Guys, Writers Block seriously is a bitch. I fear my apologies are losing their meaning as more and more roadblocks come and go (losing internet, writers block, computer crashing etc etc,) but it's all I can do to keep saying sorry. Of course, I can give you great chapters as well. (Or try to)

News on Egyptian Heritage: I realise it's been over a month, but that's because I had to change a bunch of plans. It turns out some of the things that happened were similar (or in one case) the same as things that happened in 'The Apocalypse'. I didn't realise but now I've changed it, and the first chapter should be out soon. I really hope it is.

Final Notice:

I've always been interested on which of my Final Destination stories you guys liked the most, so I'll be a putting up a poll for all the Final Destination stories I've written (not including this one and the one-shots). It's just a little thing I'm interested in and would be glad to see what you like.

Chapter 16 – Attack in the Motel

"I'm afraid the survival rate is slim, Mrs. Matthews."

"It's better than leaving it alone, though?"

"Yes. Your daughter will have a chance with this operation."

"I see. She can give you her bank details, and the operation funds will come from there. We... we were talking about it before you came."

"All right. Do you want to watch through the observation window?"

"I... no... no, I can't..."

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"Can't... won't... stay... stay!" Becca suddenly woke up, sweat running down her cheeks. For a moment she panicked, seeing the oh-so familiar bright lights before slowly realising it was the sun. Squinting, Becca looked around to see that she was sitting on a wooden bench overlooking the semi-dirty river dividing Willingboro from Delran. Small splashes of water were seen as fish swam to the surface only to duck down again in a playful manner. She could see a small mass of land barely 100 metres as the river widened, and the faint blue lights of the police blocking the bridge ahead.

"You're awake."

Becca jumped, turning her head to the side to see Riley sitting at the far end of the bench, a motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm. Riley smiled sadly, his eyes looking over the water.

"I'm glad." Riley stood up, walking forward over the bushy grass, until he was standing on the edge of the bank where the mud slid down into the running water. "I've never seen a phenomenon like this before. It doesn't make sense..." Riley slowly pushed his helmet forward with one hand until it was over the water. Suddenly it was snatched from his grasp, whistling through the air like a cannonball. "The wind is strong but only around the town." Riley shook his head and moved back towards the bench. "I never got to ask your name."

"B...Becca..." Becca blinked, trying to clear the fog in her mind.

Riley looked over the small girl, who was wearing his own leather jacket, although he wasn't too sure if Becca noticed it. She looked in her own world. "Understandable..." Riley muttered. Sighing, he knew what he had to say. "Becca... do you remember what has happened in the last two hours?"

"I..." Becca closed her eyes, trying to break through the gray fog. "I..." The fog splitting, Becca saw the deadly hook, and then the memories came rushing back. The prickling pain hit her cheeks as she stared out across the river, her eyes wide. "Dylan..."

Riley watched closely, but Becca merely stared across the river. After a few minutes, she turned her head to Riley. "Dylan... he... where is he...?"

Realising she was asking about his body, rather than if he was alive, Riley sighed once more. "Well, it took some persuading, but I managed to get the church to use one of the free lots in the graveyard. You were there... remember?"
Becca slowly nodded. "It was me... and you were there... He didn't even get a service..."

"He didn't have a home, did he?" Riley asked as carefully as he could, but Becca's head snapped towards him, eyes filled with anger.

"He had a home!" Becca hissed. "He had a home with all of us."

"Of course, I'm sorry." Riley said slowly, putting a hand to his chest.

Becca calmed down as fast as she had grown angry. "He... was buried in the corner, underneath the vines in a wooden coffin. Why did it take such a short time... don't... don't these things last longer?"

"I heard that the mortician can't make it into the city, and... since his cause of death was apparent, he was written off."

"...'written off'..." Becca repeated. "Just written off..." Biting her lip, Becca looked to the grass underneath the bench and pulled a rose that was just surviving underneath the wood. "...at least he finally has a place to be warm and have cover..." Becca cupped the rose in her hands as if it were delicate glass that could smash at the lightest touch. "... He would have liked it... He didn't leave me at all... I can feel him now..." A solemn smile touched on Becca's lips, before she blew lightly on the rose. It rotated through the air until it hit the current over the river, where it was suddenly ripped into pieces, rose petals whizzing across the unnatural wind.

"You... don't have anywhere to stay... do you?" Riley asked carefully, hoping Becca wouldn't flare up. Instead, she silently shook her head. "I have a room at a motel. I can buy you a room for you to live in."

"I don't want to be alone." Becca shook her head, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. "I can't be alone again..."

Riley scratched his chin. "How about you... come to my room, then? I can sleep on the couch." The silence that followed caused Riley to grow wary. Had he said the wrong thing?

Becca's lips curved up into a small smile, free of grief. "I-I'd like that..."

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"Urgh..." A groan slipping from his lips, Jason's eyes fluttered open. In the dull lighting, he tried to make out his surroundings. Feeling something binding his wrists, and the taste of blood on his lips, Jason's mind suddenly went into overload. It was what you saw in the movies and read in the books! Tied up, bleeding in a dark room... kidnapped! Trying to pull his arms from behind resulted in his bindings just getting tighter. Why was this happening? A nightmare? No, too real... Breathing hard, Jason was about to shout out for help when the lights suddenly burst on.

As the dots dissipated in his eyes, Jason made out a desk, a lamp, some beds, a table... it was the motel room. But why was he tied up? Before Jason could think any further, a sharp sting hit his cheek as the palm of a hand whipped his head to the side.

"You done?"

Smarting, Jason made out a shadowy figure standing in front of him. As he finally focused completely, Jason noticed it was David, looking worse for wear. A red stain was covering his left sleeve, and five thin red scratches was curved down his right cheek to his neck.

"What... what happened?" Jason asked, trying to figure out the situation. He flinched as David approached, but at the feeling of his arms being released, let out a laugh of nervousness and relief.

David crossed his arms and stared down at Jason. "So, then, do you remember a thing?"

"What... I..."

David crouched down, his eyes peering holes into Jason's own. "I said... do you remember anything that has happened?"

"I... no... last I remember was talking with Dorothy... where is she?" Jason peered around the room in an attempt to see if she was hiding somewhere. "And Jennifer?"

"Shopping." David merely replied, massaging his neck. "You really ought to warn people when you go into a fit."

"Fit?" Jason pulled himself to the bed and sat down, noting that the room looked as if something bad had gone down. A mirror was broken across the room, smashed as if something had gone head-first into it. The lamp was broken, a slice of glace covered in red. Jason's eyes looked to the walls, where he stiffened. Hundreds of scratches covered the walls, from nails judging by the lines of five. Random scribbles were underneath the scratches... not scribbles, pictures, Jason corrected.

Various pictures, repeating across the walls drawn in some kind of pen, showed a chain, a hook, oddly a pair of shoes, a crown, a pair of dice, a set of large eyes, and a wheel attached to the front of a motorbike. These pictures repeated in various sizes and rotations.

Dread creeping up on him, Jason noticed the pangs in his hands, and looked to see his nails were splintered, dried blood covering the tips. The little finger on his right hand was completely missing its nail. Then a pulse of pain hit his forehead. Touching it lightly, Jason noticed the graze. Looking at the mirror, his realised that it was his head breaking the mirror.

"What... what the hell happened...?" Jason asked slowly, his eyes flitting between the scenery.

"Put it like this. During your 'opinion', you went only a teensy-bit crazy. You started rifling through the drawers and started to draw pictures, of which you see there. Jennifer realised what was happening and had the idea to buy a camera to catch you in the act 'to show you what you were doing' she says. I was told to watch over you. Then you started screaming and scratching the walls. I grabbed your shoulder where you gave me this lovely thing –" David paused to point at the scratches on his cheek. "You started to go ape, attempting to attack me. Managed to get me with the lamp to the arm. A fight later – and your head in the mirror to knock you out – I tied you up to protect both me and you." David shrugged and walked to the tap to get a drink of water. "That's about the short of it."

"I... did that...?" Jason looked at his hands, remembering terrible scenarios in his past that he had thought he had overcome. But he wasn't drinking this time... "What... why... I knew I drew pictures but... what's happening?"

"Hell if I know." David rolled his sleeve up to show an ugly cut and poured the rest of the water over it, letting watered down blood slide down his arm. "Now we wait for Dorothy and Jennifer. I really want the whole story here, preferably with less 'going-crazy' and more 'answers'."

Thanks to Michelle Maria Salvatore for the review!

Other characters will be expanded on next chapter and onwards. Riley, Dylan and Becca were the second main combination of the plot while Chloe and Jeremy were the first. Obviously, at the moment, David, Dorothy, Jason and Jennifer are going to be an ongoing plot, along with the Brothers.

Finally, I think at the end of the chapter, I will put up 'death's list' which has been confirmed in the story as of yet.

Please read and review! Without those all important messages I can't improve! Thanks!

Death's List

Chloe Marvin – Survived

Becca Matthews – Almost hit by the tow truck, but saved by Riley

Sneakers – Killed by a tow truck hook to the back.

Riley Garcia – Would have been decapitated by the tow truck chain, but saved by Becca

Clues in this chapter