Authors Note: Hey guys! So I decided that I'm going to revamp my original story, make it bigger and better. So if you liked the original please read and review the new version! First two chapters are up.

P.S I'm going to try to update every Friday, I promise :O don't look so shocked, I can do it...I think

~Lost


"We're gonna crash!"

"Okay, don't worry! I'm going to let us loose!"

Fear gripped my heart as I saw the jagged rocks get closer and closer. Waves and white foam crashed against them, making them all the more menacing.

"Let go of the ropes!"

I couldn't let go, terror had already taken a firm grip on my heart with no intention of letting me loose. I tightened my grip instead. My knuckles turned white and the palms of my hands digged painfully into the hard nylon rope, but I didn't notice. All I could think of was crashing. The boat was going to crash into rock and we were going to be hauled down. Down out of the air by our tether to the now empty boat into the deep, dark swirling waters below.

"Move your hands!"

Ben's voice snapped me out of my paralysis and back to the catastrophe at hand. I snatched my hands from the rope and tried to move them out of the way as Ben furiously worked at the knot that was tying us to our doom. If the boat hits those rocks, down we go.

This was my fault. I should have listened to Mom. We could have been walking on the beach, with dripping ice cream cones, squishing our toes into the sand. We could have gone biking down the boardwalk. We could have just continued playing frisbee. We could have done a million other things. But we didn't.

"Ahhhh!" With a heavy lurch and a terrified scream from me, we were free. The wind jerked us backward quickly, causing my head to snap back and thud into Ben's chest as vertigo overtook me.

Ben pulled hard on the side of the parachute and we banked a hard right as the wind blew us toward the island. Toward the unknown.

Maybe it's all just a great big joke. Maybe there is nothing wrong with the island and it was just some local legend told by the locals to attract more tourists.

But a small voice at the back of my mind couldn't help but panic nevertheless. If this was all a joke, where were the two men on the boa? Why was the boat sprayed with a red substance that looked suspiciously like blood?

"Its gonna be okay buddy." Ben reassured me as he leveled the parachute out, "It's gonna be just fine."

No, it's not going to be fine, I thought fearfully. How could it be just fine? Those were words adults used when they didn't know what else to say. We both knew nothing about our predicament was good. No amount of coddling would help make it seem better. We were heading off to the island of death not candyland.

The people who brought us here just disappeared, our boat crashed, and now we have to land on an island notorious for man-eating dinosaurs. No, everything's not going to be fine. Not until we get the hell off this island.

"Hold on! It's getting choppy!"

I gripped the orange life vest hanging around my neck, clenched my eyes shut and prayed we wouldn't crash into the trees below us and break our necks. Anything but that.

We fell about another twenty feet or so until the wind filled the giant red and white parasail and halted our rapid descent. The safety harness began to dig into my thighs as we were yanked up and dropped again by the rising and falling wind currents, surely leaving large bruises which were the least of my worries.

Another seventy feet and we're dead if Ben can't control our fall. I could feel him straining as he pulled on the levers that adjusted the bright sail about us. The tops of large trees with thick branches were approaching ever more ominously.

All of a sudden we leveled out.

"Yes!" Ben exclaimed triumphantly. I unclenched my teeth just enough to sigh in relief. We were only mere yards from the top of the trees below us. So close that I could make out the dirt floor of the forest between the branches and leaves.

"There's a gap between those trees over there!" I pointed to the area I was referring to as Ben pulled one of the levers and we soared above the lush green vegetation, our toes skimming over the tops.

All of a sudden the small clearing was all too near, and we misjudged our speed. Instead of gliding gracefully into the space between the trees, we crashed through the canopy, snapping branches on the way down. My ears filled with the noise of crashing wildly through branches and leaves as they swatted my face, and the panicked chirps of nearby resting birds as they fled before they were dragged down with us.

A sharp sting on the surface of my nose was accompanied by a sticky, wet feeling, as more branches scratched at my bare legs and arms. I heard Ben curse loudly as something, a limb most likely, hit his back and shoved both of us to the left. I clamped my mouth shut for fear that a branch or something worse might hit me square in the mouth.

The harness ropes got tangled in the branches and stopped us to a dead halt mid-air about ten feet from the ground, jerking us to a stand-still.

For a minute neither of us moved as we caught our breath from the fall down. It could have been worse, I told myself. At least you didn't break your neck.

"Okay, I'm gonna unhook you." Ben started pulling and unbuckling the harness attaching me to him.

"1...2...3!" The second I was free, I plummeted the remaining feet onto the moist forest ground. I landed awkwardly on my left side, with my head just barely missing being slammed into a bush. I sat up slowly into a sitting position as my left arm began to throb with the weight of my body on it and the force I hit the ground with.

"Are you okay buddy?" Ben called down to me. I looked up, forced to squint as the sunlight fell into my eyes as I looked up at Ben, nodding to signify I'm alright. It was then that I noticed a red light flashing from the camcorder at Ben's waist.

"Okay I'm gonna unhook myself now."

"The cameras still on." Why should it matter if the camera was on or off. It didn't, but I couldn't help pointing it out.

With a little shuffling Ben pressed the off button, and continued to struggle with the ropes.

"What's wrong?"

"It's the harness! It's stuck or something!" Ben continued struggling with the ropes. The frustration was etched in his face as his whole body shook with the effort of pulling the buckles apart. Watching him, I could already tell it was a losing battle. Something had jammed it.

"Arg! These damn buckles aren't coming apart!" He sighed and looked down at me. "Find something sharp, to cut the ropes with."

I looked around reluctantly, shuffling as silently as possible through the low lying vegetation around me. I didn't want to go traipsing around some monster infested jungle with no weapon.

I'd only taken five steps when an a soft clicking sound came into earshot. I snapped my head around to face a paralyzed Ben. The clicking sound was getting closer and was soon accompanied by a low, nasally growl. Recognition dawned on me as I realized what was stalking us.

"What is it?" Ben questioned nervously in a low voice. "Please tell me it's one of them veggie-saurs."

I scanned the surrounding area carefully, but didn't catch a glimpse of our stalkers.

"No...Velociraptor."

We were in their territory now.