A/:N HA! I got done by…uhh…I don't know what today is, but the undemanding public is the reason I'm not getting sleep. So yeah, I wrote this chapter while I watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail/Finding Nemo, so if it's bit, uh, out there…blame that.
xXxJay POVxXx
I was greeted by two slightly over-perky women.
"Welcome to Vivosaur Island, where the dinosaurs of ages past lie sleeping as fossils, under the earth." The brunette said.
"Yes, welcome!" the red head said.
"This is Vivosaur Harbor, Vivosaur Island's only port." I glanced at her name tag, her name was Beth. "New people come in every day, some are just fans of dinosaurs, and others are Fossil Fighters in the making!" Beth said.
"We work as support staff for the new Fossil Fighters." The red head, Sue, said.
"To become a Fossil Fighter, you'll have to visit Dr. Diggins, over at the Fossil Center." Beth told me, for some reason, I was always a very attentive listener…despite me having ADHD. I was always told my ADHD was a good thing…I never really believed it. I then noticed I was not paying any attention, this was more than likely important to.
"Whew! So much to do. So much to do…" This was a male voice. I turned in the direction; an African American man was walking down the street in a zig-zag pattern, mumbling to himself.
Beth stepped up to him, "Ermm, Dr. Diggins?" He stopped long enough to listen. "I assume you're here to take our newest recruit to the Fossil Center?" Beth asked. The man I assumed to be Dr. Diggins looked surprised, he looked me up and down, and then something clicked in his head.
"Oh, the new recruit…I'll have to make some changes to my schedule." Then he mumbled to himself and scrambled off.
An awkward minute of silence later, Beth sighed "Well, you should head to the Fossil Center to see if he has collected himself yet." Then she and Sue went back to work. Well, I was in the dark; I went to the building straight ahead. I was immediately noticed.
"Hello." The female voice was coming from up the room. The was a light brown-harried (A/:N strangely enough I think I got the color wrong.) woman behind a desk that looked like the jaws of a dinosaur. I walked over to her.
"You must be, Jay. My name is Wendy. Dr. Diggins walked in a minute ago mumbling to himself about being over-worked and needing a vacation. I don't think he's collected himself yet, so you should get checked into the hotel while you wait. The hotel is right next door to your right." She gave me a very over perky smile, and then went back to her work. I walked out of the building. As soon as I was though the doors, I sighed. They have very friendly service. I bet they all hate their jobs. I smirked to myself, that didn't go unnoticed, a group of five or six really big dudes looked amongst each other, then at me. Two of the guys jumped out in front of me. The other two got behind me, surrounding me.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The biggest with chin length messy brown hair questioned the others in his group. "You, a new fighter?" he asked me. I stayed silent, that's what is best to do in situations. Well, they didn't like me not answering. The two in front of me tackled me. The big guy walked over to me, squatted down, told is two goons to make me look up, forcing me to meet his eyes. They were brown.
"I believe I asked you a question." He said.
"Yes, I'm a new fighter, I just got here." I said, I was in no position to do things my way. He smiled, didn't tell his goons to let me up though, I was quickly losing my patience with them.
"I'm Ethan." He stood up and snapped his two goons yanked me up. "The two nice boys holdin' ya for me are Rip, and Slash." I looked to my sides; the boys holding me were obviously twins. They both had a little longer than chin length hair blond that looked like it had been heavily bleached, about three piercings on each ear, and jade green eyes.
"The fine gent' next to me here is Jason." Jason had a black buzz cut, about 16 piercings in all, and pale blue eyes. I stayed silent; I didn't want to be involved more than I had to. These were more than likely the island bullies, lovely. A thought hit me at that moment; I was their target, even more lovely. Ethan turned his back. I remained silent. He whipped around to look at me.
"It's not very polite to not introduce yourself." He said to me. I was done with it now, mainly because I was losing the feeling in my arms; maybe if I retaliate they'll leave me alone.
"It's also not polite to be a total jack-ass." I spat at him. Needless to say; he didn't like that, and upper-cutted me in the stomach. I groaned he has got a mean left. He snapped again, Rip and Slash let me go, my arms were numb, Ethan grabbed my shirt in a heavily balled fist, and lifted me off the ground so I eye-level with him, he was only about two inches taller.
"Listen meat; no one, and I mean no one, talks to me that way." He balled his other fist and raised it to be level with my face. I frowned, time to get violent. I smashed my left foot into his shin, he yelled in pain and dropped me. His goons immediately jumped me. Rip and Slash made a big mistake and split. I used my limited knowledge of cartoon antics to help me; I stepped back and that crashed into each other, and fell to the ground, but I felt a sharp pain in both my arms. Jason ran to me, he was fast for his size. He seized my arm, causing another sharp pain to shoot though me, twisted it behind me, knocked me off my feet, and then started to kick me in the ribs. I groaned, and sweep kicked his feet, he landed on his head.
I decided to run. No way would they try to mangle me in the hotel. I ducked into the door. An Asian man behind the desk noticed me.
"Ah, you must be Jay we have your room already for you, if you would come to get your key." He was probably the hotel's manager. The pain of the fight was setting in, I didn't feel like moving, but that would be suspicious. I don't know if there are rules against fighting. I mentally kicked myself; this island is all about fighting.
I slowly made my way to the desk, if he noticed that I looked like I was in pain he didn't let on. I went to grab my keys from him, and he seized my arm, I felt another sharp pain in that arm. He was staring intently right under my sleeve. I looked to where he was looking, I had a cut, and it looked deep at that.
"Show me you're other arm, please." He requested. I showed him my other arm, I had a similar cut in the same place. I remember that Rip and Slash were beside me enough to do this; I realized that was probably how they got the names.
"You got into a fight with those boys. They're bad apples I recommend you stay away from them. They bring nothing but trouble. They only use physical violence because they can't fossil fight like everyone else, they have the right equipment. But they're just no good." He said. I wondered if they pick on every new fighter.
"You can get checked in later go to the Fossil Center, show Wendy your cuts, she will take you the hospital part. These are deep cuts that will require stitches." He told me, I nodded, said a quick thank you, then ran out the door. I looked around; they must've gone to torture someone else.
I found my subconscious didn't make me stop running. I turned quickly to the Fossil Center's pathway. I slowed down, and walked in the doors, I made my way to the front desk.
"I think Dr. Diggins has composed himself, and is waiting." Wendy said.
"That's great. But can you please point me in the direction of the hospital part, please." I asked, the pain was really setting in now. She looked taken back, I showed her my arms, she gasped then took me by the shoulder, called something over her shoulder, and half dragged me into a hallway.
"Those boys are going too far, attacking people who have done nothing wrong." I could tell she was thinking aloud. She continued to mumble to herself, I tuned her out. I was prone to fights, my friends say it's because I'm too nice. Is it possible to be too nice? I didn't want to be a jerk to everyone, that might make me tougher, and I might get into less fights, but that's just not me. I've always been 'That nice boy down the street,' or 'the boy no one hates.' I wish those people knew, everyone hates the nice guy. Everyone likes the jocks, the country boys, the rich kids. Half the people I meet want to be my friends, but then a jock comes by and calls me a loser. I switched school to many times to count because I've been picked on without mercy. Nice guys finish last, that saying holds so much bearing over me. At the school I'm going back to after the summer at the island, no one hates me, I'm actually popular. I remind myself of that every day. This would be my second year there, that's by far the longest I've ever been at a school.
Wow this is a long hallway. I fit in an entire mind rant. The pain was getting worse, I had been cut but not like this. I had been losing blood, I could tell mainly because I was getting light headed. I saw blazing white lights then blacked out.
I woke up lying on a bed, I opened my eyes, those incessant white lights were still shining on me. I shut my eyes, then groaned, I immediately heard rustling of papers and urgent footsteps.
"Jay? Jay? Come on buddy talk to me." It was a male voice. I was remembering what happened; I was in a fight, and was being taken to get stitches. I had no idea how long I was out, but I did know I felt no more pain. Not in my ribs, not in my arms either. I felt great, actually.
"Jay, buddy, are you okay. Come on say something, give some indication that you're alive." The voice said again. I resisted the urge to crack a smile. I know, I know, you shouldn't mess with doctors. I heard soft foot-steps come into the room.
"Ah, Dr. Doctor, you have arrived to check on the patient?" Alright, the guy asking if I was alive was not a doctor, most likely a nurse then. I heard a stool unfold then foot-steps up it; three steps.
"Yes I have." He said in a thick, uh, Ivish accent, I think. He cleared his throat. "Jay, are you still alive?" he yell called. I laughed, I couldn't help it. I stopped when I felt several sharp pains in my ribs.
I chuckled. "Yes, I'm still alive." I looked around, I was in a hospital room. There was a short man on a three step ladder. His white hair was balding on his, massive, very elongated head. He had a green shirt on under I white lab coat, he also had black pants, with brown loafers.
"Ok, good, just checking." He said, I smiled, this doctor was very nice, probably a kids doctor. I looked over at his assistant; he had black hair, and a black shirt under his lab coat, so he was a doctor… or he stole the lab coat. He had black pants, and black loafers.
"I am Dr. Doctor." Said the short man, I kind of assumed it was him. "This is my assistant; Googoo Fluffy Kins." I cracked a huge smile, and looked at him. He sighed.
"My name changes daily, for security reasons, of course." I nodded, but my smile didn't fade.
"How bad were my injuries?" I had to ask, I was in quite a bit of pain.
"Oh, you gave us quite at turn. Four broken ribs and those cuts just reached the tendons, but none the less, you are fine now." Dr. Doctor said. Fine now? I looked to where the cuts were; there were just scars now. I felt my ribs; no bandages? How is this possible? Dr. Doctor saw my confusion and chuckled. "Oh Vivosaur island can heal broken bones and deep cuts in the time it takes to clean and revive a fossil." He and his assistant laughed good-naturedly. They looked at me. I shrugged, I didn't know about cleaning fossils, or reviving them. They looked shocked, turned to one another, then back at me.
"So, you're the new guy, eh." I nodded. "Well you need to get to Dr. Diggins right away then." I stood up, said a quick thank you to them both, then walked out of the room. Outside was like a full size hospital, trust me, I've been in tons. I looked at a map on the door. Found my route, then hung a left and dashed for it, being careful not to crash into any workers. I eventually came to the same hallway that Wendy had led me though. I dashed into the Fossil Center, nearly tripping. I looked over at the desk. Wendy smiled and pointed to a door to her left. I walked through it, ready to be a Fossil Fighter.
A/:N Dear Lord, that was a lot of filler! It has meaning though, especially before Jay passes out. And that gang that attacked him, they come in later, like when he runs around the island with Rosie. And when he becomes a level five, SPOILER ALERT: They shoot him. I will get the next chapter up as soon as I can…so on…when I get it up.