps one of the few people that wasn't a visionary to ever pay attention to the signs that Death is approaching in a while."
"Then there's you Julie Christensen. You've always held onto that bracelet of yours believing that it could keep you safe from Death's door. You could say that it has in a way. Wouldn't you agree Wendy?" he said turning to her. "Wendy, Wendy, Wendy. The control freak; you spent your whole life believing that you controlled you own life and your own death. How does it feel to not have any control over either of those now?"
"Are you going to give us some fucking straight answers Bludworth or are you going to go on about how our lives have been connected to Death?" Clear spit out getting impatient.
"Haven't changed a bit have you Clear?" Bludworth chuckled. "Very well Clear. I'll explain if you wish."
Bludworth began to speak again, but Wendy was off in her own world. She felt cold and could see her breath come out of her mouth. She could hear the sound of something snapping and gazed upward to see the giant Crucifix hanging over Bludworth's head falling down!
"Watch out!" She screamed. Bludworth looked up and tried to move out of the way, but froze in place. Wendy tried to move him out of the way, but felt herself freeze as well. The Crucifix smashed on top of Bludworth killing him instantly and the doors to the Church flung open; Death stepped inside with a smile on his face, which quickly changed to a pained expression.
"Oh. So close," he said placing a hand on his human body's pounding forehead.
"What's happening? I can't move," Wendy said.
"You aren't the only one with telekinesis," he said. "And now the time has come to end this," he said. A shot rang out and Death disappeared from the spot freeing Wendy and the others.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't hold him back," Kimberly said slumping against one of the pews.
"What happened to Burke?' Janet asked her.
"Death got him. He had me at his mercy, but wanted to take care of Bludworth first," Kimberly said; a hint of sadness in her tone at the loss of Burke. "And from the look of things he succeeded before he could tell you what you needed to know."
"What the heck are we supposed to do now?" Julie asked.
"All hope isn't lost yet," Kimberly said.
"What do you mean?" Alex asked.
"Bludworth assumed the worst might happen before he could help you guys and as such he had a backup plan."
"What kind of backup plan?" Wendy asked.
"I have to warn you; it will be extremely dangerous."
"Just tell us," Janet said.
"He showed me a symbol that will teleport us all to Hell."
"Did you just say what I thought you just said?" Clear asked starring daggers at Kimberly.
"Yes. That's the only way we're going to be able to talk to him now."
"I told you before I am not going back to Hell. And let's not forget that we're going to be searching a whole other plane of existence," Clear said.
"It's either this or we go back to Hell anyway. Do you really think you can avoid Death for the rest of your afterlife?" Kimberly asked.
"I can't go back there!"
"Coward!" Wendy suddenly yelled.
"What did you just call me?"
"You heard me Clear. You can be a coward about all this, but I'm going."
"So am I," Kevin said standing by her side.
"Me too," Julie said.
"Count me in," Nick said.
"We're screwed either way, but I'm going to at least go out knowing that I tried to fight for my life. I'm in," Janet said.
"I'm with you guys." Lori said.
"So what's it gonna be Clear and Alex?" Wendy asked.
"Fine; you guys won't last a second in Hell on your own anyway," Clear said crossing her arms. "And nobody calls me a coward," she added.
"If you're going in then so am I," Alex said.
"Then it's settled," Kimberly said standing up and walking to the Altar; pulling out a knife as she did. "In order for this to work, however, the symbol has to be drawn in blood. Fresh blood."
"Use mine," Wendy said quickly and held out her hand. Kimberly took it and dragged the knife against Wendy's flesh; Wendy winced slightly as she did. Kimberly placed two fingers in Wendy's blood and drew the symbol on the Altar.
"Hold out your hands," she said and they obeyed. A red light emitted from the symbol and it began to grow. Wendy looked up and saw Death teleport himself back into the Church. Their eyes locked and Wendy said, "I'll see you in Hell."
"I'll be waiting," he replied and then they all vanished from the Church.
A/N: I'll try to make sure that the next update doesn't take as long as this one did readers. Hope you liked this chapter and were ok with the whole teleporting to Hell part.