Final Destination: Chapter 5 Edited

Previously on Final Destination: Wyatt's not coping with the lost of Marie and his wounds are getting worse. They're being to bleed through his clothes and refuses a doctor. The next morning Wyatt goes to work, as a banker. And finds a man an a dog in his office...

“Wyatt Walker? Doesn't sound English to me.” The man has a husky, cold, voice. The big man reaches into his pants pocket for a folded note and unravels it. “ Stevie Nicks, Wyatt Walker and Marie Laveau.” When he hears her name, a bullet launches into his heart.

“You've been arrested for trespassing. Traveling and change in Future.” The big man skims through the unravelled note and continues to read from the bottom, “Must fix the past and if rebels, terminate. Stevie Nicks rebelled, Marie Laveau rebelled. Do you?”

There he said her name again, the bullet plunges deeper in his heart. The thought of her slowly glosses his eyes into tears and Wyatt turns away from the man.

The futurist man says to Wyatt, “Give us what we want and we will go away.” Wyatt thinks of Marie Laveau and groans. Telling himself, she wouldn't want Wyatt to change what they started. Marie Laveau was a French woman from 1901, the year he stood now looking at the eyed forehead man, who traveled back with Wyatt and Stevie Nicks of the incident of the Voyage Twelfth. Marie Laveau was so tempted to come back to this year and month of July, she restarted this year over and over. Wyatt remembered stiffing his arms in his knees when he was tired of hearing her sob over this day.

He tried asking why, but Marie Laveau had other questions to answer besides his own. Wyatt turned to face the man and denied the mans quest.

“Just like Stevie and Marie you wish to rebel?”

“I wish to finish what Marie started.” The man furiates with Wyatt and aims his pointer finger at him.

“Marie Laveau never finished what she started because no matter how many times she changed the past, she couldn't. Time has already passed. It was destined to blow up. Whether she went back another twenty years for her to destroy the blue prints. Those people on there was destined to die. Marie wasn't looking for you to be the savior. It was the man on the boat.” Wyatt's heart stops, nothing comes out his mouth but silent sobs. The man stretches his hand out towards Wyatt starring down at the spinning clock.

Wyatt sees the man eye the clock intensely and Wyatt shakes his head. At first the shake of Wyatt's head was confusedly unsure of. The more he thought of Marie the stronger he shook his head at the man. “You won't get it!” Wyatt says. He carelessly slams his arms onto the table, then rapidly drives his arms across; shoving everything off. The spinning clock falls along with the Newspaper and unnecessary pennies, falling to the floor with a high pitch thump.

The man reaches under Wyatt's desk and hauls it over his head. Wyatt is startled, he kneels and crawls to the corner of the wall. His arms hover over his head for protection. The man chuckles with joy as he smirks to Wyatt's fear in him. The man taunts Wyatt as he moves closer to him, “Not so tough are you? You had me for a second, that you would do something.” He smirks about. Wyatt slouches in the corner and says, “I thought you might call your mutt after me.”

“She's trained to listen,” he looks over his shoulder at his feminine canine and winces, proud of what he raised. Wyatt slouches in an awkward position, where his arms look like noodles lying at his waist.

“Give up?” The man asks Wyatt.

“One more round, but without the mutt interfering.”

“who says she will interfere?”

“Any mutt that loves their owner will. I've had a dog before.”

“Oh-what happened, it ran away?” The man jokes, but it does not seem funny to Wyatt.

“I killed it. Mutts smell. Louise wanted a puppy and I wanted peace and quiet.” The mans smirk fell upon his face and his cheeks redden.

“You're starting to smell too,” Wyatt kids. He chuckles to himself and he's reminded of the pain in his side and he groans with tears falling to his lips. Wyatt inhales strongly and chokes for oxygen. Wincing at the pain, he gives in to the futuristic man and points him in the direction of the spinning clock. The man bows his head to Wyatt and scuffs it in his pocket.

“Take care of it for me?” Wyatt croaks.

“You're not coming back to the Future?”

“No, I like it better here. Marie loves Connecticut.” The man shakes his head and rolls his eyes at Wyatt and says, “stop living in the past.” Wyatt chuckles at his cliche humor, “Louise makes me happy,” he lies.

The man hysterically laughs in Wyatt's face and sighs, “Sure.” The man knew Wyatt didn't care for Louise, he knew Wyatt would never move on from the thought of Marie. The man never did himself, he remembers her. That man was once Marie Laveau's partner, just like Wyatt was. They tried stopping The Voyage Twelfth. He loved Marie so much that when he looked down at Wyatt struggling to breath in his last few breaths he could get in. He pictures himself looking up to himself now, to what Marie Laveau left behind once again.