|Alvin and the Chipmunk's Final Destination
Author: ColonelShaw PM
When Jeanette has a vision of a dangerous train crash, she stops the group from riding, saving their lives. But when death did not take them when they were supposed to go, it will find other ways...Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Suspense - Jeanette M. - Chapters: 16 - Words: 16,978 - Reviews: 162 - Favs: 28 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 03-13-10 - Published: 02-06-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5724743
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Here is the last chapter to Alvin and the Chipmunks Final Destination!!
Chapter 16: Black Dahlia
"Hello, welcome back to the show!" The hostess smiled at the camera as she said the words. "We have a guest here today who is here to tell us about her new book."
The camera focused on Jeanette's face. She gave a nervous smile and waved.
The hostess turned in her seat. "So tell us, what is your book about?" The hostess grinned, her white teeth glinting in the stage lights and her blonde hair waving as she moved.
Jeanette took a deep breath. "Death." She said solemnly. "It's about death."
The hostess grabbed a copy of the book that was on the arm of her chair. "And it is a true story?"
Jeanette nodded. "The book explains the ugly truth. That there is no 'cheating death'. It will get you, and by any means necessary." She paused and thought for a moment. "Nine years ago, I had a vision. A vision of a train skidding off the tracks and everyone onboard dying."
The hostess nodded. "Train 32-B. I'm sure everyone remembers that day. God bless the families of the deceased."
Jeanette continued. "My friends and I were scheduled to ride the train back home. After the vision, I didn't allow them to board. We ended up having to take the bus home. When we arrived home, we learned that the train had crashed. I thought we were going to be okay…" Jeanette trailed off. She leaned in. "But then it started." She said.
The hostess stared at her. "The deaths."
Jeanette nodded. "My friends and sisters were picked off, one by one." She gripped her book. "In here, explains everyone's deaths to the best detail I could get from witnesses." She paused, staring at the cover. "Except my sister Brittney… We never did find out how she died." Jeanette looked up at the hostess. "She was alone when it happened."
The hostess looked sorrowful. "I am so sorry." Jeanette nodded. The hostess continued. "You are not alone in mourning. The chipmunks and chipettes were very famous groups. Millions of fans are still grieving, even after all those years."
Jeanette looked down at the cover of the book. The picture on it was a picture of all of them; Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Brittney, Eleanor and Jeanette. They were all together and smiling. Jeanette began to tear up.
"Oh," The hostess reached behind her chair and pulled out a box of tissues. Jeanette took one and wiped her eyes. She then ran her fingers over the photo. They stopped on Alvin.
"Alvin was first." She said, not looking up from the book. "Then Theodore. That confused us. Simon was supposed to be next. There was no initial pattern. I tried and tried again to find it. But there was none. If I had found it, we probably could have saved them." She looked up. "Then it was Brittney. Then my sister, Eleanor." She looked back at the cover, focusing on Simon's face. "Then Simon…" Jeanette began to cry again. The hostess handed her another tissue and she wiped her face again.
"Someone who wasn't supposed to die even ended up getting crushed!" Jeanette sniffed. "Dave Seville, the chipmunks father. He wasn't supposed to die." She said. "He wasn't supposed to die…"
The hostess sat in silence, with her hands folded. "What people have been wondering is how you have survived such an epidemic. Weren't you also supposed to get on the train? Why do you believe you are still alive?" The hostess asked.
Jeanette remained silent, staring only at the cover of the book. Then she spoke. "In my vision," She began. "I did not die. I remained where I was, actually. Sitting in the chair, even after the train tipped over onto it's side." She paused. "I believe that if we had gotten on to the train, I would have been the only survivor, because I did not die in the vision." She looked up. "It's the only explanation I could come up with. I mean, I haven't been close to dying at all."
The hostess nodded. "So you don't die because you didn't 'cheat' death?"
Jeanette looked up from the book-she was staring at the cover again- and smiled. "Not yet." She said. "But everyone dies eventually."
The hostess stood up from her chair. "Well, thank you for being with us, Ms. Miller."
Jeanette stood up and shook the hostess' hand. "You're quite welcome."
There was a SNAP and Jeanette looked up to see a stage light falling towards her. It fell on top of her and crushed her. The hostess was splattered with blood. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of what just happened. She screamed.
This story is over!!! Thank you for sticking through with me during this story! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I am going to put up an M rated story sometime this week! You should definitely check it out. Well, thank you for all your kind reviews. See you on the M rated side!!