Hello fanfictionites! I was bored one day after watching all three Jurassic Park movies, so I decided to write what might be passable as a fourth film, only in words, not pictures. Please read, and give me feedback! Thanks!
Tears dripped from Alexis Murphy's eyes as her grandfather's body was lowered into the ground. She pulled her little brother, Tim, closer as she thought about her grandfather's life.
… John Hammond was an ambitious man, full of many dreams, some of them impossible. He yearned to bring dinosaurs back from extinction, and he did. He set up a park and called it Jurassic Park. In that park visitors could see dinosaurs, real, live, dinosaurs. But that park would be deadly. Because of one worker, Denis Nedry, the systems were shut down and four people eaten, Denis himself included. Alexis and Tim witnessed many horrors on that island, and tripped and nearly fell into the arms of death many times. Years later, more people were killed because of a Site B. Years after that, more people were killed, on the same Site B. Those events lead us to where we are now, John's funeral…
"Lex!" a man called. Alexis, better known as Lex, turned to see a man in his sixties hobbling towards her and Tim on a cane. Her face lit into a grin, recognizing the man. "Doctor Grant!" she called, and walked to the man. Also on Jurassic Park (or Isla Nublar) with her, Doctor Alan Grant saved Lex and Tim several times. They had grown close, and Lex considered Grant more like an Uncle than a man. He embraced her and Tim. "Alan?" a voice called, and they turned, seeing several more Isla Nublar acquaintances, Ellie Sattler and Ian Malcolm, with his wife Sarah Harding.
"I never expected you guys to be here," Tim said. Alan, Ellie, and Ian glanced at each other and finally Ian said, "Well, I sure wasn't planning on it. Not to be offensive, but your grandfather and I, um, didn't exactly see eye-to-eye about most things."
Lex and Tim nodded, while Grant continued, "We were called here, about Hammond's will, apparently. Lex, Tim, have you read his will?"
Lex and Tim were confused. They had heard nothing of John's will. Behind them, a man cleared his throat and they turned to see Nick van Owen standing behind them, along with someone who had to be Kelly Curtis-Malcolm. "Kelly, what are you doing here?" Ian asked. Although his question was clearly directed towards Kelly, it was Nick who answered.
"We were both called here because of his will."
There was an uneasy feeling amongst the group. There was something seriously wrong.
Shortly after the dinner was over, a man in a suit and tie walked up to the group. "Greg Gennaro," he said. "I need to talk to you."
… It was a dark night, rain everywhere. A dark mass loomed in the air- it was a Tyrannosaur, it had to be! Lex saw the door open and the man run, run into the bathroom…
"You don't happen to be related to Donald Gennaro, right?" Lex asked. The man looked at her with cold eyes and said, "In fact, I am. I was his brother."
… The bathroom collapsed, and the man inside shook. In a blink of an eye, he was grabbed by the Tyrannosaurus Rex. The T-Rex swallowed- most of- him…
Grant and Malcolm shuddered at that final memory.
Gennaro the second led them into a room, where three other people were: the Kirby family.
Gennaro II sat behind a desk, while the rest were left to find seats, and some had to resort to sitting on the floor. Gennaro II cleared his throat, and pulled out a piece of paper. "This," he said, "Is the will of John Hammond. In this will, there is a despicable piece of information, directed to the knowledge of only you people sitting right here."
Grant's heart pounded in his chest. What, oh what, could have John Hammond been hiding from them? It had to be something about Isla Nublar and Isla Sorna, the people here had obvious connections to them.
"The will of John Hammond, ah, here it is. To Alan Grant, Ian Malcolm, Elizabeth Sattler, Alexis Murphy, Timothy Murphy, Kelly Curtis-Malcolm, Sarah Harding-Malcolm, Nick van Owen, Eric Kirby, Paul Kirby, Amanda Kirby, and Billy Brennon- wait, speaking of Billy, where is he?"
The door burst open and a panting Billy Brennon walked in. "Sorry I'm late, I was at a meeting," he panted, sitting down next to Lex on the floor.
Gennaro II shook his head slowly, and continued reading. "You twelve know about Islas Nublar and Sorna. You have all been to there. You know how Isla Nublar was the tourist attraction and Isla Sorna was the mastermind behind it, the place where all the action happened. They were both destroyed. But Isla Sorna was not big enough to support the entire population of an entire park. There is a Site C. Isla Muerte is located just off of Isla Sorna, before Isla Sorna met its ultimate end. In Isla Muerte, tasks such as the ones performed on Isla Sorna were performed. Dinosaurs were created. And now, there are matured dinosaurs living on that island. You twelve have the right to know."
Gennaro II finished, looking at the reactions of the group. They were similar: open mouths, shocked expressions. Gennaro II smiled grimly. His work here was done.
... Fifteen years later ...
Jennie's POV
I swear that there is nothing worse than stuffing eight teenagers and four adults into a tiny plane to a trip to Machu Picchu. Warning: if you ever try this insane act, pandemonium will surely follow. I was sitting next to my BBF4E (Best British Friend 4 EVAH!), Elina Ford. Along with us on this plane were my boyfriend, Bret Michael-Leon; my friend, Ella Cray; Ella's friend, Tara Zavianavar; Tara's boyfriend, Jack Delmonteo; and the dreaded Missy Olaine and Cole Varner, the cheerleader and the jock that deserve to die. The chaperones were two teachers (Ms. Harris- evil and Mr. Samuel McDonald- awesome) and two parents (Missy's dad, Xavier and Jack's mom, Aria). Let me just tell you this: four adults are NOT, I repeat NOT enough to handle eight teens. We were pelting peanuts at each other, screaming, and (in Missy and Cole's place) having a make-out session in the back of the plane. Don't you just hate the moronic nature of stupid, stuck-up, snobs? I sure do.
I sat next to Elina Ford. Elina is a stereotypical British chick, with a funny accent (don't tell her I said that), good grades, and stunning beauty. When she moved here, she was made fun of by countless jerks. And then it was Jennie to the rescue! Ever since then, we've been best friends. She has long strawberry blond hair, straight teeth, chocolate brown eyes, and flawless skin.
In front of us are Bret Michael-Leon and Jack Delmonteo. It doesn't seem fair for me to give a description of Bret, me being his girlfriend and all, but I will anyway. Bret has cream-colored skin, shaggy black hair with natural brown streaks, and mesmerizing hazel eyes. He has a strange sense of humor, and can be a pervert at times. Besides his flaws, I can't live without him. Meanwhile, Jack has tan skin, brown eyes, and brown hair. He shares a similar personality with Bret.
Behind Elina and I are Ella Cray and Tara Zavianavar. Ella has straight blackish-blue hair and grey eyes. She has pale skin and she barely ever talks. Tara has wavy dark red hair with green extensions, green eyes, and she's 99.9% German with .1 percent Irish in her (that's where she got the red hair), so she's white. Tara's dating Jack, and they are the PERFECT couple. Among that, Jack has had a crush on her since the fifth grade.
Missy is evil. She has bleached blond hair and tanned skin. She's the biggest jerk in the world, and Cole just follows her every command.
"YO, MOM, WHERE ARE WE NOW?" Jack yelled at his mom. Mrs. Delmonteo rolled her eyes and said, "We're somewhere over Costa Rica. And stop yelling! You don't want the pilots to crash the plane, do you?"
Just like karma, the plane shuddered. I jumped, because I've had an irrational fear of flying since I was seven. One of the pilots voice came over the intercom and said, "Hello. Not to worry anyone, but we're having slight engine problems. We've caught sight of an island down below, so we're going to land there and try and fix the engine, and see if any locals can help. Don't worry."
We heard groans coming from in front of us, where Jack and Bret were sitting. We were feet from landing, when the plane just suddenly dropped. We all screamed like babies, and clearly felt the impact from the landing. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was a voice saying, "Where are we?"
Don't worry about all the typical teenage stuff, things will get gorier and more violent. It's not all going to be 'La la la, my name is Jennie and I'm a teenager! La la la.' I would never write a story like that. Please comment!
-Midnight Cheesecake O.o