Final Destination: Chapter 2 Edited

Previously on Final Destination: Wyatt wakes up from a tragedy party, having lost of his two closes friends. He's wounded and heart broken from his lost. He'd watch Marie get murdered and now is alone in a crime, he's unsure he can solve.

More of the calling of this unaware whistle throbs his head, Wyatt is tempted to find where it comes from. He stops with hesitation that there might be someone still here. His eyes wander from left then right; almost wanting to look back. He doesn't fork over his shoulder though almost tilting his head to get a glimpse, he glares through the dark from the corner of his eye. It would just scare him more if he did see glowing white eyes float and the extension of a bewilder smile cast over the dark. Just when the pain couldn't get any worse it did, a feeling like pins and needles ordains his side and the thought leaves his head.

He forks back over at the door and hand over knob he shakes it to the left, till it budges open. And with a sigh of relief, Wyatt struggles out the door closing it right behind him. Soaking in the rays that he missed so much in that dark lonesome house, he lets the rays kiss his cracked skin. Wyatt reaches into his pocket and feels for a metallic cone and when he final finds what he is looking for, he releases it and lets his hand rest at his side. That of-so-sweet Honeysuckle that river dance along his cheeks, down his arms almost through his dress shirt, he felt oh-so-free.

While Wyatt roams the streets, through its endless cross walk he sees the horizon darken. The last ball of light hovers over the golden cross over the little town. A brown brick 12 story luxurious Victorian church, surrounded by neatly trimmed trees and grass catches his eye. Tall pointed towers rose from the roof of the amazing Church. Windows surrounding the separate towers. There were various brown, elegant doors leading towards the entrance of the Church. The baby blue skies fade to a murky blue, clouds of shades of gray blankets the state of Connecticut.

The street lights is full of gas, lighting the forty pound glass balls. Lined down the endless street on both sides of lanes, sitting over top of the black post. Wyatt soothes himself for he feels little intimidation as the darkness drops like a green screen all around. A huge black dog with eyes that glow yellow stands on its hind legs. Peeking through the hedges of the Churches shrubs, it looks like a dog. It resembles the size of a horse with one burning eye centering of it's forehead.

Shaggy hair, soaking wet braided locks for a tail as if it swam through the seas. It follows behind him, crying of a howling wind in Wyatt's ear. He doesn't feel a breeze sway long his arms, no milled chill that would leave goosebumps up and down his waist. He prod his finger through his ear, hoping to find a watt of wax hauled deep, so deep it made him hear strong wind. But when he pulled his finger back out, not even at spec lied on his finger. He would shift his eyes left to right, twirl around for a glimpse behind him.

Looking down at his feet then up out towards the street, he turns back around. He sped up his walk, still clenching his waist extremely tight. He did not remember his towns streets being so quiet, he groans saying, “Anyone here?” He hollers, “Stevie Nicks is dead!” He groans again with agony caught at his throat, screeching to get out. He holds in his cries with force, “Stevie Nicks is dead! Maria Laveau murdered!” He looks up to the stone buildings, windows shut.

A dog crosses his path, a big black dog. It stretches its jaws and screeches out a howling wind. It tilts its head in Wyatt's direction and the burning eye, centered on its forehead blinks! Wyatt hauls back, startled that this beast might be looking for a two-hundred pound prey. Wyatt dashes down the street, waddling; relying on one foot to hold him up as he runs. While Wyatt runs, he crashes into the stores' doors.

He stops for a second and pound the doors with his balled up fist. Stores signs hung dangling from the double doors, 'Closed.'