A.N.- Hi guys! So I have major regrets about this chapter… not sure why I just hate it. I wrote Ian's perspective from when the car dies (have no idea what I'm on about? Ohhh- you will.) and Alice's tiny part (gulp) in the middle of an exam. I have to say I LOVE my math teacher for not collecting the papers I scribbled this chapter on. Truly a boss. ^_^ He has my utmost respect.
Enjoy!
Jurassic Park Rewritten 2: Back to the Island, Ch. 7
Alice:
So I told him. All the details. Everything. Alexander kept leaning forward like an excited child to listen; but the point of me telling him about what had happened on Isla Nublar was to distract him from tying my hands. Unfortunately he remembered and tied my wrists together with a length of paracord. He looped the rope around the nearest branch and tied it off tightly but left me enough slack so that my hands rested awkwardly in my lap.
"In case you get any ideas," He said before leaning back to rest. So I sat there, fuming for most of the night until I heard Alexander's breathing even into the long deep strokes of someone fast asleep. I wriggled my hips to loosen the shirt I'd tied around my waist until I heard a small clink. Then I strained my hands to the side and twisted as much as I could without falling from the tree to grasp the sliver of glass from the window I'd fallen through hidden in the folds of the shirt. I winced as the glass cut my fingers but adjusted the shard so I could saw through the paracord. When the rope finally fell away I rubbed my wrists softly to restore circulation, then reached forward to reach for the pack Alexander had shoved the eggs into.
The bag's strap was looped around his arm and far out of my reach in my current position; but he shifted in his sleep and the strap of the bag fell into the crook of his arm where the only danger in getting the pack was waking him up.
I slowly eased his arm through the loop until the bag came free. I peered inside it to check on the eggs and saw that Alexander had stowed the pistol he'd given me in the pack as well. With a small sigh of relief I clutched the bag to my chest and clambered down from the tree ungracefully. Then I ran.
It was late at night when I slowed to a walk, and I could feel the tangibility of a storm in the air. Ian could always feel it; his hurt leg would start to ache before clouds even appeared on the horizon. I put my longsleeve shirt back on again, even though the air was humid I hope that it would at least keep me a little dry. I decided that I needed shelter, preferably impenetrable by rain or Velociraptors. Rain started to mist, then pour down on me.
Through the sheets of driving rain I saw a small building; upon closer inspection I saw that it was a maintenance shed. I wasted no time in sprinting to it, bolting inside and slamming the door behind me. I sagged against it in relief until an unseemly growl and a yell surprised me. Something inside the shed hit the door inches from my face; I could feel the door rattle with vibrations from the blow. I ducked to the floor with a shriek and tried to aim a blow at my attacker in the dark but there weren't any more attacks.
"Alice?" Someone asked quietly. Pale light flooded the shed, and my favorite chaotician was standing with his finger on the switch.
"Ian!" I launched myself at him and fell into his arms. He caught me and swung me around to kiss me on the lips. I pulled back from him for a moment to fish his glasses from my pocket.
"Here, these are yours." I said shyly. Ian took back his glasses and leaned forward to kiss me again but grabbed my fingers and held them up for inspection.
"What're those?" He said, indicating the little cuts on them from my escape.
"I cut myself on some glass while I was exploring," I said. Ian "mm-hmm"ed and pushed my sleeve up farther, revealing the raw marks on my wrists from where my hands were tied and the bruises on my forearm from Alexander dragging me.
"And what're these?" He asked seriously. I tugged my arm back quickly.
"Nothing. The light makes them look worse than they really are. Speaking of, how's your leg? Are you okay from the Tyrannosaur's tail?" I said, feeling a pang of guilt for jumping on him when he was probably sore and wounded.
"A few cracked and broken ribs, lichen and ferns cushioned me. My leg hurts like hell and there's nothing I can do about it. Quit changing the subject, Alice." Ian said in one breath. "Tereshkovak did this, didn't he?" I nodded slightly but cringed at his vindictive tone. He held my hand so tightly it was uncomfortable.
"I swear next time I uh, see him I'll punch him in the, ah face." Ian said, he was winding down off of his angry tirade and his stutter was returning. I noticed a shallow scrape on the side of his head and dabbed at it gently; then I curled up against him in an abandoned maintenance shed on an island full of dinosaurs in the drumming rain. I kissed Ian's cheek lightly before I fell asleep and I could hear him mumble "I love you" before drifting off.
Ian:
I woke up with a head of black hair in my face and something petite leaning against my chest. It took me a second to realize where we were and our surroundings. I leaned down and kissed Alice's forehead, and after a moment her eyes fluttered open.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," I said with a smirk, Alice smiled and leaned back into my chest.
"Just give me five more minutes; I've had a rough day." She mumbled. I smiled, content to let her rest for a while longer, but I heard a snuffling noise at the door.
"Alice, Alice wake up!" I hissed, she bolted upright and followed my gaze to the shed's door. Dim morning light filtered through from underneath it, but the light was broken by the stripes of shadows from something pacing outside. It hooted.
"Raptors," I said.
"They want their eggs." Alice whispered, I noticed she was clutching a lumpy bag like it was a bomb. I felt my eyes widen.
"You didn't-"
"I couldn't let Tereshkovak have them!" She protested. "He tied me up and stole the eggs; I couldn't let him take them off the island!"
"Wait. He did what?" Our argument was broken short by a crack and shuffle from the door. We could see large, three-fingered, clawed hands digging at the space below the door. A Velociraptor thrust its head into the shallow tunnel beneath the door with a crack as it strained against the door above it.
Alice pulled me to my feet and we raced to the back of the shed. The small screen door I'd entered through the night before led out the back, and some twenty meters beyond it I could see a garage. The raptors were snarling as they furiously attacked the front door; but they hadn't found the back. Yet.
"Go!" I said, I shoved Alice forward and we burst out of the shed and raced towards the garage. I heard the raptors squawk and take notice of us when we were almost to the garage. We threw ourselves inside and slammed the thin tin door behind us, enclosing ourselves in darkness.
"That's not going to hold long." Alice panted. I pulled her deeper into the garage blindly. I was stopped cold by something hard that bounced me off of its surface easily. I squinted and was barely able to make out the shape of a Jeep just sitting in the garage and waiting to be used.
It was the same kind of ugly ass Jeep Hammond had used on his island, yellow with the Jurassic Park logo emblazoned across its doors and hood.
But it'd have to do.
I jumped into the driver's seat and after a moment found the keys lodged in the visor. Alice hopped in beside me as I threw the Jeep in reverse and backed out through the flimsy tin door. Velociraptors scattered as we plowed through their midst. Alice whooped as I began to turn the car around, then the dash lights dimmed and we stopped.
"What? No, no, no, no!" I shouted at the steering wheel. The raptors crept closer, so I blared the car horn at them. The dinosaurs sprang back a little, and some shook their heads at the noise, but it only bought us a little time.
The car engine refused to start. It whirred pathetically and shuddered but wouldn't start.
"For the love of God," I growled and aimed a kick at the panel under the steering column. I winced as my leg punched through the plastic and dragged a few wires back when I pulled it out.
"Ian," Alice said fretfully. The Velociraptors were howling and enclosing us from every angle.
"Give me a minute," I muttered, trying to disentangle my stiff leg from the wires. I saw Alice reach over and push down the door lock like it would help. After a few more moments of me struggling and cursing at the wires one of the Velociraptors decided to charge the Jeep. The impact wasn't like that of a Pachycephalosaurus, but it still rocked the car.
"Ian, sit back." Alice ordered, she managed to disentangle the wires from around my stiff leg and pulled them closer for inspection.
"Give me your glasses, Ian I'm going to try something." She said hurriedly. I pulled them out of my pocket and handed them to her, then she smashed them on the dash.
"Woman, enough with breaking things!" I yelped, she ignored me and frowned as she tried to use the hinge of the frame to strip the wire.
"Oh," I said, "How very, uh, clever of you, Miss Dawson. Carry on." Another one of the Velociraptors rammed the car, then another. I winced as sparks from the wired seared my leg.
"Sorry!" Alice called from under the dash. A raptor slammed into the Jeep and dented the edge of my door where it would close. The indentation made the metal poke upward a little like an inside out umbrella. The raptor cocked its head slyly at me then grabbed the piece it had bent in its mouth.
"Oh no you don't." I snarled and grabbed the door handle on the inside just as the door began to pry open.
"Alice, honey anytime now would be great!" I shouted, there was one pop and a sizzle that sent another spark onto my leg then she screamed, "Go!". I quickly cranked the car and floored the gas pedal. Alice popped up beside me as the car took off like a shot. I shook my head.
"You women and your timing," I said, Alice tapped her singed fingers on her leg gingerly.
"Excuse me, Dr. Malcolm, but I just hotwired a Jeep with no previous experience by just fiddling around. That has to count for something." She said reproachfully, but I could hear the smile in her voice. A loud ripping noise from the back of the Jeep drew our attention. A Velociraptor was trying to wedge its way into the back of the Jeep through the canvas covering. Its taloned foot had fallen through the fabric. Alice screamed, and I swerved the car from side to side to try and dislodge the dinosaur. It hissed above us, and suddenly the forest surrounding us gave way to tall sheer cliffs ringed with thin roads. Alice began to climb into the back as more of the canvas ripped.
"What are you doing?" I shouted at her over the engine and snarling raptor.
"There should be a medical kit in here!" She shouted back.
"So?" I would have grabbed her and pulled her back, but I had to focus on not driving the Jeep off the cliffs.
Alice:
The back of the Jeep was rocking and bumping wildly, not to mention the thrashing Velociraptor leg protruding from the ceiling and trying to decapitate me. I dove on my hands and knees below the raptor and felt around hurriedly for the medical kit I hoped would be there based on the original park's Jeeps and all the junk they'd carried in their backs.
I found it and rooted through it until I found what I was looking for- an epinephrine pen. I quickly uncapped it and stood, still avoiding the Velociraptor through the widening gap in the canvas. I jabbed the pen into the animal's protruding flank and pushed it until I heard the device click. After a few more moments of flailing on the roof the dinosaur fell limp, dead. I clambered back into the front seat with Ian; he risked a glance into the backseat of the Jeep and sighed with relief.
"Smart, Miss Dawson. I thought you were going to give him a band-aid." He said snarkily,
"No, the epi-pen did the job." I said smartly. "It constricts blood vessels and opens your lungs. It can also cause seizures and death." Ian wrinkled his nose,
"But isn't it for allergic reactions?" He asked, I shrugged and checked the rearview mirror to make sure we weren't being followed as we wound through the narrow roads towards the next patch of jungle. I heard Ian hiss quietly between his teeth.
"Alice," He said softly, "You ah, you might want to get the uh medical kit again."
"Why?" I asked, reaching behind me to scratch an uncomfortable sensation on my back. I was shocked when my hand came away red and sticky with blood.
"He got you," Ian said, "From the looks of it, he got you good." I began to feel panic seep into my bones like the opposite of the blood leaving my wound.
"How did I not feel it before?" I muttered hazily. I noticed Ian was driving more carefully as white spots began flashing across y vision, how sweet of him.
"Adrenaline, maybe?" He said, reaching for me carefully and still trying to steer the Jeep. That's all I could remember before I fainted into a warm blackness not unlike sleep.
Jackson:
I was cold, and sopping wet. The rain never seemed to relent on this island. I could feel mud sticking to my face from where I was lying. The Tyrannosaur had carried me gently in its jaws through trees then had dropped me on the damp ground and left me. I could only move a little because the beast had bitten my right leg when it had picked me up. So I was left there on the floor of the jungle for what seemed like hours while I faded in and out of consciousness. I was amazed nothing smelled me or took keen notice of me, I had the fleeting thought that it was the smell of the Tyrannosaur that was warding other predators away from the area.
When I began to feel the ground vibrate beneath my cheek I tried to move my limbs but couldn't as the thuds drew closer. The Tyrannosaur stepped out of the trees silently and drew itself up to its full height, taller than a building. It sniffed the air like a bloodhound, then turned and gave small snorts into the foliage. Tiny squeaks echoes between the trees as four baby Tyrannosaurs emerged. They rolled and nipped at each other playfully until a rumbling growl from the adult shifted their attention to me. I managed to roll myself over onto my back and begin to crawl away awkwardly with my useless leg dragging behind me. The babies looked after me in confusion until the adult Tyrannosaur lunged after me and grabbed my right leg in its teeth and slowly dragged me back, screaming to the infants. One of the babies stepped forward bravely and snarled at me in a way that wouldn't have been threatening unless the adult was standing behind it menacingly. It hopped onto my wounded leg and pecked at the leg of my business trousers, then grew a little more bold and hopped onto my back.
"No, no please! I don't want this!" I shrieked. The baby cocked its head at me like it was listening to me beg, then stood so that it had one foot placed squarely on each of my shoulders. I could hear the adult dinosaur rumble in approval as I could feel the hot breath of the baby on the back of my neck. An eerie, serene sense of calm washed over me as I accepted my fate; and the one thought I had was: It was a shame to wear business clothes on such an expedition. I felt a sharp nip at the base of my neck and my torso was momentarily lifted off the ground by the scruff of my neck before I dropped to the ground again and everything swirled into white.
A.N.- I'M SO SORRY! I WAS GOING TO JUST LEAVE POOR JACKSON ALONE AND LET HIM BE DEAD BUT I JUST. COULDN'T. Apparently my horse can take selfies better than me (saying something because I hate selfies and their stigmas) and doesn't mind them… he's hilarious, that one. The countdown to early college is ON guys! 26 more days! Feel free to google Mary Baldwin College PEG Program to learn more about it and its awesomity!
Also look up this Sherlock fic: Plain, Simple, Everything But! It's actually impressively written and the OC is NOT Mary Sue canon material. Go read it, it's totally worth it!