Final Destination slash

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They didn't have any ... so I made my own.

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Title: Bring Me to Life: the impossible love story

Rating: R

Pairing: Eventual Ian/Kevin

Warnings: Major language, major slash, major AU, strongly affectionate situations, possible blood and gore, and quite a bit of death and drama.

Summary: In my little AU world, FD3 is written a little bit differently. After the crash, Kevin is emotionally screwed up. Ian becomes ten times darker and scarier than before. Everything changes … and what’s that? Oh yeah, death is after them. Can they beat the odds, and manage to find love along the way? Or will they discover their fatal attraction a little too late?

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the FD franchise. This is a work of fiction, but really, the actual movie is pretty much a work of fiction as well. Do not take me seriously, people. I’m just a teenage girl writing things, and posting them on the internet. If you believe that I’m evil or manipulative, then you’re way off base. I write to entertain. (a.k.a.? I ain’t making a profit.)

 

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[A/N – This is a major AU, or at least it will be by the time the series really starts to move along. If you do not like slash, then don’t leave me a comment trashing it. I’ve warned you three times already that this story is mostly slash themed, so you cannot blame me if your poor little mind is tarnished. You will notice that even minor details are altered to further my story’s readability.

 

If you think either one of the guys is OOC, then I don’t really care. Death fucks people up. Death CHANGES people. And plus, this is my story, my rules.

 

I really do hope that you enjoy this. I also, on a completely personal note, hope that this moves some of you to write your own FD slash. No matter which movie or pairing you pick, I want you all to be opened up to a side of Final Destination that has NEVER been touched. I’m making a tiny scratch on the surface of an iceberg with my story – help me make a dent, or even better, fucking ice cubes.

 

And last, but not least … do enjoy. =)]

 

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"You're more likely to die driving to an amusement park than ... dying at one!"

 

 

Ian glared at Kevin's back, letting the realization that the other boy didn't give a shit about his logic sink in. Feeling the sudden urge to rant about the idiocy of the jock, he turned to Erin. "Don't ya just love being helpful?"

 

 

The redhead smirked at his question, before placing her hand on his back and giving a little push. "Babe, you know better than to reason with the star of the football team. Now move, you're holding these other brainless tragedies up."

 

 

Ian grinned at his girlfriend. It was times like these that he realized why Erin and himself made such an interesting couple. He had to admit that she was slightly more infatuated with him than he was with her, but that was only because Erin truly did look up to him. He could deal with that. Besides, it was cool to have someone around to be sarcastic and annoying with. He’d found that, over the years, pissing the popular kids off was WAY more amusing than actually … well, having anything else to do with them at all. In fact, the two had made it somewhat of a hobby.

 

 

Yawning, Ian cocked his head to the side and noticed that the “star of the football team” was settling some kind of argument with Jason. Using a coin.

 

 

“HAH, Pip, look at that shit. The manly men are having a little coin toss over their ladies.”, he mimed quotations with his fingers, comically. “Isn’t that cute?”

 

 

Erin leaned over, pressing against the black, soft fabric of Ian’s shirt, and lightly fingered the pins and buttons that adorned his chest, before whispering in his ear. “Sometimes I get a little jealous, dude … when you’re spending so much time stalking certain people, and not enough time paying attention to little old me.” There was a pause, as Ian practically felt his heart stop beating.

 

 

“Uh … baby, you know that I’m j – “

 

 

Erin smirked, and rolled her eyes. “I was joking, Ian! Seriously, relax.” She pulled him along with her, hopping up and down slightly. “But I really do wanna go home after this ride, okay? Mom will have a bitch fit if you keep me out too late again.”, she raised her eyebrow poignantly.

 

 

Ian groaned, pulling away from her and crossing his arms. “Jesus, Erin, your mom is like … she’s such a … she’s a fucking control freak, is what she is. Let me t –“

 

 

A infamous “Ian McKinley” rant was beginning to form, and Erin knew those very rants all too well, so she decided to interrupt. “Don’t WORRY about my mom, babe. Look, the dude is opening the gates for us. Come ON.” She grabbed him arm and pulled him along with her. It wasn’t the best intervention, but it did shut him up. Ian sighed and followed, with a sour look on his face.

 

 

“Car 2, in the back.”, the attendant said nonchalantly, waving a distracted hand in a direction that definitely was NOT the third car, but a concrete wall. Ian rolled his eyes, but barely had time to give a rude opinion about the gawky looking kid before Erin was pulling him toward the coaster.

 

 

The roller coaster wasn’t anything too extraordinary in itself, Ian mused. It was pretty surprising that it was apart of such a gigantic attraction, actually. He looked behind him and watched as Ashley got in her seat, and then held out a hand to Ashlyn, who accepted and daintily settled herself into her own side. Ian grinned, and immediately climbed over into his cracked and battered black seat, before holding his hand out to Erin. She imitated a squeaky giggle, and pranced around in a little circle, then took the proffered hand delicately and allowed Ian to pull her into the ride with him.

 

 

“Freaks.”

 

 

Ian stopped dead in his tracks. Who in the hell said that? He scanned the people behind him, and then turned around, pissed off and ready to make a scene. There he was faced with the back of Lewis Romero’s head. Aha.

 

 

Before he could even open his mouth to call Lewis a “complete and utter fuck wad”, the large black restraints dropped over his head and fell lifelessly against his chest. A rush of excitement filled Ian’s chest, as the attendant locked and secured him into his seat. (Lewis’s whimpered, “My NUTS, man!”, was not ignored by him, however. Payback’s a bitch, right?) He was about to ride the biggest roller coaster that he’d ever been on in his life, and at the same time, he couldn’t help but notice that Kevin wasn’t sitting with his girlfriend. In fact … Ian turned around, and raised his eyebrows. He was sitting with WENDY?

 

 

Erin turned slightly and followed his gaze. “Hmm … I thought those two didn’t even like each other.” After a pause, she shrugged her shoulders noncommittally. “Whatever.”

 

 

Ian turned around and stared blankly ahead. Was Kevin playing his girlfriend for Christensen? Did he really LIKE that sort of thing? One more look at Kevin’s relaxed, happy persona told him that,  yes, Kevin was into girls like Wendy and/or Carrie. He looked over at his own girlfriend with jaded eyes, and sighed. How the hell would he manage to ever break it off with her?

 

 

“Damn it.”, he muttered aloud to himself.

 

 

“What did you say, babe?”

 

 

“Eh, nothing Pip. Just outwardly cursing the system again.”, he assured her, pulling himself out of his thoughts reluctantly.

 

 

“When the hell are they gonna start this sucker?!”, Lewis shouted out, slamming his hand into the empty seat next to him forcefully.

 

 

Ian rolled his eyes at the outburst, but looked back at the bespectacled ride operator, who really looked even younger than he was. The kid looked at his co-worker (who looked pretty much the same as him), who gave him a quick thumbs up. Alright. All systems go. He turned, and pressed his fingers against a large, green button, and ---

 

 

“NO, DON’T PUSH THE BUTTON! Let me off, let me OFF! No, it’s gonna crash! The hydraulics will rupture, the tracks will collapse, please let me off!”

 

 

“What the fuck …”, Ian turned around. Wendy Christensen seemed to be having what could lightly be described as a ‘Goddamn nervous breakdown.’ She was pushing against her restraints as hard as she could, and pulling on Kevin’s hand as she rambled on about a crash … and seeing something in her head.

 

 

A burly looking man came out, and asked what was going on. None of the attendants really knew how to respond, but one of them piped up, “Chick’s ON something!”. That older guy ordered them to let the people in the back off. Before anyone could even protest, there was an orchestra of clicks and bangs as everyone’s restraints popped up and hit the tops of their seats. Wendy literally jumped out of her seat, with Kevin close behind, talking 90 miles per second, trying to make sense of her own words and what she had “seen”.

 

 

And of course, Lewis had to be apart of the action. He got up. “Man, please. Can you control that bitch? Damn.” He raised his hands and femininely imitated Wendy, “It’s gonna crash. The hydraulics, the coaster.”  He then lowered his hands and stepped forward. “Man, she’s just trying to get some fucking attention.”

 

 

“You know, you’re a real piece of shit Lewis.”, Kevin smarmily replied, stepping up to him and staring him straight in the eye.

 

 

Before anyone could stop it, a fight was in the works. Lewis threw his arm back. The only problem was, he did NOT hit the right person. Erin let out a pained, “Ow!”, and was knocked backwards, over the other side of the coaster. Ian wasted no time. He jumped on top of Lewis, who already had the upper hand on Kevin. It became nothing more than a mass of fighting boys.

 

 

Kevin growled when he was whisked away from Lewis. His usually soft brown bangs were matted with sweat and pressed firmly against his forehead. A bruise was forming, purpled and bluish, on the sharp, jutting edge of his cheekbone. “I could’ve fucking taken him!’, he called out as he was pulled down the hall.

 

 

Ian growled and tried to stalk out after Kevin and Lewis, who was currently glaring at anyone who was daring to stare at him. He felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned around and looked at Erin for a moment, before sighing. “Baby, you just go on ahead and ride this. I’m not up to it anymore.”

 

 

She turned and looked at her seat before looking up at Ian again. “Are you sure?”

 

 

“Yeah, I’m positive. There’s no reason you should be kept from riding it. Just … grab your seat and I’ll go wait in the van.”

 

 

Erin smiled. “’Kay.”

 

 

When she turned around to leave, Ian grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back against his chest. “And by the way …”, he murmured into her soft red hair, cherishing the texture of each and every strand against his lips. “I will seriously kick that bastard’s ass later.” Erin barely had time to snicker at the notion before Ian pressed his lips against the back of her head, and gave her a little push towards the coaster. With one last look at Erin settling herself in her seat, he turned and walked away.

 

 

Just as he turned the corner near the back, to walk down the metal staircase, the door marked “employees ONLY” slammed open, and Wendy pushed him into the wall and then ran back down the hallway screaming. Ian stared after her, then back at the door. It had nearly closed itself when the burly man from before pushed it back open and huffed after Wendy. Again, the door barely had time to close, and Kevin Fischer opened it. He didn’t make it far, however, before he tripped over his own two feet and fell to the grayed concrete with a loud thud.

 

 

Ian laughed hysterically at the sight. “Holy fuck, man. Forget how to walk?”

 

 

“Screw you, McKinley”, Kevin ground out. He picked himself up, wincing. Ian waited expectantly for him to run after Wendy, but all he did was stumble a little and lean sideways against a wall. “Shit.”

 

 

Although the prospect of sitting in his nice, cozy van seemed wonderful right then, the idea of pissing the battered jock off sounded way cooler. Ian took a few steps towards Kevin. “Geez, Fischer, did Lewis really kick your ass that hard?”

 

 

Kevin looked up and opened his mouth, but before he could respond, Wendy’s fearful shouts interrupted him. “STOP IT PLEASE!!! The tracks are broken, please STOP!”

 

 

The same fat guy from before had a hold on Wendy, but this time he was practically dragging her along with him. Kicking the door open with a big black boot, he took her outside. “Kid, what. Is. Your. Phone. Number. For the LAST damn time, what is it?!”

 

 

Kevin raised his head slightly and stared after Wendy. The oblong shaped bruise, which started near his temple and ended near the edge of his left nostril, was painfully obvious now. When he made a move towards the door, he let out a sharp gasp. “God … DAMN … it.”

 

 

Ian blinked in surprise. So he really was hurt.

 

 

“Here … uh, let me he –“

 

 

But he was cut off before he could finish. A screech whipped through the crisp night air. Both boys ran out the door, Ian first, followed closely by a wheezing Kevin. There stood Wendy, screaming louder than ever, and … Ian and Kevin looked beyond her. There was a shocked silence.

 

 

The roller coaster, as though being lifted by some sort of nonexistent force, amidst electrical sparks and glittering stars, fell off of the track. It was like some sort of slow motion picture movie. Carrie, Jason, and Erin’s bodies were all clearly visible. Screams, sobbing, the horrific crunch of metal and rubber … and then nothing.

 

 

Wendy collapsed on the floor, sobbing against the muddied cement and repeating the words “No, no, no, no, no, no, no …” until it all ran together and she was blubbering nonsense.

 

 

Ian couldn’t breathe. It was the worst feeling that he’d ever experienced in his life – something cold had filled his soul. It wasn’t even sadness. It was something bigger than that, something worse than anything he’d ever experienced before in his life. “Oh my God.”, he whispered softly. “Erin.” The realization slapped him across the face. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”, he managed, tears leaking out of his eyes, as he sank to his knees, pressing his hands to the ground as if was trying to sink beneath it.  

 

 

The silence was almost deafening. For at least five minutes, Ian didn’t speak. He stayed on his knees, palms bleeding.

 

 

Then a strangled sob broke everything.

 

 

Ian lifted his head up, and barely turned it. Kevin. Oh my god, Kevin.

 

 

Kevin was crying. Not even crying. He was sobbing into his hands, sitting on the bottom step of the little staircase. He put his arms around his knees and pulled them to his face, rocking somewhat. Muffled through the tears and the denim material, was a moan.

 

 

“Carrie.”

 

 

Ian got up and ran.

 

 

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I hope you enjoyed chapter one of my story. I worked pretty hard on making it exactly the way I wanted to, so if you liked it at all I hope you leave me a comment.

 

I think I’m trying something new that no one else has, and that’s slashing Final Destination. I’m proud of myself. =-]

 

We’ll see what happens … hopefully I’ll find the inspiration to continue this.

 

Much love and peace to you ALL.

 

HMC

 

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Fixed! Geesh, I didn't know you had to use something different for rich mode.

Sorry about that. =-]