42 Chapters. 68,357 words. 225 reviews. Now, for the last chapter!

All right! The end of this story is nigh, and I have to say it's been a hell of a story. I'll leave most comments and INFORMATION ON THE NEXT FD PROJECT at the end.

Cenobia100 – If you forgot about Daniel, my plan worked XD Nope, there will not be a sequel to this story. Although, of course they'll be another project I'm working on.

Jamesss: Nope, no sequel. Look above XD

LocalTalent53: Thanks for all the comments, obviously I appreciate them. I'm glad Daniel's effect had that on you, I was hoping for such a response. I'm not entirely sure what went on with Dominique and Samuel, really, I just... didn't use them as I should've. But hey, you always have those kind of characters I think.

So, read on for the Epilogue, of Final Destination – The Saviour

Gervais bit his knuckle as he waited at home. He was too nervous to do anything other than sit and wait. It had been a hell of an experience for him, for sure. Gervais leaned back in his chair. So much stuff had gone on, good and bad. He had gone a bit crazy and had spawned a media barrage. Only two hours before had he gone on air on the most popular talk show, announced that everything he said was false, and told the police to pick him up at his home.

"Come on..." Gervais muttered, licking his lips as he waited. All in all, he wanted it to be over, and actually have a concrete end to all of this. He wanted to go to prison, get a death sentence, whatever. He wanted it to end.

Finally, after seemingly hours of waiting, a knock on the door draw Gervais' attention. He stood up with anticipation, and took a deep breath. Everything would be set in stone as soon as he opened those doors.

"As long as I don't suffer any more visions. What if the prison blew up and I saw that? Hah." Gervais laughed humourlessly, and looked to the floor. "Nah... this is it, man. This is definitely it. No twists, not turns in the road. Quite simply this is the end of the hottest bad boy at school... or used to be at school..."

The knock came again.

"Fuck it." Gervais shook his head and walked towards the door, grasped the handle and took another deep breath. "Christ this is hard..." Gervais sighed, and was surprised when he felt something hot on his cheeks. Putting his finger to it, he was even more surprised to see liquid... tears... He smiled bitterly, opened the door and presented his wrists.

Soon, handcuffs were slapped around those wrists and he was thrown into the back of police van, on a journey to what would almost certainly be his final destination.

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For the first time in as long as she could remember, Dominique sat across her mother. Isadora Elizabeth had been living away on holiday for a long while, and even before that was often away from the family and the city. Dominique could hardly remember what she looked like, sounded like, just... generally what she was like. Now, however, Dominique had tears stained on her cheeks as she listened to her mother.

"W-What are you saying..." Dominique croaked. "What... do you mean..."

"Your father didn't want to tell you. He only told me because I pressed." Isadora said primly. "He was in his final days even before he was killed by that scum. Something to do with the brain, he said. The doctor's hadn't given him a chance, but he continued to do his work."

"I see..." Dominique sniffed, before wiping her eyes with her sleeves. 'That makes sense on why Sam died when he did. He should've been safe, but he only inherited my father's last days.'

"I-I... I have quit my job." Isadora said, holding her daughter's hands. Dominique looked up in surprise. "You have always been an independent child, but me and your father didn't give you the time that you deserved. I want to repay that, and I want to be a full-time mother to you, Dominique. I want to be the parent you so rightly deserve. I fear it's too late... but... but I hope not."

Dominique stared for a moment at her mother, before breaking out into a smile and bursting forward, grabbing Isadora in a deep hug. "Thank you... thank you... t-thank..." Dominique dissolved into tears, and kept her head buried in Isadora's shoulder. Isadora merely patted her daughter on the back, holding back her own emotions and being strong for her daughter, for the first time in a very long time.

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"No way..." Jovianne looked shocked as she saw the door hanging slightly ajar.

Jessie shook his head, grasping the doorway in equal shook. Flashes of red, of blood, of Brandon's mutilated body filled his mind. "No, not again!" Jessie pushed open the door and charged up the stairs, ignoring all the other rooms but stopping outside Brandon's bedroom. Jessie rapped on Brandon's door. "Brandon! Brandon!"

No reply.

Images rolled around in Jessie's mind. A hanging rope, more razors, a bath full of blood, Brandon's dead, lifeless body. "No!" Jessie pushed open the door, and his eyes widened even further. Red covered the bed sheets, as if someone had drained the blood off of a big animal. It stained the floor in deep, reflective pools.

"N-N-No..." Jovianne shivered, and clutched Jessie's arm. Jessie turned to the bathroom, and saw red footprints leading to the bathroom. Jessie mentally put strength in himself, before stepping gingerly forward and reaching for the door handle...

The door opened, almost smacking Jessie straight in the face. Jovianne pulled Jessie back, and they both stared at Brandon, standing there in a red-stained white apron, looking completely confused.

"Eh? You two?" Brandon looked at their scared faces, then to the red-stained bed, then to the faces again before putting two and two together. "Oh Christ, no, no, it's not like that." Brandon lurched forward and grabbed a plastic container from the corner. "I completely knocked over a bucket of red paint from the cabinet, all over myself and the floor. It's not... what you think... It's not blood... paint... it's just paint."

Jessie was slack-jawed, his arm hanging slackly. He blinked slowly, before letting out a small chuckle. Jovianne giggled, before both of them burst out in relieved laughter.

Jessie reached forward and grabbed Brandon's shoulder. "Holy crap man, do not scare us like that..." he gasped, trying to bury the laughter. "We thought..." Jessie shook his head and clutched his stomach. He took a few moments to regain himself, before looking up at Brandon. "Oh... what caused you to use so much paint?"

Brandon thrust a thumb behind him, and again, Jovianne and Jessie's eye widened. The previously unfinished piece of art was completely finished, covering the wall.

It featured seemingly hundreds upon hundreds of zombies, merging down from every side, heading straight for the middle of the wall. It was in this section that seventeen individual figures stood, fighting off the zombies and doing a very good job of it.

Jessie leaned forward, noticing a familiar black-skinned man. It was a painted William, holding up what seemed to be a bastard sword. It was then Jessie noticed that all the figures were the very survivors of the school explosion. Daniel with a flaming torch, Christopher with a kitchen knife, Michelle with an intense look in her eye... everyone. Jessie was there, seemingly pulling Jovianne away from the clawing figures. Scott stood at the helm, shouting out orders and looking like a hero without a speck of blood on him. Even Kris and Gervais were in the picture, viciously dismembering the undead.

In the corner, in black letters, was a list of names, headed by: Rest in Peace. The names were as follows:

Sam Mariano
Michelle Johnson
Zoe Anderson
Christopher Palacios
Thomas White
Elliot Spikey
Dalton DiLaurentis
Scott North
Samuel Jenkins
Kris Thomas
William Bludworth

"Oh wow..." Jessie muttered as he and Jovianne looked at the fantastic piece of art.

"This is perfect Brandon..." Jovianne said brightly. "Completely brilliant..."

Brandon looked pleased with himself but tried to hide it. "Oh, I, uh, got excited last night. I figured this would work well. After all, each of us is a survivor, each of us fought for our own opinions, our own views. Despite certain peoples actions, they still did it for the best."

"Have you got a title for it?" Jessie asked.

"No, no, not yet."

"Oh, I know!" Jovianne said quickly. "How about the Survival of the Saviours? It's got a nice ring to it, and in a way, each of us were saviours. We wanted to help people and succeeded sometimes."

"I think that's suitable." Jessie nodded.

"Then that's as it should be." Brandon quickly grabbed black paint, and on top in big, black, bold letters wrote: Survival of the Saviours.

After Brandon was finished, Jessie took a breath and looked to the two. "So. What have we decided?" The question quickly made tension fill the room.

"I think the answers simple." Jovianne finally said. "We make the most out of our lives. We live as we should, with our families, our friends. I don't want to trap myself in some kind of Asylum, or always be scared of Death. I say we live without fear. Live in happiness. Become normal teenagers who are not scared of something we can't control."

Both Brandon and Jessie smiled at this.

"And if," Jovianne continued quietly. "If we are... involved in an accident, that will be normal. That will be what's meant to happen. But if we die, we die knowing that we are happy with our current lives."

"You'd make a good public speaker." Jessie laughed, before sighing. "So, it's about time we cast that fear out of our minds, isn't it?"

Brandon nodded. "From now on, we live without fear."

"We'll die in happiness, if we have to die." Jovianne finished. "I'm not sure I could ask for anything different."

The End

All right! So, Final Destination - The Saviour is over! To be perfectly honest, this has been my favourite Final Destination story to write so far. I loved the characters, and it definitely developed as I went on. It was definitely a fun journey, and I hope you enjoyed the journey as well

So, what is my next Final Destination project? Well, I'll give you a preview:

All her life, Dorothy Louella has never been afraid of darkness. While other's shivered in their blankets or kept their lights on, Dorothy embraced it, grew to love it, and grew up with it from the very day she was born. Dorothy is no stranger to darkness after all, as she has been blind from birth.

She has never experienced the colour and vibrancy of the world, but when she is hit with a vision of a devastating accident, she doesn't know what to make of it. Can she fight through the strangeness of this colourful, strange, and threatening world around her, or will everything as she knows it fall to the force known simply as Death?

This story will be called: Final Destination – Revelations. I will submit it likely next week, or even sooner. Depends.

Thank you all, I hope you've enjoyed this fan fiction, and that you will continue to view and review Final Destination – Revelations! Goodbye and thank you!