A/N:- Thanks to Michelle Maria Salvatore for the review!
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Finally, news about this story. It is going to be split into FOUR ACTS. Entitled thus: Act 1 – Death's List, Act 2 – Tragedy in Darkness, Act 3 – The Revelation of Death, and Act 4 – The Final Destination. I also know exactly who dies when and where, and who the sole survivor is. Yup, that's right, only one person survives my final Final Destination story. I wonder who you guys think it is.
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David wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "I'd say that about does it." He said, turning to Jason who had just finished picking all the shards of the mirror from the floor.
"Yeah." Jason replied, his mouth slightly turned down.
"You really shouldn't feel that crappy." David said, seeing Jason's depressed expression. "If anything, it's a blessing to see what you see. You have the chance to save people who otherwise would die. Do you realise how many people would want that power?"
"It's not a power, David. It's not like... X-ray vision, or super speed." Jason waved David away. "If anything it's a damn curse. Sure, I have a chance to prevent people's deaths, but I also have the means to cause them." Jason motioned around the motel room. "Take this for example? What would have happened if it wasn't you, if it was Dorothy or Jennifer? They wouldn't be able to defend themselves like you were. I could have killed them!"
"Way to be a pessimist." David sighed. "Curse or blessing, either way, it's something you have which others don't. The way I see it, you need to learn to use it, whatever the hell it is. Just like Dorothy ought to learn how to use hers."
"Use it? I would much rather forget about it."
"And sacrifice many lives?" David questioned, an eyebrow raised.
"It's not like I want people to die." Jason protested. "Just... what if what we're doing is... ruining what's meant to happen? What if we were all meant to die? Dorothy and I might be doing things that shouldn't happen. We're interrupted the flow of fate..."
"Fate?" David laughed. "Seriously? Fate is what we end up as. There isn't any 'flow' of fate. You oughta get your mind out of the sci-fi gutter. If a life can be continued, that's a good thing in my book."
Jason merely replied with a sigh. "Well, things are looking much more 'sci-fi' than usual. I mean, we're surrounded by a goddamn shield of wind, people are dying in the order than they died before," Jason nostrils flared suddenly. "Do you think this is a coincidence David?"
"Stop getting so angry." David said, picking up the last broken shard of a lamp. "You'll burst a blood vessel."
Jason opened his mouth to reply when the door opened.
"Is everything alright?" Jennifer called out.
"Yeah, perf-" David turned but cut himself off. Jennifer was supporting Dorothy, who had a plaster on her forehead. "Dorothy?" David quickly went forward, pulling Dorothy from Jennifer. "What happened?" David snapped his head towards Jennifer. "What the hell did you do?"
"She did not do anything, David." Dorothy said lightly, carefully pulling David's hands from her arm. "I had a fall, that is all."
Nevertheless, David still looked suspiciously at Jennifer. "How did you fall?"
"I had another one of those... thought visions." Dorothy sighed, leaning against the wall. "Evidently, someone else has died, or narrowly avoided death. On the bus we were on, two people were hiding in the luggage area underneath. Both of them drowned stuck inside the bus."
Taking a deep breath, David finally calmed down. He placed a finger next to the plaster on her forehead. "So you just tripped having the vision?"
"Yes." Dorothy smiled. "There was nothing else."
"Did you have a violent outburst?" Jason suddenly asked. "Did you break anything?"
"No..." Dorothy looked confused, turning to Jason. "Why would that have happened?"
"Our little visionary had a tiny little fit." David chuckled.
"A fit?" It was Jennifer's turn to look suspicious, glaring at Jason. "Did you-"
"No, Jennifer. I haven't drunk anything. It was a result of that vision. While you were out getting a camera, I got a bit too violent for my own good."
"Oh." Jennifer turned to David. "I guess that explains those inj-"
"Injuries that Jason has? Yeah, that explains it." David narrowed his eyes at Jennifer, evidently telling her not to say anything about his own injuries to Dorothy.
"I left some of the drawings up around the corner." Jason led Dorothy and Jennifer to the corner and switched on the light, illuminating a section of the drawings. "I don't suppose you can relate any of these pictures to that vision you had?"
"Hmm..." Jennifer put a hand on her cheek, thinking.
"What are they?" Dorothy asked.
"A chain, a hook, a pair of shoes, a crown, a pair of die, a set of large eyes, and a wheel from a motorbike." David explained.
"Well, the man who I was seeing his mind was named Sneakers. That may explain the shoes. I cannot think of how those other items are related. They must be in some way, though."
"I feel like some of them are out of place." Jason said. "The chain, hook and motorbike wheel seem connected. Like, they are all parts of a machine, or machine related. Especially since that hook is commonly seen on tow trucks or the likes. The dice, eyes and crown seem different."
"Oh, is it a female type crown?" Dorothy suddenly asked.
"I guess." Jason answered. "Why?"
"Sneakers called the girl 'Princess'. Maybe the crown is relating to that nickname?"
"It could do..." Jason pursed his lips. "Well, I think we ought to look out for those eyes and some sort of hint towards the die. I don't know if they are related to the accident or not, but I think we should look out nevertheless."
"But why would they hint towards another death? Last time everything related to that Chloe's accident." Jennifer asked.
"Well, you said they drowned together, didn't you Dorothy?"
"Yes."
"Then those dice and eyes may be indicating the girl's death. It just seems that there are too many images for one person"
"So look out for dice and eyes?" David sighed and rolled his eyes. "That sounds like it's gonna be easy..."
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Tyrone sneezed, before wiping his nose. "I hate colds." He sniffled, looking around his motel room for the groundskeeper, Jake.
"They might sell some medicine down at the store." Jake said before turning back to his notebook. He was crossing out various appointments he wouldn't be able to make because of the storm. He had brought the room for both him and Tyrone, since Tyrone didn't have much money on him.
"I ought to go get some then." Tyrone said, but stayed put. "I hope that couple has seen the news. They'll wait, hopefully."
"Of course they will." Jake glanced down at the young orphan. "None of this is your fault, so what do they expect?"
"True." Tyrone smiled when a ringtone sounded. Jake reached into his pocket in surprise.
"Someone managed to get signal?" Jake nevertheless pulled the mobile out and answered. "Oh, hello Eve. Is Tyrone with me? Of course. This storm isn't letting up any time soon, according to the local news and radio stations. You got news from that couple?" Jakes worn face slowly lowered in sadness. "Oh. I'll tell him. Yeah, we'll come right back when the storm is over." Jake clicked the phone down and turned towards Tyrone. Tyrone looked nervous.
"What is it?"
"That family, the newly-wed couple. It seems..." Jake took a breath. "They've found another child to adopt. They apologise but you are not chosen."
"Oh..." Tyrone blinked, a heavy weight appearing in his chest. "I see." Tyrone gulped, turning away. "I understand."
Jake looked sadly to the orphan, before grabbing his coat from the coat rack. "My appointment to pick up the van is soon, so I need to go. That rain just gets in the engine." Jake shook his head before grasping the door handle. He turned back to Tyrone. "I'm sorry Tyrone."
"It's fine." Tyrone said, still turned away, but Jake could hear the pain in his voice. He sighed again before opening the door and leaving.
Tyrone let out a choked sound as soon as Jake had left and walked over to the sink, leaning over it. His ashy blonde hair hung over his eyes as he leaned over the sink. "Smile, Tyrone." He said, his voice low. "Just gotta smile. They'll be others." Another choke left Tyrone's lips and tears leaked down his cheeks, dripping into the basin. "Damnit... smile..." Tyrone grit his teeth, trying to stop the tears, but instead he clenched his fist tightly on the side of the basin. "...why...?" Tyrone uttered, his hand turning red. "Always me..." Tyrone let out another choke and he couldn't hold it in anymore. He started to cry, tears staining his cheeks and chokes echoing around the motel room.