The Final Destination: Heaven or Hell
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 9: Death; A Lot Worse Than Cavities
Meanwhile, as Kimberly went off to try to take matters into her own hands if she wanted to save the others, the youngest of the survivors was currently at the dentist's office, waiting for his appointment.
"Early warning, if he gives me the gas and tries to pants me, we're not paying." Tim joked to his mom.
"Tim!" his mother, Nora, responded, trying to stifle a laugh from the statement, as Tim was led back for his checkup. Unknownst to the rest of the patrons in the building, the water pump for the indoor aquarium ruptured and was beginning to leak water at a trickling pace, gradually speeding up with each pint of water draining.
"Tim, I almost thought we wouldn't be seeing you over here; with that pileup and all." the dentist stated as Tim sat down into the patient's chair, ready for whatever would happen next. Neither of them were expecting for a nearby pigeon to fly into the window, fracturing the glass with its impact.
"Goddamn pigeons," he muttered in frustration. "How am I supposed to focus with that happening all the time? Oh well. Let's get started, shall we?" Grabbing his tools, he then proceeded to check Tim's teeth for any signs of oral damage. "Some of these teeth look rotten," the dentist observed. "Is your mom aware that you've been smoking recently?" Tim nodded in response, strapped in and his mouth held open in place by the clamps. At this time, another pidgeon flew up to the window, crashing into it and splintering the glass further.
Meanwhile, in the waiting room, as one of the assistants was answering a phone call, the pump continued to leak out water exponentially, causing an electrical outlet to start fizzling with sparks crackling out. It went unnoticed by everyone else because the rattling sound of nearby construction work drowned out all other audible noises.
"Do you mind if I just put you under?" the dentist asked, readying a container of Novocain for Tim. He started his work, setting the meter that it maintained a balance of oxygen and the anesthetic, when the pigeon outside shattered through the window. "Hold on, Tim. There's just a matter that needs to be taken care of. It won't be long." the dentist stated as he left the room to help wrangle the unruly bird in the other room.
"Are you being serious about this?" Officer Burke said in concern, as he and Kimberly were driving out to locate Tim before he would be killed. "I'm not entirely certain my fellow officers would approve of aiding a conspiracy freak over supposed deaths."
"I'm just telling you what I saw!" Kimberly assured. "One of those survivors, a boy named Tim, is going to be killed by pigeons over by the orthodontist office on the other side of town."
"I'll take your word for it," Burke replied. "I just thought I'd put that out there."
In a matter of moments after Tim was left alone, one of the plastic fish from the hanging mobile spinning above him dropped into his mouth, landing between his wind pipe. To add to the peril, the anesthetic container malfunctioned, cutting off the supply of oxygen. It didn't take long for the paralyzed teenager to begin choking on the plastic figure, his consciousness slowly starting to give way into death. The hazy, human-like form of Alex Browning was standing next to the immobile teen, stroking his hair seductively.
"It's nothing personal, kid." Alex said with a malicious, but somehow assuring tone. "I'm just cleaning up loose ends... for Clear." Tim could only reply with a weak gurgle of desperation, unable to do anything to remedy the situation he was in. Perhaps we was fortunate that one of the dental assistants came right away to remove the obstruction out from Tim's throat.
After leaving the office, Nora tried to ask her son what happened, when Kimberly and Officer Burke arrived.
"Nora! You and your son are in danger; it's those pigeons!" Kimberly shouted. Tim then rushed over towards a gathering of the birds, playfully shooing them away when one of the construction workers who was replacing the broken windowpane was nudged by another worker. As a result, the crane he was operating started to plummet into the ground above Tim. "NO!" she screamed, watching as Nora was restrained by the workmen; helpless to watch as the young boy was brutally flattened like a pancake by the glass slamming into his body.
"No! Timmy, why?! You were my only son!" Nora cried, as she stared at the same spot her child once stood; her sobs turning into depressed howls of sorrow.
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.