The Final Destination: Heaven or Hell
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Destination, or any of the characters featured in this story, save for my OCs. They belong to New Line Cinema and the film's writers.
Chapter 10: A Unlucky Stroke of Chance
If you saw Nora in the minutes following her son's death, you could've sworn she looked like she was in a catatonic state of misery. The police officers' attempts to console her were futile, as all she did was stand by her son's body as it was wheeled into the morgue by the medical crew at the scene; her choking murmurs of sorrow left a faint echo throughout the square area.
"Nora, you can't be too hard on yourself about this." Kimberly whispered, attempting to persuade Nora to realize the broader scope of what all was at stake for the group. "Since the accident, something like this was bound to happen sooner or later."
Finally, Nora spoke up.
"I- I know, but I never expected it to be so soon..." she answered, her voice wavering in and out.
"Let's just get out of here. We'll discuss things back at your apartment."
Meanwhile, back at Nora's house, Kimberly, Burke, Eugene and the others met up to talk with each other in hopes they might think of a way to be able to survive against Death's traps (which they were all but certain would become more deadly and elaborate).
"D-does anyone have any Valium on hand?" Nora stammered, as one hand shakingly grasped a glass of water.
"Here," Rory said, as he handed the pill to Nora. "You might want to take half of it though." Ignoring him, Nora swallowed the pill whole with a swig of water. "...Or you can just completely ignore me, fucking bitch." Rory muttered.
In a moment, a passing wind blew throughout the apartment, startling the group.
"I'm next now, aren't I?" she questioned.
"Nobody's next," Kimberly assured. "This is complete bullshit. Death stalking us, and now all these premonitions?"
"I'm not ready to die!" a young woman named Kat cried. "My career's at its peak, and I just met the cutest guy-"
"I just might beat Death to getting you if you don't shut up." Rory groaned in an irritated manner.
"Screw you, asshole." Kat snapped back, her hands curling into fists.
"You guys aren't next." a new voice spoke, as everyone turned towards the opening door to see Clear Rivers standing there.
"What are you doing here?" Kimberly asked.
"I thought about all you said to me the other day, and... you're right. It's not right for me not to do nothing to help you to stop this; especially since it's all at the hands of my friend."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Kat asked, before Clear explained about everything that happened to her and Alex following the explosion of Flight 180: the bonds of their friendship being severed, Alex's transformation, and most of their friends being violently butchered by him.
"Think about it for a moment. You all were at Route 180 when the accident happened. The only question remaining is... what lead you there to start with?"
"Well, according to that new article about Evan, he was there to claim his lottery winnings. And I was there because my mom used to take that route when I was a kid." Kimberly answered.
"I was on jury duty that day." Kat inquired.
"But aren't those people selected by random social security codes?" Eugene interjected, as everyone gave each other quizzical looks.
"Once I dialed the wrong number on a radio show, and got Yankees tickets. They asked me what number meant 'good luck' in Jewish." Rory said.
"It's Hebrew. And the answer's eighteen." Kat answered.
"So none of you find this weird that Death set you all up to die nine months in advance." Clear answered.
"Nine months?" Kimberly thought.
There goes another chapter now. Sorry again that it took so long to update. Please review and share with your friends, and I'll update sometime soon.