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Assistant: Title: Final Gays 3
        Author: nodh nodh 
        Chapter: 4/6 
        Summary: Maybe Erin's not so alone; luck seems to also not be on Wendy's side. - Final Destination 3 from Erin's perspective with some changes and added gayness. Enjoy!
        Contents: Chapter 4
    

    


      
        
          
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    Following Ian's death, the police went ahead to take their statements regarding the accident. It wasn't a real accident, though; Erin minds supplies.She feels like she's going crazy. The whole questioning process is taking what feels like years. She just wants to go home.Sitting in this room alone, waiting to be questioned, seems to come pretty close to torture. Hours ago Erin lost her best friend, and right in front of her eyes as well; can't they be mindful of that? No, they keep on pestering her with what seem to be unnecessary questions. With her mind and emotions a complete mess, her answers tend to be very simple and snippy or just silence.Despite them talking to her, her mind keeps on wandering back to Ian. It isn't any better when she's left on her own. Images of his body getting impaled and crushed flashing in front of her eyes. It's an endless loop of death.In the beginning, between crying, she finds herself screaming to herself to let the anger deep inside her out. F@ck this world and f@ck death.However, the more time goes on, the fewer tears roll down her face. She's feeling dried up, the same as her smudged eyeliner that's dry by now.Her pure sadness and inner chaos being replaced by emptiness. As the emotions fade, she feels the hopelessness crawl in. Without Ian around anymore, life seems to be dull. The small positive part of her life was robbed from her, leaving her to deal with the aftermath.The time waiting is now spent in silence, on the outside as well as the inside, as she tries not to think anymore, to push everything out. Nevertheless, due to the prolonged crying, her head is pounding, filling her mind with a reminder of it and therefore everything that's happened.At some point her mind wanders from the pain and despair to the other two.For Wendy and Kevin, it must be worse; being on the scene for multiple deaths in a row probably doesn't look that good. Maybe that's why all this is taking so long.She wonders how they're able to deal with all of this and how they've managed to witness so much death and just be fine. When they came to the hardware store, it seemed like they were still determined. Erin admires them for that. If she were in their shoes, she doesn't know if she would be able to manage it all. She probably would have given up to save the others, especially when Ian died. But those two keep on going, even though they both lost their significant other during the initial accident.So much death all happened in such a short time. For Erin, she and the other two are the last survivors from the rollercoaster. With the thought of death coming after them, she tenses. She's been saved, but the other two haven't. Thinking about it, she feels herself throw up a little in her mouth due to stress and fear.Normally, Erin isn't someone that would describe themselves as scared of death. Hell, she used to be fascinated with it, wondering all about it. Now, she's scared. Unlike previously, death is near and not a faraway concept that she can't grasp.What has she done to deserve this? Did she manifest it upon herself? It's b@llsh@t; stuff like that shouldn't just happen.Erin shakes her head slightly; blaming herself won't get her out of this mess. Pushing down all grief and guilt, she tries to think ahead. She wants to stay level-headed for herself and to not be a burden for the others, to help Wendy. She wants to be helpful for as long as she can, as long as she can stay alive.Wendy is on the list, death's list, as well, Erin's mind unhelpfully supplies. She doesn't think she'll have it in her to live through Wendy's death as well and move on after it. Even though she doesn't actually believe in God, Erin prays in her mind for everything to turn out alright or at least for Wendy to live, even if Erin would have to die for it to happen. This way, maybe she could see Ian again.It doesn't take long for her to find herself near tears again, but as soon as one slowly rolls down, she wipes it away. Not again; she'll try her best to manage for, hopefully, just enough time.Finally, when it's the next day, they're good to leave. Erin's the first one out, but she decides to hang around until the other two are done. Mostly because she doesn't really want to be alone right now and wants to find out what their plan will be from here on out.Second to be able to leave is Kevin. As he walks out, he looks at Erin, but neither of them says a word as he moves to stand next to her. Erin doesn't have anything to say to him and wouldn't know how to strike up the conversation either. Kevin must feel the same way, she thinks to herself.The silence of them both is deafening, and the time until Wendy's done seems to drag on infinitely even though it's only a few minutes.The three of them are outside now. Kevin moves directly towards Wendy's side, Erin slowly following.“I didn't say anything. I mean, I think they were trying to scare us into saying something, but they had nothing to keep me there. What did you tell them“?” Kevin says to Wendy. It's obvious that Wendy is the one connecting this group, which is why Kevin doesn't hesitate to talk to her, unlike with Erin. She can't blame him if she's the same way.“Everything. I didn't do anything. I told them about the pictures in the camera and Flight 180 and Frankie and Lewis and why we went to see Ian and Erin and…,” Wendy tells him, visibly shaken up by the whole ordeal.As Erin listens to her talking, she has to suppress a sigh. There's no way in hell they would believe her story. F@ck, even Erin had trouble believing them at first. So it's pretty much impossible that the police, out of everyone, will believe her. Maybe it wasn't the smartest move from Wendy to tell a story that makes you look crazy.“Did they believe you?““Yeah, right. Would you believe me? No, they looked at me like I was crazy.“That checks out, Erin thinks in her head. She immediately wants to smack herself for being such a b@tch.Wendy still looks close to tears, and it breaks Erin's heart even further. Again she moves in closer for a fleeting, reassuring touch. A small smile flashed on her lips.God, Ian would think she's such a wuss.“Ten hours they had us in there.“It didn't feel like ten hours; it felt like a whole lifetime that they've been there.“For all we know, whoever was sitting behind Erin is already dead, and we're next,” Wendy explains, and d@mn. That's an uncertainty that they definitely can't use right now. How are they supposed who it was if they're already dead? It's going to be a guessing game from here on out, guessing who is going to be next.“Now. Ian died first, and then it went for Erin, but we intervened. It's scary thinking about how close she was to death already, but she was lucky for Wendy to be there. But she couldn't help Ian… No, she can't think like this.“That's… that's how we regain control. If someone intercedes, the life that was supposed to be next is skipped. We read about this, skipping death; people have done it before,” Wendy goes on to explain, and it seems that so far it's their only hope.And going off that logic, Erin should be safe, right? Or at least for now, only if death really skipped her.“Alright, wait, wait, wait. So going by the way we sat on the rollercoaster… I'm next… and then you…”“We can beat this. We're so close, we can't give up,“ it sounds like Wendy's trying to convince herself just as much.“Alright, my dad's here; he's going to give me a ride back.”“Are you sure we shouldn't stick together?“ Wendy asks, and Erin has to very much second that idea. Because in what world would it be best to split up? Isn't there a saying along the lines of 'strength in numbers'? While Erin isn't completely sure how applicable this is when it comes directly to death, but still. At least if someone dies when they're together, they know for sure who's next and don't have to wonder if the other one is fine or if it's their turn already. And if you're in a group, there's a possibility of someone else saving you; she knows this one from experience. It sounds unnecessarily stressful to split up.“It's just for a couple of hours, alright? A couple of hours. Go back, look at the pictures see if you can find any more clues. And I'll ask everybody I see if they know if anyone else got off the ride. Okay?“And neither Erin nor Wendy seems impressed with that idea. Wendy's got this unsure look, as if she wants to say something, but instead the three of them stand there in awkward silence.“Was there something I should know about going?“ he asks, now sounding unsure himself.“No, it's just, I'll just be freaking out every second hoping you're okay.”“Why? I mean, we wouldn't even like each other.” Erin raises an eyebrow at that comment. It seems so out of place. But then Wendy chuckles, and she just comes to the conclusion that she's missing something, or rather that it's something between those two. So she steps back to give them a bit of space as they hug.“Okay? Alright, I got my cell,” Kevin says once they break the hug, and nearly instantly after, he's already gone.Now it's only the two of them. “What about you?“ Wendy asks, now directed at Erin.Being totally unprepared to be addressed, she just lets out a “huh.”“Are you going to stick around or leave until we know more?“ Wendy asks, her voice soft. It's painfully clear that despite telling Kevin that splitting up is fine, she doesn't want to be alone right now. And, man, can Erin relate to that.“I think sticking together would be a good idea,” Erin says and then quickly adds, “I don't think I want to be alone right now,” in a way to express her own thoughts as well as empathize with Wendy.“Good,” she says mostly to herself, and then, “You can come with me to my place; maybe we'll find out something new together.”And if it were under any other different circumstances, Erin would have celebrated at the thought of even going over to her place. But right now? There are more important things to do. Well, a little celebration on the inside won't hurt. It's probably a once-in-a-lifetime event. Okay, maybe she shouldn't think too much about puns related to death.Nevertheless, the way to Wendy's house was filled with mostly silences or a bit of conversation about their individual experiences at the police station just now. It was mostly Wendt talking, since Erin didn't have much to say, especially with her just having been an emotional wreck for most of it.Once entering her home, they're greeted with silence. There must be no one else home then. They walk into her room, and that's when Erin sees herself in the mirror for the first time.“Sh@t,” she mumbles to herself as she steps closer to it and examines herself. She looks so done, and her eyeliner is beyond smudged. She didn't realize how bad she actually looked.“You can take a shower to freshen up,” Wendy suggests, and Erin flinches as she didn't notice Wendy looking at her. “Only if you want to. I can give you some clothes too. I wanted to have a quick shower myself; I feel disgusting.”“That would be nice.”And not even minutes after, she's in Wendy's bathroom to strip her clothes and step under the shower.
Erin turns the water as cold as possible; maybe it'll wake her up and get her a bit more focused.It's not really working, though, as she stands there freezing, trying to wash away the feeling of death as Ian keeps popping up in her mind.Once again it replays in her head. Honestly, she doesn't know if she'll ever get over his death. Repressing the tears that are forming, she moves to rub her eyes to get her eyeliner off.As she looks down at the clothes Wendy has given her. When she agreed, she forgot to think about two things. One: These are going to be Wendy's clothes she's going to be wearing; she's mentally not prepared for this. Two: Since they're not her clothes, it's definitely not what she usually wears.The second point is really dawning on her. But at least it seems like Wendy took some pity on her when choosing these. It's a simple pair of jeans; these must not fit her anymore, since Wendy's taller than her, and those seem a bit more Erin's length, and a plain gray shirt.She lets out a sigh but then decides to just be thankful for the clothes as she puts them on.She then looks in the mirror and can confidently say she looks better than before. Her hair is damp, her curls showing, her face clean, and she's dressed in Wendy's clothes. Somewhere inside she feels a bit giddy but stores this feeling deep inside a drawer of her mind.Then she goes back into Wendy's room, and Wendy's sitting at her desk, photos up on her computer. When she hears Erin enter, she turns around to look at her. And Erin swears she's seen a light pink on her cheeks before Wendy turned around again and then stood up.“You can look at the photos while I shower; maybe you'll find something.”And with that she's gone, leaving Erin standing there in the room.It feels weird to be in her room alone; she kind of feels like a pervert invading her privacy as she looks around the room. Okay, to be fair, she's no Frankie, and thank God for that. Out of all those people, she doesn't think that she'll miss him, even the tiniest bit.Looking back at the computer and the photo open, she remembers what she's actually supposed to do. Erin sits down and clicks through the photos.The ones of the deceased she skips through; there's no point in dwelling on it. Personally, she wasn't really involved with any of them anyway.Her and Ian's she also skips.That leaves three pictures: Kevin's, Wendy's, and the one with the two strangers.Erin looks at the one with the strangers first. It's mostly covered by an arm; the two people are covered so much that there's nothing important enough to identify them with. Erin also doesn't remember who else was on the ride behind her. That day she didn't really pay attention to most people; maybe she should have.Well, that one was a bust.The next one she looks at is Kevin's. And it's… really unflattering. She lets out a laugh when she first sees it. The close-up and his reaction to the flash? Hilarious for Erin.But she has to focus now. It's bright? And really close to him? What can she deduct from that?She rubs over her face, already demotivated. D@mn, how does Wendy manage to keep on looking at those and actually find clues from them?Maybe Wendy's picture is easier to find clues from.Yeah, no, it's definitely not, Erin decides. It's just Wendy standing next to Jason. That's it.How is that supposed to show how she'll die? There's literally nothing to go off.Erin clicks back onto the first picture before scoffing and leaning her head back, looking at the ceiling.“Did you find anything“?” Wendy asks as she enters the room, and Erin turns towards her.“Nope, didn't find anything useful. I have no clue,” she admits honestly.With a less than happy expression, Wendy sits down on her bed and lets out a sigh.“There has to be something. I can't just sit there and let people die when I know I can figure out how to prevent their deaths.”And Erin isn't able to just let the girl blame herself like that and take on all of the responsibility herself. So she stands up and sits down next to her.“Wendy,” she starts off before inhaling and channeling her thoughts, “you've tried so hard so far, more than many people would. And you saved me. You've seen so much death, you can't be so strict with yourself.” As she says that, she puts a reassuring hand on her thigh. If questioned, she can always just say it's a completely friendly action of support.However, Wendy doesn't ease up as much at her words.“But I am the only one who can help them. I have to try,” her voice filled with upsetness, and Erin can physically feel how much it's affecting her.“Hey,” she brushes her thumb slightly over her thigh, “I'm not saying you can't help them, but ruining and wearing yourself out completely is not helping them either.”There's a sigh coming from Wendy as her shoulders fall slightly and she looks down at her lap.“You're right, I know. It's just so hard letting this go, even for a second.”There's literally the life of others and also Wendy's own on their shoulders now, Erin reminds herself.“How about this? You go take a nap; you look like you need one.” It's true, even after the shower, Wendy looks so done, “and if you want, I can keep trying to find out more.““Thank you, Erin,” Wendy says earnestly, and there's a genuine smile on her lips. It's not completely happy, sadness still lingering, but it's a start.“It's nothing,” she says but then stops herself as Wendy wraps her arms around her, hugging her.Holy sh@t, did she die in the hardware store, and this is heaven?Due to her being shocked and not reacting, Erin can feel Wendy slowly pulling away, but quickly Erin hugs her back. She can feel Wendy relaxing a bit, and it would be a big fat lie if Erin were to say that she didn't enjoy this.“I'm sorry,” Wendy whispers into the hug. Erin pulls back to look at her with a questioning glance.“What are you apologizing for?““I'm sorry because I couldn't save Ian,” she begins but has to stop herself. “I know how hard losing your boyfriend is…”And Erin feels herself freeze up. She's apologizing for Ian's death, who she believes was her boyfriend, and now tries to empathize with her. Okay, how is she going to clear this up without sounding like a d@ck?“First of all, you don't have to apologize for his death; I don't blame you. I know you've tried your best. It was unfortunate,” Erin begins explaining, forcing herself not to think too much about the actual death; getting too emotional won't help her right now.“And secondly, Ian and I weren't… together. We are—well, we're best friends.”“F@ck,” Wendy's eyes widen a bit, “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed…”Erin puts her hand on her shoulder as she looks at her and says, “Like I said, you have nothing to apologize for.“To move on from the slightly awkward tension, which Erin is honestly not the best at dealing with, she tells Wendy, “Now, stop worrying and get some sleep. I'll find out what I can.“And with that, she's standing up and sitting back at the desk, choosing not to look back at the other girl. She just sees her moving slightly, and not too long after, she hears her quiet, rhythmic breathing.She lets out a deep sigh. What kind of torture has she gotten herself into? she thinks to herself as she looks at the pictures. She's such a fool.She's a fool, not only for volunteering to waste more brainpower staring at these stupid pictures but also because of how she behaved around Wendy. How is one girl enough to turn her brain off completely?There's no point in thinking about it; she should probably get back to the task at hand.Hours later, the sun is already setting, and Erin can feel herself growing tired. There have been a few times when she felt like she could fall asleep, but she somehow managed to pull through. And Wendy managed to sleep through all of it. Lucky her, Erin thinks, but she deserves some rest.Erin, however, is completely rendered awake as someone walks into the room talking at full volume.“Hey, Wen? So we're meeting some guys at that centennial thing, and I could really use my good luck bracelet,” Wendy's sister Julie says and only slightly stops as she sees Erin sitting at Wendy's desk. Her gaze wanders over to the bed where Wendy's lying before going back to Erin at the desk.What is one supposed to say in a situation like this? Erin definitely doesn't know, so she just looks at Julie awkwardly.She just shrugs and steps forward to grab the bracelet off the desk and moves to leave without another word.Erin's eyes catch a glimpse of the bracelet, and—wait a second. She quickly opens up a picture of the two strangers and sees it staring right back at her: Julie's bracelet.F@ck, f@ck, <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_EMAIL_ADDRESS> Julie's next, great, just f@ck@ng great.In panic mode, Erin quickly stands up and walks over to Wendy, shaking her awake, which is easily achieved.Wendy looks at her with slightly sleepy eyes, which become wide awake as she hears what Erin's saying.“Your sister was on the ride.”Luckily Wendy doesn't seem to question how she knows it and just goes along with it. They hear the car outside and realize that time's already ticking.Wendy tries calling Julie, but no one answers, so the second call goes to Kevin immediately after.On the phone Wendy tries to explain the situation, and as it turns out, not only is Julie on her way to the tricentennial thing, but Kevin's also there, working security. And with Wendy and Erin on their way there also? It seems like a disaster that screams death.Erin can only hope it will turn out alright.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          So, I wasn't too motivated to write this since I'm not really good at writing stuff like this, but I did it anyway. Also, somehow this turned out to be the longest chapter yet, just around 3800 words.Anyway, I hope you still enjoyed this one!'
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