Stupid Sociopaths
It was now Friday, Ian was still taking some time to get used to the island before he would finally talk to his mom and show her the support that she was wanting from him. Alice had to control herself from not breaking out of her paddock to hunt down and kill Ortiz. Owen, Claire, and Ryan were heading to the room that Zara used to stay in to see if they could find anything that could help them with the mystery of the drop off bag.
"Gabe, what the hell were you thinking?" asked Styler as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "You weren't supposed to say any of that to Alice right now. I know that you want to get rid of her now, but first, you need to get rid of the others. That should be your main priority right now."
"Why can't we just get rid of her now?" asked Ortiz.
"Because that's not how the plan is supposed to go!"
"Well, since it's our plan, why don't we just change it a little?"
"A little? Gabe, you just skipped to the ending! You were supposed to get Alice to trust you, not to hate you!"
"Well, what did you want me to do?"
"To control yourself and to get her to not hate you!"
"Why? Why shouldn't I be able to express my hate after what she did? Why shouldn't I tell her that she deserves nothing more than a cruel, slow death? Don't you see Roberto? Everything seems to revolve around her."
"How?"
"Listen, everything that is going on right now, leads straight to her. The drop off bag leads back to her, don't you see?"
"That's just one thing Gabe."
"Just wait, a few more things will happen that will end up going back to her."
"Like what we found at the old Visitor Center?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Gabe, you know that I love you. You know that I would do anything to get you to be happy. You are a drug lord, a mad man, a religious fanatic, a king pin and a sociopath."
"Tell me something I don't know Roberto."
"You're all that, but there is one thing about you that can lead to your downfall."
"What?"
"Gabe...you're stupid."
Ortiz stared at his assistant with a confused face and then said, "Roberto, do you want to die?"
"I told you that we should've taken what we found from the Visitor Center, but you said to leave it. Gabe, I'm telling you, what we found, will ultimately be your downfall, believe you me."
"How? The plan, regardless of what we found, is full proof."
"No, Gabe. If there's one thing I learned about you, it's that, even though you're a notorious man and all, you suck at covering up your tracks. That's why I'm your favorite assistant Gabe. I'm the one who's always busting his ass to cover yours."
"And I greatly appreciate the hard work Roberto. Look, I'm sorry that I messed up the plan."
"It's fine. We just have to find a way around what's in the old Visitor Center, and Alice's newly found hatred for you."
"What do you suggest we do?"
"Let me think it over. For now, just stay here, and don't go around pissing off anymore dinosaurs, especially the velociraptors and Rexy."
"Right Roberto."
Styler then began to think about how to refrain from Gabe's newly arising problems.
Ian was sitting between Lowery and Vivian's desks and watched as they typed away. Ian then pulled out his laptop and began to type furiously.
"What you working on Ian?" asked Lowery.
"An essay on the arteries of the human body," replied Ian as he continued to type.
"Ah, interesting."
"Yeah, it's really not."
"But," said Vivian, "I thought you enjoyed medical stuff like that."
"I do. But, I also enjoy a lot of other things. Medicine and Technology have been my main focuses for a while now. But, now that I'm here, I'm thinking about changing my major."
"Like, in genetics?"
"It's something that I've been growing fonder of."
"Well, why don't you just look at all the jobs that we have on the island, and then try picking a major that would help you get that job?"
"If push comes to shove, just come and work here at Control. It's literally the easiest job here."
"You only say that 'cause you're a tech geek, Lowery."
"That...is true."
"No, he's right," said a worker inside of the room.
"Yeah, I could do this with a hand tied behind my back," added another voice.
"Wow, some people don't know how to mind their own business," said Ian as he scanned the room.
"Well, they're not wrong," said Vivian.
"Really? You think that this job is easy?"
"Well, yeah. And, it's probably the safest. You don't have to go anywhere except for the bathroom when you have to use it and to grab a bite to eat when it's your lunch break."
"Hmm...Control is an option."
"Just keep it in mind when thinking about what you want to do here when you're a little older."
"Okay."
Ian then continued to type on his laptop as Lowery and Vivian went back to working.
Owen and Claire were taking a walk through the Jurassic World Botanical Garden. Claire suggested visiting here after being stressed out a little lately. She liked coming here because this was where she would find peace and relaxation. This was Claire's Bamboo Forest. Claire looked around and admired every plant and flower that was sprouted throughout the whole garden. All the different colors mixing together on the pedals of the prehistoric plants were truly a sight for the eyes to behold. Claire also liked the sweet fragrance wafting in the air. The smell reminded her of honey, cinnamon, and cherry blossoms. Claire took in a big whiff, and all the scents mixed together, flaring her nostrils and then let out an exhale.
"It truly is beautiful here," said Claire.
"It is," agreed Owen.
"You don't have to lie to Owen. If you're not comfortable with being in a garden, then all you have to do is tell me."
"What? Claire, I'm perfectly comfortable. You know, one of my ex-girlfriends tool me to Washington DC as a celebratory spot for our six month anniversary, and where did we end up spending most of our time? The Botanical Garden."
"I see. Well, we only have to be here a few more minutes, I'm feeling way better than I was this morning."
"That's good."
"Thanks for coming here by the way. I don't think I've ever dated any guys who were so...oh, what's the word?"
"Hot?"
"Don't flatter yourself Owen. I mean, so...open."
"Open?"
"Well, you know, so willing to hangout where the girl wants."
"Well, I just thought, if I want to keep you happy and this relationship going, then I figured I have to go wherever you want, except for the bathroom of course."
Claire rolled her eyes as she let out a chuckle and then decided that she was fully relieved and both she and Owen left the garden.
Ian finished typing up his essay, and then decided to go and see a few more attractions that the park had to offer. He wanted to see his uncle's raptors, but Owen told Ian that he would have to wait for a little until he got to see them. So, Ian decided to then go and visit Alice. Ian walked into the viewing room and then looked through the glass to see if Alice was close by, but she wasn't anywhere to be seen. Ian then heard the door open behind him, and a man with short dirty blonde hair entered.
"I'm sorry, I thought guests weren't allowed here unless it was one of Alice's shows," said the man.
"I could say the same for you," responded Ian.
"Well, unless your boss owns Alice, then I think I have more of a right to see her than you do."
"Well, my uncle is her caretaker, and his girlfriend is the CEO of Masrani Global. I'd say I have just the same amount of rights to see her as you do."
The man let out a chuckle as he said, "Robert Styler."
"Ian Grady," said Ian as he shook Styler's hand, "So, who's your boss?"
"Gabriel Ortiz, CEO of InGen."
"Interesting. Why does that name sound so familiar to me?"
"I don't know."
Styler was curious. Why would this kid know Gabriel? Well, then again, Gabriel being a drug lord, some of his actions have appeared on the news. If this kid figured out that Gabriel is a mad man, then he would probably tell Claire and Owen, and then they'd set Alice loose to hunt the man down and kill him.
"Wait. You mean, Gabriel Ortiz, the Geneticist?" Ian asked slowly, as he took a few steps back until he was backed up against the window.
Styler didn't want to do this, especially with the cameras around. So, instead of pulling out a gun, he slowly approached Ian and whispered into his ear, "If you tell anyone, consider you, and your family, dead."
Ian wasn't scared, but he sure knew when not to panic. He couldn't show Styler that he was scared, because then it would show that Styler that he was in control.
"I can't make any promises."
Styler then placed his hand around Ian's neck and pressed him harder against the glass.
"Listen to me, you will not spill anything, or else your mother will receive a slow painful death. After we, do other things first."
Ian's eyes widened and then a rage built up inside of him. Ian kicked Styler away and then he wanted to run for the door, but Styler was in his way. Styler then pulled out his gun, making Ian turn around, and jump through the glass window. Ian expected to hit the ground and break his legs, but, in the nick of time, Alice caught the boy and set him down on the ground.
Why did Ian just jump through the glass? Alice looked up and saw Styler holding a gun in his hand. Styler stood still, while holding the gun, pointing it at Alice. Alice let out an intimidating growl, letting him know that he better put the gun away, or else.
"You think you scare me, you worthless animal?" asked Styler.
Did Ortiz and this Styler guy want to die so soon? Alice let out a bark, but Styler didn't flinch.
"It's going to take a lot more to scare me than just barking."
Ian was hiding behind Alice as he watched Alice and Styler confront each other. Ian was wondering why Styler cared so much is Ian spilled to Owen and Claire about Ortiz. Would they really care that much if he was a drug lord? Well, with what Ian just went through, they probably would care. But, Ian couldn't tell anyone about what was happening. Ian began to think, if he broke the glass, which should be more durable by the way, wouldn't an alarm go off or something? And if so, that meant that Lowery and Vivian were seeing Styler holding a gun to Alice. Man, what a stupid sociopath.
Lowery and Vivian were having a nice conversation about some of the crazy things that they used to do in high school, until an alarm started blaring.
"What is it?" asked Lowery.
"The glass was broken in Alice's paddock!" yelled someone inside Control.
Lowery then switched the screen to view Alice's paddock. They saw Alice looking through the broken glass, but they were wondering what she was looking at.
"Was Alice trying to break out of her paddock?" asked Vivian.
"No, it looks like something might've ticked her off," said Lowery.
"Or someone."
"Who would be stupid enough to tick off an Indominus Rex?"
"Someone with a death wish."
"What do we do? She isn't showing any signs of breaking out."
"Let's just send the repair team down there so that they can fix the glass. We're going to have to close Alice's paddock for today. It'll be back up on Monday."
"Repair this is Control. We are requesting a glass repair for Alice's paddock. I repeat, we are requesting a glass repair for Alice's paddock."
Styler looked at Alice and then said, "You may have won for today, but you wait. You'll get yours one day."
Styler put away the gun and then ran out of the viewing room.
Alice turned around and looked down at Ian, who was hiding behind a bush inside of the brush. Alice let out a chitter, telling the human that everything was going to be okay.
"Whew, thanks Alice," said Ian, "I owe you one."
Alice nodded her head as she then walked into the brush and disappeared. Ian decided to get out of the paddock as soon as he could so that they wouldn't think that he had anything with the glass, even though he was the one who broke it.
Claire and Owen were driving back to Main Street when Claire received a phone call from Lowery.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Uh, Claire, we've got some bad news," said Lowery.
"What?"
"Well, see, we don't fully know, but we think that Alice broke the glass in the viewing room, and might have tried to escape. But, we're going to check out the surveillance footage to see if we can find anything."
"Okay. I'll go to Control, and Owen will go to her paddock. Thanks Lowery."
Claire hung up the phone and then told Owen, "Something happened at Alice's paddock. I guess, she or someone broke the glass and they think that she might've tried to break out again."
"You really think that she might've tried breaking out again?" asked Owen.
"I'm not saying that I believe it, but, it's just a possibility."
"Right, well, let's just get down there."
Claire hit the gas and continued to drive.
"So, now who's the stupid sociopath?" Ortiz asked Styler as he paced back and forth in front of his assistant, who was sitting in a chair.
"I'm sorry, but that kid knew who you were, okay? He could've ratted you out," replied Styler.
"Roberto, did you not stop and think, that he would've simply told them, and then they wouldn't care?"
"Yeah, okay Gabe, 'cause if someone were to tell me that a man like you, who is worth a fortune, I would just simply let him be."
"What's your point?"
"Gabe, if that Ian kid told someone, and then someone were to rat you out and capture you, they would get money, and you would get the death sentence."
"People aren't that obsessed with money."
"I'm sorry, are we living in the same world?"
"Look, now it seems like I'm going to have to cover for your ass, hm?"
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to call our man in Control and see if he can input a data error so that he can delete the surveillance of you confronting Ian and Alice."
"Can he do it that fast?"
"He's the one who always checks surveillance first, I'm pretty sure he would've already seen it. He's probably deleting it at this very moment."
Lowery, Vivian, and Claire were looking at the screens, trying to find the surveillance of what happened at Alice's paddock, but, they couldn't find anything.
"Lowery, what's going on?" Claire asked.
"I-I don't know. It's like the surveillance just disappeared," replied Lowery.
"What? That doesn't make sense. How could the surveillance disappear?"
"Someone must've deleted it."
"No, that's not possible."
"It is possible."
"But, that means-"
"Someone doesn't want us to see what happened."
"But, who?"
"I don't know."
Lowery began typing furiously, trying to find any glimpses of anything that was going on out side of Alice's paddock, but couldn't find anything.
"Man, this person must've moved effective immediately once they heard that there was a problem at Alice's paddock," said the tech geek.
"Lowery, I want you to focus now on finding out who erased the video files so quickly," ordered Claire.
"On it boss."
Claire stood up straight and then began to scan the room. Who was it that erased the surveillance.
"Your ass has officially been covered Roberto," said Ortiz.
"Thank you, but that still doesn't help much since Alice and Ian know about it," said Styler.
"Look, I've thought of something. Though it might not sound very good, I suggest that we try our best to build trusts with Ian and Alice."
"Are you high right now Gabe?"
"No, Roberto, please, just do it. It'll help us keep to the plan."
"Okay, fine."
"Good."
Ian had gotten out of Alice's paddock and headed over to the Innovation Center, where he ran into Zach and Gray.
"Hey guys," said Ian, "what's up?"
"We were going to head to the Water Park," replied Gray, "do you want to come with us?"
"Uh, sure," responded Ian.
"Great," began Zach, "meet up with us at the Water Park in twenty minutes. Sound good?"
"Yeah. Sounds like a plan."
"Okay. I'll send you a text when we arrive."
Ian nodded his head and then followed Zach and Gray back to the hotel.
Owen had finally arrived at Alice's paddock, and went inside and found her lying next to the pond.
"Alice," he began , "what happened?"
The Indominus turned her gaze to the raptor trainer and shivered her jaws, telling him that it's not what he thinks.
"Did somebody do something to you?"
Alice nodded her head.
"Did they anger you?"
Alice wished she could tell Owen that Styler had kind of pissed her off, but she first had to tell him that she was threatened, by Styler, and by Ortiz. Alice shook her head.
"So, who broke the glass?"
Alice pointed at Owen, confusing him a little.
"I broke the glass?"
Alice shook her head as she pointed at Owen again.
"Somebody I know broke it?"
Alice nodded.
"Was it Zach, or Gray?"
Alice shook her head.
"Was it Ian?"
Alice gave a single nod of her head.
"Why?"
Alice let out a chitter, telling Owen that it was because Styler was going to kill him.
"I'll ask him later. Thank you Alice."
Alice let out a soft croon. She was happy that Owen knew that she didn't do anything to try and break out. Alice wanted redemption, not damnation.
Ian, Zach, and Gray arrived at the water park, and found a few lounge chairs, where they set their stuff down. Ian wasn't planning on getting into the water, so he stayed with their belongings, as Zach went with Gray to go down a few of the water slides. Ian lied back onto the lounge chair and closed his eyes. Ian began to wonder about why Styler threatened him. Ian wasn't planning on telling everyone in the world that Ortiz was a drug lord. He didn't care. Ian decided that he would then steer clear of Styler, unless Styler were to apologize. Ian was disturbed from his thoughts when he heard someone speak to him.
"Hey," said a female voice.
Ian opened his eyes and saw a girl, five feet and four inches in height, straight, dark drown hair, hazel eyes, and a nice body. The girl was wearing a black, two piece bikini.
"Hi," Ian said with a smile, "can I help you?"
"Yeah, I need help putting on sunscreen. You think you can help me out," replied the girl.
"Uh, sure."
"Great."
The girl then handed Ian the bottle of sunscreen, and Ian began to rub it on her back.
Zach sitting down on the ledge of the pool with his legs submerged in the cool water. He watched as Gray came down a slide, screaming his head off. Zach turned his head and saw Ian rubbing the sunscreen on a girl. Zach didn't understand it, but he felt, a kind of, small jealousy? Zach shook his head from his thoughts. He wasn't...curious. He broke up with his girlfriend because he just wasn't into her. She had felt the same way about him, but that was mostly because Zach wasn't the best boyfriend. Zach didn't know what eh was going through right now. He needed guidance, and Ian was the only one helping him get through it, and Zach was grateful for that.
Ian had finished putting sunscreen onto the girl, and she got up and turned around to look at him.
"You know," she began, "if you want, I'm not doing anything later, so we can meet up at the coffee shop and have a cup of coffee."
Ian looked over at Zach, who was staring back at him. Ian then said, "Sure. Seven sound good?"
"Perfect."
The girl then walked away and Ian went back to dozing off.
Owen, Claire, and Ryan arrived at Zara's room and they entered inside. The room had been fully cleaned out, but no one had made a reservation to stay in it yet. So, they had a lot of time to search through it.
"If they cleaned out the room," began Ryan, "what makes you think that we're going to find anything in here?"
"It's worth a shot to see if anything is in here," replied Claire.
The three split up in the room and began to search. Owen checked the bathroom, Claire checked around the bed, and Ryan checked the closet. Ryan saw the safe box that every hotel room had. Ryan wondered if there was a pin for it, but he tried opening it first. And, to his surprise, it was open. He opened the box and then put his hand inside. He felt a piece of paper inside. He then pulled it out and saw a list of numbers.
"Uh, guys, does this mean anything to you?" Ryan asked.
Claire and Owen walked over to Ryan and inspected the numbers.
"What do these numbers mean?" asked Claire.
"And why are a few of them circled in red?" asked Owen as he pointed to the numbers that were circled in red.
"I don't know. Let's show this to Lowery, maybe he can make sense of this."
Owen and Ryan nodded their heads, and the three exited the room and went to Control and showed Lowery what they had found.
A small incident occurred at Alice's paddock. Ian was receiving help from Control to find out what he was going to major in. Zach was feeling something weird when he saw Ian with another girl. Owen and the others found a mysterious list of numbers. What does it mean? Ortiz and Styler aren't having the best time. They angered Alice, and were now on her murder list. Man, they really are stupid sociopaths, right?
A/N: Turtles! How's life going? I know, that it's a little weird that some chapters are longer than others, but, that's just how I am when writing these chapters. I just wanted to address a little thing: Turtles, my beautiful turtles, for those of you who might be wondering about it, I'm sorry if I'm crushing a dream of your or something, but, Zach and Ian are not going to become a thing. I am not planning divulging into their relationship. It is not on my agenda, nor is it on theirs. Ian is straight, and Zach is just at a conflict of emotions right now. I'm thankful and grateful that you guys were able to bear with it for the past two chapters. Ian is just going to help Zach out, but that's it. They are just good friends, and they will always remain that way. I just, wanted to clear the air on that one. Anyway, I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter! I also hope that you come back for more. Review, if you want, and stay tuned for more of this story!
'Til Next Time!-TM341
