A/N So although doing horror movie based fan fictions isn't really my thing i honestly didn't like how Lance was at the end since in reality he was a good guy. So i decided to make a third one on how i thought it should go, if they were to make another movie.
It was a stormy night in Los Angeles rain had poured on the city for day's, mud now viable instead of dirt, since the ground was practically soaked. People all around the city wore raincoats, not paying attention to anyone as they walked, just minding their own business. Pretending like no one else was there as they went on with there lives. Not far from the city laid a large archer of land, no one owned it. It had been abandoned for decades, no one bothered to buy it since no one in the area were country folk. It just laid there unintended, so no one was there to see a young man about in his 30's, black shirt hair that sticked up,a black jacket with white buttons on it,a pair of worn down blue jeans, and a tree design with roots growing underneath it on his black shirt that matched exactly like his jacket shoot out of the side of a barn as a giant hole opened up.
The man laid emotionless for a few mere moments before poping up with a small gasp, his hand shakily running threw his hair. It was only than that he realized that he was no longer in the despair of the hole he had sucked into but on earth, forcing himself to stand up the young man staggered towards a puddle of water that laid not fair from the barn. Shock crossed Lance's features as he carefully touched his face, no longer the crazy looking man who he had become after being stuck in that hospital for the last ten years. No he was once again the same man he had been before the whole ordeal, how..how had he gotten back here? and why was he young again like this hellish nightmare never happened?.
The last thing he remembered was camera's flying around him,trying to get the teenager to give him the tapes,being sucked into the large hole in the wall and darkness.
A sense of guilt crept into the young man's heart, those 9 years had really screwed with his head. The guilt of Ashley's death had still been fresh in his mind as insanity had finally taken over, deep down he knew he never would've tried hurting those young film makers, they had caught him when he had already been gone, like he said they were dead as soon as they stepped into that blasted hell hole. Deep in his heart he had hoped that the two had gotten out, not wishing that sort of fate on anyone. Also Alex reminded him of himself, the leader of the group, a great ghost hunter. He had also seen the na ve part of the kid, making him guess that maybe they were still stuck in that hospital.
Wiping out his cell phone Lance checked the time, 2:30 P.M. Well at least now it was actually light out. Running his fingers through his dirty hair Lance took a deep breath as he began to walk, it would be a long walk back to town so he'd better get moving.
It had taken nearly 4 hours to get back into the city where there were people instead of nothingness, since his body was extremely sore from all the running he had done. Being chased by ghosts,stuck in a hospital for 9 years, sucked into a wall and being placed back on earth could really take a toll on a guy. He knew he must look terrible, walking the street's of Los Angeles covered in mud, but honestly now he couldn't give a shit. With money in his pocket, luckily he wasn't totally broke he'd look into getting a hotel for the night before thinking about his first move in the morning.
With all of his co worker's gone sucked up in the hospital hell obviously his show would be over, he didn't feel like ghost hunting anymore anyway. He'd learn his lesson, some things weren't meant to be found. In all honestly he wished he would've learned that lesson long ago, just as he passed a movie store something caught his eye.
Grave encounters 1 & 2 on sale, buy one get one free.
With a raised brow Lance quietly walked into the store before going up to the front counter.
"Excuse me" Lance said to the clerk with as much politeness as he could muster,given the circumstances "what is Grave Encounters?".
'Well it's hey you're Lance Preston!" the blonde haired lady said with shock, "great movie" the woman gushed in a flirtatious voice, "you're effects were great looked almost real!".
"Thank you" Lance said tightly "now if you don't mind what is Grave Encounters?".
"Didn't you know? they put you're movie on sale the 2nd one just came out! You did really good acting looked like you actually went crazy".
A numbness feeling flashed through Lance's body, so the kid actually did get out, he must've sold the videos to Jerry. His clenched fist's didn't go unnoticed by the clerk who looked at him with slight concern.
"Sir are you alright?".
"I'm fine" Lance shot at her before taking a deep breath "I'm fine I'd like to buy both movies please" he replied softly pulling out his wallet.
"That will be 20.75" the woman said ringing up the two movies, "you might want to take an umbrella to it's suppose to rain like this all night".
"Thank you miss but I'll be fine" Lance said with a slight smile, taking the bag the young man left the store which closed with a bang. The smile faded as soon as he left the store, a murderous glint in his eye's. How dare they! Didn't Jerry have any remorse for the dead! he had just watched the whole movie unfold and still he sold it!. Not only had he solid his good name but his co workers, including Ashley!.
He wasn't sure what to think of the kid, true he had sold the movie but at the same time he had tried killing the young man. Had it been for revenge? or had he just did it to make a quick buck?. Lance wasn't sure what to think but one thing was certain he knew his next move, a cold smirk crossed the ex director's lips first thing in the morning he'd visit his dear friend Jerry Hartfield.
A/N Well there's my first chapter, i hope everyone enjoyed it. Chapter 2 should be up soon.