The Final Destination: Heaven or Hell
I'm baaaaaaaack! Here's a new update, where our reluctant hero Kimberly meets up with a survivor against Death, Clear Rivers herself. I hope all of you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Destination, or any of the characters featured in this story. They belong to New Line Cinema and the film's writers.
Chapter 8: Clear, Meet Kimberly
As Kimberly woke up, she saw in the newspaper that Evan Lewis had died, remembering his name from over at the police station. Starting to suspect somerging, she decided to go seek out someone who would have an idea of what was going on. She heard in the news that a young woman named Clear Rivers was currently residing in the local insane asylum, and she was one of the survivors of Flight 180 that is still alive. After messaging her father to let him know she'd be going out, she then set out to find her.
"Are you sure about wanting to do this, miss? This place holds a lot of whackjobs."
"The person here's who I'm looking for. I'm sure of it." Kimberly assured.
"Alright, just making sure." The warden then led Kimberly over to Clear's cell, as she heard into the disturbed rantings and screams of the asylum's other hospitalized patients. Finally, they stopped at the door to the room they were looking for. "Just to be safe, make sure you don't have any sharp or fatal items on you. She's particularly cautious."
Kimberly then entered through the door, and found that the walls of the cell were covered in newspaper clippings, of the victims that died from Death's Design. "Clear Rivers?"
"...What the hell do you want? To bruise a girl's pride and psyche while she's down?" Clear responded maliciously.
"No. I just want to talk about what happened with you about Flight 180." Kimberly answered.
"What else is there to tell? It won't even help anyways. Everything in my life has gone to shit; and you may not know it, but my friend Alex is Death itself now. Do you really want to save yourself? Just accept that there's no way to save anyone else, and you're starting off good."
Kimberly, distraught with Clear's views on the matter, shot back "I didn't think I'd realize this, but I truly pity you. You may have given up, but that doesn't mean I have to."
Kimberly then stormed out the door, not even daring to look back as Clear tauntingly waved goodbye, only stopping when she was on the security camera's view, flipping her middle finger out at the sole survivor of the plane crash, leaving her alone to collect her thoughts.
There goes another chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it, and remember to keep reviewing. I'm sorry for how short it is though; I just hope it's sufficient enough to respark the interest of the story's followers.