Chased by Prehistory
Summary: All throughout prehistory, life has lived on the edge. But the edge just got scarier. The gang must go through thick and thin in order to survive. (The Prehistoric, F29DWN version of Time Warp Trio)
Ch. 1: The Book
Time moves slowly on a deserted island. Feelings come and go; the very edge of life seems to ebb away as one's old world dies.
Nobody except them knew what had happened in the jungle. All the others knew was that Abby wasn't with them, and the others weren't either. And that there was no hope of rescue.
Jackson, Melissa, and Eric came back from the jungle disheveled and disheartened. All they said was that Abby wasn't coming back this time. That was it. No one else really knew what had happened, and what was going to happen. Nathan, Daley, Lex and Taylor all wondered and waited until the three were ready to talk. But now it had been a week, and it seemed that they would never be ready to talk. The four accepted it, and the world went back into the previous routine. Waiting, wondering, and surviving.
But, as we all know in Flight 29 Down, routines never last long.
F29DWN
Jackson sighed, staring at the crackling fire in the middle of the camp. His mind was elsewhere, lost in the jungle. Suddenly he felt a tapping on his shoulder.
"Hey Jackson? Could you and Mel go get some firewood… please?" Daley's commanding voice asked. Jackson nodded and got up, silent until he reached Melissa. She was sitting on the wing, staring out to sea.
"Hey Mel. Daley wants us to get some firewood," Jackson said in an almost grunt. Melissa stood up and nodded.
"Okay," she sighed, and the two began to go off into the jungle. Melissa's eyes looked vacant; they lacked the warmth they once held.
Jackson was still deep in thought, however jostled his thinking might have been when Daley enlisted him didn't matter. Nothing mattered on this idiotic beach.
"So… Irritated at Daley again?" Melissa asked after they had walked for a bit.
Jackson nodded, then looked over at Melissa, "I don't know what she's getting at. I mean, we know we're back, however things weren't like this while we were in the jungle for a month. It's hard to adjust, and it's hard to accept that…" Jackson's voice caught in his throat, but Melissa understood.
"Yeah," Melissa nodded, staring off into the sky. Jackson leaned down and picked up a piece of firewood. Melissa did the same, and they continued on.
"So… how are you and Taylor?" Melissa asked, while her voice was full of bitter jealousy that she did not bother to hide.
"She doesn't like how I've changed. She tells me so… often. I'm trying to get rid of her, I guess…" Jackson stared up into the canopy of trees, his voice far away.
"Gees, are you vituperative to her?" Melissa smirked.
"I try not to be, honestly," Jackson sighed. Melissa shook her head and continued walking. The canopy of trees hovered overhead, however there was enough light so that the ground as visible, showing the multiple logs perfect for firewood. Jackson continued walking beside Melissa, thinking to himself. He felt the wisps of her hair brush against his shoulder, tickling him slightly. Sighing, Jackson tried to push the images of her being alone with him, but in a slightly different manner, out of his mind. His heart gave him away; he wanted Melissa and not Taylor. But sometimes our world isn't perfect. Jackson knew this, and accepted it.
Melissa felt slightly awkward as Jackson walked beside her. He was closer than normal, so close that her hair fell neatly next to his shoulder. Melissa wasn't playing for his games, she knew that Jackson could go and be Taylor's pet at any second. Melissa had already been broken once; she was prepared for the feelings of hurt now.
"Listen, Jackson, I have to confront you about this once and for all…" Melissa began, but in her confrontation she didn't pay attention to her surroundings. She tripped and fell over, revealing something covered in leaves. Jackson immediately ran to help her up, worried for her safety rather than what tripped her. It was probably just a log, anyhow.
"Thanks, Jackson," Melissa smiled as Jackson helped her up. Once on her feet, Melissa began to brush herself off when she saw what tripped her. It was a very worn-looking book. The book was emerald green, light enough to distinguish itself once the leaves were gone. It had gold squiggles on it, and lettering that said "THE OLDEST BOOK." Melissa looked over at Jackson, then picked up the dusty book and looked at it.
"A book here, in the jungle?" Melissa said disbelievingly, looking up at Jackson. He shrugged.
"I've seen a lot of things, but nothing quite like this. Open it, will ya?" Jackson asked abruptly. Curiosity was gnawing at his chest.
Melissa nodded and opened the book. On one side was weird lettering, at the top it said "ζắəΐωεдя." But on the opposite page it said "Permian" and had English letters in the same places as the opposite page.
"It's obviously in a different language, with different characters. But what is it, then?" Melissa asked, flipping through the book, "I've never seen letters like these."
"It's a bilingual book. Maybe it's from the natives of the island, and when the WWII soldiers crashed here they translated it into English as well," Jackson mused.
"What natives?" Melissa looked up at him with a smirk.
"Well, someone had to bring the chicken," Jackson shrugged. Melissa shook her head, suppressing laughs.
"Well, um… let's bring it back to camp with the firewood, maybe Lex knows what dialect it's in," Jackson sighed. Melissa nodded and hugged the book to her chest. At this she saw the back had similar squiggles on it, and in a small box it had written "ҲӨҸ ÞØþÄ þďįŏŇŊ" which obviously meant THE OLDEST BOOK too. It was confusing anyway.
Melissa opened up the book as they walked and flipped through it. It was talking about the past, there were many different chapters about history. But it wasn't about history like Ancient Egypt, Medieval Times, and Ancient Rome etc. It was all about prehistory, the animals and creatures that came before mankind. As Melissa went through it she saw pages on dinosaurs, wolly mammoths, and strange creatures from other times. Melissa wondered what natives would know about all these things. Jackson didn't comment, just carried all the firewood.
Who knows what will happen next, Melissa thought, and they continued towards the camp.
A/N: And so it begins. Mwa ha ha ha.