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The movie that killed me..
I always joked that horror movies would be the death of me. Turns out, I was more right than I ever wanted to be.
The night started like any other. Rain tapped against the windows of my apartment, the sky outside as black as my blackout curtains. My desk was cluttered with energy drink cans and snack wrappers, a half-eaten slice of pizza sitting on a plate beside my keyboard. The glow of my monitor flickered with horror forums, fan theories, and a countdown timer I'd been watching all week.
Final Destination 6.
A secret sequel. Limited release. Barely any marketing. A film that horror diehards like me were calling The End of Death. I'd been refreshing Reddit for spoilers, theories—anything. But I promised myself: no leaks. I wanted to see it raw.
And I did.
The movie was everything I hoped for—twisted deaths, eerie foreshadowing, and a lore bomb at the end that hinted Death wasn't just a force. It was intelligent. Evolving. Adapting to those who tried to cheat it.
I walked out of the theater buzzing with adrenaline, texting my friend Tyler.
[Bro. FD6 is insane. LORE DUMP at the end. We need to talk.]
I hit send and looked up just in time to see the billboard.
It came down like a guillotine.
A freak accident, they'd say. A loose crane, bad timing, slippery ground. Maybe I slipped on the wet pavement. Maybe I screamed. Maybe I didn't. I just remember pain. White-hot. Crushing. Then nothing.
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I woke up with a jolt, gasping for breath.
Everything felt... wrong.
I was seated in a narrow chair. People were talking around me. The air smelled recycled. A baby cried somewhere nearby.
I blinked hard and looked around.
Seats. Passengers. Overhead compartments.
A plane cabin.
My pulse quickened. I looked down at my hands—thinner, younger. My jeans had holes at the knees, and a laminated tag around my neck read: Mt. Abraham High – Senior Trip.
Panic gripped me.
This wasn't a dream.
I was on Flight 180.
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"Hey, you good?"
I turned to the voice beside me. A guy with sandy blonde hair and headphones around his neck looked at me with mild concern.
"Kai," he said, "right? You're with the history group, yeah?"
I blinked. "Yeah. Uh, yeah. Kai…"
I searched for a surname.
"…Kai Morgan."
He grinned. "Cool. I'm Blake."
He offered a fist bump. I returned it weakly, mind spinning.
I was Kai Morgan now. Teenager. Student. Passenger on a doomed flight that I'd watched explode a hundred times on screen.
Then I saw it:
> [FATE BREAK SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
Welcome, Kai Morgan.
World: Final Destination – Hybrid Timeline
Objective: Break Death's Design.
Bonus Mission: Save Key Fate-Bound Individuals.
Penalty for Failure: Permanent Death.
A glowing interface hovered in the corner of my vision like an augmented reality HUD. I nearly swore out loud, but the flight attendants were beginning safety demonstrations.
> [Starter Gift Unlocked: Thread of Defiance]
You can now see death threads – invisible cause-effect links to fatal outcomes. Disrupting these threads alters fate temporarily.
I swallowed hard.
Okay. Deep breaths.
I was in a death game. A real one. The first movie's flight. That meant Alex Browning would have a premonition soon. A few of us would get kicked off. The plane would explode.
I remembered the survivors: Alex, Clear Rivers, Carter, Terry, Billy, Tod… and now me.
Wait.
I turned to look a few rows ahead.
There she was.
Clear Rivers.
Dark hair. Pale skin. Haunted eyes even before the chaos started.
My heart thumped faster. I could see it now—thin red threads glowing faintly around the cabin. One looped from a tray table latch to the oxygen masks. Another from a loose coffee pot to a stack of plastic utensils.
But the strongest thread—the one practically throbbing with deadly energy—ran from an overhead bin to Clear's seat.
> [Micro Event: Luggage Dislodgement – Blunt Force Trauma Imminent]
[Recommendation: Secure Compartment – Gain +50 Fate Points]
The bin above her was vibrating subtly. The latch was loose.
"Excuse me," I muttered, rising from my seat and weaving down the aisle as the plane taxied toward the runway.
Clear glanced up just as I reached her row.
"Hey," I said, flashing an awkward smile. "I think your overhead compartment's not latched right."
She frowned. "What?"
"Just—hang on."
I popped the bin open. A heavy camera bag was teetering right at the edge. With a shove, I pushed it deeper inside and clicked the latch shut.
The thread vanished.
> [Thread Severed: +50 Fate Points]
[New Chain Forming…]
Clear stared at me. "Thanks, I guess…"
"Kai," I said.
"…Clear."
We held eye contact a moment longer than normal. Then she nodded slowly, as if trying to figure me out.
I backed away just as turbulence hit.
The lights flickered.
Alex Browning stood up abruptly, looking pale. His mouth opened, but no words came.
Here we go.
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The scene played out like the movie.
Alex panicked. The teacher tried to calm him. He shouted about an explosion. Security was called. Carter got into a fight. Billy got dragged into it. A scuffle broke out. Flight staff lost patience.
And just like that, seven of us were forced off the plane.
I went with them willingly.
As I stepped into the jet bridge, a sinking feeling hit me.
Seconds later, the plane exploded.
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Glass shattered. Screams rang out. A fireball lit up the night sky.
People rushed to the windows.
I stood still, barely breathing.
Even though I knew it was coming… seeing it happen in real life broke something inside me.
I wasn't watching a movie anymore.
> [Timeline Divergence Achieved]
[Survivors: 7 – Death's Design Recalculating…]
[Main Quest Unlocked: Survive the Chain]
[Bonus Quest: Save All Key Survivors]
[Reward: Active Skill – "Causality Shift Lv. 1" Pending]
> [Warning: Death is now aware of your interference.]
The message pulsed red in my vision before fading.
A chill ran down my spine.
Clear stepped beside me, hugging herself. "What the hell just happened?" she whispered.
I turned to her slowly, trying to steady my voice.
"We're not out of danger," I said. "Not even close."
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To be continued...
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