Death Deception | Alex Browning x Clear Rivers
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Last published Fri, Sep 5, 2025
What if Alex Browning didn't die?
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As the sign fell on Carter, Alex staggered behind. Clear came to his side helping him up. "We need to get out of here." He quivered, grabbing her by the shoulders. "We need to get somewhere safe." He continued gushing in a panicked tone.
"Babe calm down-" Clear tried to get him to stop panicking but he wouldn't stop going on about death's order. "It skipped me, went for Carter. That means you're next. Clear, we need to get out of here." He rushed and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him as he began walking away from the disaster which just occurred. The police siren was wailing in the distance.
Clear shot free from his grip, "And go where Alex?"
Alex turned around to face her completely, "Somewhere safe."
"We're in Paris for god's sake. There is not one safe place here." She cupped his face in her hands before continuing, "Death will have its opportunity everywhere. You need to calm down till we get a ticket back home."
"Calm down? Clear you're next." He snapped. "God. I knew that wasn't the end. If I could've just-"
"There was nothing you could've done!" Clear yelled, causing him to stop talking and really listen to her. The police vans were almost there.
"Listen to me, we will go back to our room in the hotel and then we will figure something out, okay? Just look out for signs." She says firmly but inside she's scared to death, or should I say scared of death?
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This fanfiction takes place right after the events of the first movie.
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