A/N: Hey Guys 'n' Gals. I am really excited to get Final Destination – Revelations up and going. My plans indicate that this will be a unique and hopefully dramatic story.
Thanks to LocalTalent53, Michelle Maria Salvatore, Cenobia100 and A Mosaic Masterpiece for your preliminary reviews!
Lastly, I have had to make a change to location for various reasons. What was once England will now be Baltimore (The state in America obviously). I did this because I've changed the accident to something else. I've changed the tickets to England to various things that your characters would have.
With that, let us finally start the journey that is Final Destination – Revelations!
Central Park was quiet, with the faint sound of birdsong in the branches. The grass rustled in tune with the trees, leaves occasionally spinning to the floor, whistling as they fell. Facing out over the lake, Dorothy Louella could only imagine how the lake would look if the breezy wind and sun on her face were any indication. Combining the seemingly rural park with the sounds of civilization beyond the breach of trees, Dorothy just couldn't help but sigh. "It's a beautiful morning."
David Trayce squeezed back. "Agreed. It's not often you find such a peaceful place here."
"Anywhere can be peaceful. It just depends on what you define as peaceful." Dorothy replied, coming to a stop as she heard the panting of a dog. Bending down, the dog jumped into Dorothy's hands, licking her face. Laughing, Dorothy scratched behind the dog's ears.
"Good morning." Dorothy greeted the dog-walker.
"Come on, Max. Come on." A voice grunted, ignoring Dorothy and pulling the dog away. Dorothy sighed, before getting to her feet.
"I may have just lost my good mood. Let us go back."
"Of course." David squeezed the affirmative and turned around. "By the way, did you accept that offer?"
"Which one?"
"That piano teacher, the one in Baltimore."
"Oh, the one who offered for me to teach his son? I think I will accept. It will be a new experience for me. I have never been out of New York, after all."
"How are you going to pay for the travel? I know you don't get much from being a music teacher. Planes are expensive, I can-"
Dorothy smiled. "Do not worry. For one, it is actually a coach trip to Baltimore, not a plane, and the client is paying for us, trip and all. We will be staying in a hotel payed by him as well."
"Both of us?" David sounded surprised. "For me as well?"
"Of course. You are my guide-man."
"What's that, one step above a guide-dog?" David laughed. "Woof-woof." David leaned down and licked Dorothy's cheek.
"Oh, stop you," Dorothy playfully slapped David away. "So, what is this I hear about you and Rose going to dinner today?"
"Oh, I..."
"Your cheeks are growing hot," Dorothy murmured, placing her hand against David's cheek. "Is she the girl you want?"
"Sometimes you're just like my mother."
"I do care for you."
David chuckled. "I guess. Yeah, I think she's the girl for me, you know? She has an average look, but you certainly know I don't worry too much about looks. She tells great jokes, and is generally just a great conversationalist."
"What does she look like?" Dorothy asked casually, climbing up some steps which lead out of the park.
"Look like? I-"
"Do not worry about me, David." Dorothy said quietly. "I like to see who I might be talking to in a later date in my mind."
"Of course. She has the smoothest skin I've ever seen, and slightly messy black hair. A bit on the chubby side, but I like a bit of meat on girl's bones." David's voice was filled with adoration. "And the second-most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."
"Second?" Dorothy asked, puzzled.
"Well, your eyes are much better than hers." David let out another short laugh.
"You do know how to compliment a lady. I am sure Rose will be perfect for you." Dorothy covered her mouth as she laughed. "Although I am sure you prefer colour in someone's eyes."
"Grey is a colour." David shrugged, slightly hitting Dorothy's shoulder. He leant down, and by the faint breath on her face Dorothy could tell he was in front of her, looking into her eyes. "In fact, I'd say they have a slight blue to them."
"Are you sure that your eyes are not reflecting into mine?"
"Other than the fact my eyes are green-"
"Oh," Dorothy frowned, looking down. "Sorry, I-"
"Ssh, don't worry. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever told you my eye colour. Nah, they're green."
"Dark or light?" Dorothy asked as she came to a stop besides the traffic lights, pressing the button for the crossing.
"Dark."
"Dark as in moss or dark like an emerald?"
"Uh... moss, maybe? I can't say I've looked too deeply into my own eyes."
"You should. They say the eyes are the gateway into the soul." Hearing the faint ping of the colours of the traffic lights changing, Dorothy crossed the road.
David was silent, thinking. Dorothy smiled to herself as she counted the steps until turning to the right and going through the door. She loved living near Central Park, since she could go out and walk anytime with ease. The carpet rustled under her feet as she raised a hand to the receptionist. "Hi Izzy."
"Hey there Dorothy." Came the young, almost 19 year old voice. "How was the walk?"
"I think today was a great morning."
"That's good. By the way, you got a message from one 'Marcus Kite.' He says that he's ordered your tickets for the trip to Baltimore. Apparently the coach is leaving two in the afternoon on Tuesday."
"So that gives us three days to get ready. That's more than enough time then." David commented.
"Thanks, Izzy. Oh, can you leave a message for Hillary that I can give little Tommy one more lesson."
"Yep. Tommy will be out of school in a few hours besides."
"Thank you." Dorothy nodded towards Izzy before climbing up the stairs. After six flights of stairs, David groaned.
"I forget, why don't you take the elevator? I mean, you are on the top floor, and you're less likely to trip over something."
"Elevators are death traps. If I want to lose my head, I would just go to the executioners." Dorothy patted David on the back. "Only another five to go."
Once the aforementioned five flights had passed, Dorothy took the steps she had taken so many times in her life and opened the familiar door, putting her coat on the stand to the right of the doorway and making her way to the kettle. "Do you want some coffee, or perhaps some tea?"
"I don't suppose you got any orange juice or apple juice or something." David asked, placing his own coat on the stand. "Caffeine completely screws up my system."
"I got orange juice, but it has the 'bits' in it. Do you mind?"
"That's fine. I don't like the pure stuff anyway." David turned to see a grand piano in the corner of the room, gleaming and looking as good as new. "You've got that piano then. How did you manage to get that up here?"
"A lot of complications." Dorothy said, coming in and handing a glass of orange juice to David. "Thankfully Harry from down a floor is a lorry driver, and he helped bring it up in pieces and helped me put it together."
"Oh, Harry the Ape." David took a sip of the juice.
"Do not call him that." Dorothy slapped David's arm lightly.
"I'm sorry." David shrugged with a sheepish grin. "When a man's arm practically reaches his knees-" David trailed off, placing the glass on the table. It suddenly cracked and shattered in his hand, glass and orange juice bursting over the table, the floor and his hand. "Oh Christ on a-"
"Do not worry," Dorothy smiled as she got up. "I have hundreds of the glasses."
"I wasn't even holding it that hard." David muttered as Dorothy fetched something to dry the orange juice up. He bent down, sweeping the glass into his hand carefully. Even so, a small sliver cut into his thumb. "Gah, bastard!"
"Are you okay?" Dorothy called worriedly.
"Fine. A little cut. I think your glass wants to kill me." David chuckled, getting the last of the glass and depositing it into a recycling bin next to the door. David turned around to see Dorothy kneeling down. "No, no, let me. I made the mess after all."
Dorothy nodded her thanks, allowing David to take the rough tea towel from her hands. The sound of tires squealing drew her attention over the window.
"What's up?" David asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I was just reacting to those tires, do not worry. I tend to do that a lot with sudden noises."
"Tires?" David questioned.
"Did you not hear it?"
"I must've not been paying attention." David replied when there was a vibration in his pocket. David pulled out his phone to see a text message from Rose. Reading it, he clicking his tongue happily.
"Is that Rose?" Dorothy said lightly.
"Funnily enough, it is. She's asking me to go to lunch with her at twelve." David realised what he was saying. "Oh, I, sorry I can't sta-"
"It is fine. It is much better for you to get some romance in your life." Dorothy laughed lightly again, pushing David towards the door. "Come back after and tell me all about it."
"I will!" David said eagerly, grabbing his coat and closing the door behind him.
Smiling to herself, Dorothy stepped over to the curtains and opened them. She frowned as she heard a faint 'pitter-patter'. "Oh, rain..." Dorothy murmured. "I hope it will not be going on for long, David's date will be ruined."