Chapter 4: Back to the Island
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APOV
At noon the next day, Jasper and I got into the limo as the driver put our bags in the back of the car. We thought it would be easier to have someone drive us instead of driving ourselves since we didn't know when we would return. I was in jeans, sneakers, a Muse concert tee shirt, and a pink zip up hoodie. I knew I was going somewhere where I wouldn't need gowns, stilettos, or silk, so I didn't pack it. My suitcase was filled with tee shirts, sweatshirts, jeans, hiking boots, and other outdoor gear.
Next to me, Jasper was in jeans and a tee shirt with Timberlands and a sweatshirt in his hands. He put his arm around my shoulders and I leaned into him.
"Do you think this is going to work?" I whispered.
"I hope so."
The driver got into the front seat and drove off. We then stopped at Edward and Bella's house, where everyone else was. The door opened and Bella climbed in, followed by Edward, Leah, Mike, Seth, Cynthia, Emmett, and Rosalie. Everyone was dressed for a hunting trip—except Rose.
"Rose, what are you wearing?" I asked, gawking at her. She had on a tight, short dress paired with diamond earrings, a diamond necklace, and seven-inch stilettos. "You do realize we're going back to the island, right?"
"I tried to tell her that," Emmett mumbled. Rose shot him a death glare.
"You may not care about what the public thinks of you, but I do. They're going to see me at the airport, and I'd rather look like this than like that," she said, pointing to me. "I still have an image to uphold."
"It's not practical to walk around a deserted island in clothes fir for a movie premiere."
"That's why I packed jeans, tees, and sneakers, okay?
"Whatever," I said, taking Jasper's hand. He gave me a smile as the limo pulled away from Edward and Bella's mansion. Twenty minutes later, we were at LAX. The driver helped us with our bags, and the ten of us made our way into the airport.
After we checked in, we went through security and made our way to the gate. I dropped my bag on the ground and took a seat on Jasper's lap. He gently rubbed my back as I stroked the back of his hand. I looked over and saw Seth and Cynthia quietly kissing. I felt bad—this was taking the place of their honeymoon.
"What's wrong, Ali?" Jasper asked me, noticing the troubled expression on my face.
"I'm just worried about David and the rest of the kids. Do you think they're okay?"
"I don't know, sweetie. We just have to pray that they are otherwise we'll all go insane."
"I'm already going insane," I grumbled as he pulled me close and kissed my forehead. I looked around the waiting area and saw a few other people taking the plane to Sydney. Suddenly, a horrible thought dawned on me. "Jasper, what's going to happen to these other people riding the plane with us?"
"Oh my god!" he gasped, his eyes widening in horror.
"I know! I can't believe I didn't think about this before! What are we supposed to do?"
"There's nothing we can do. We'll just have to hope it's not like last time."
"I don't feel good about this," I said uneasily. "Something about this whole adventure seems wrong."
"What do you want to do then, Alice? Do you want to leave David's fate up to chance? If we don't go and rescue him, he'll die!"
I sighed and realized he was right. We'd have to hope this crash went better than the last one. The woman at the desk called for first-class seating. Jasper, me, and the rest of the JAL Ten got up and gave her our tickets. Her eyes widened when she realized who we were, but she didn't say anything. Jasper took my hand, and the two of us walked onto the plane. We took two seats in the last row of first-class.
"This feels so weird," I said as Jasper put our bags in the overhead bin.
"I know what you mean," he said, climbing over my legs and sitting in the seat next to me. "We haven't been on a plane since the crash, and after this, I don't know if I'll ever fly again."
Edward and Bella took the two seats next to us, while Cynthia and Seth were in front of us. Rosalie, Emmett, Mike, and Leah were in the front row.
Once everyone else had boarded the plane, the flight attendants went through the standard emergency routine, then we prepared for takeoff.
I rested my head on Jasper's shoulder and closed my eyes. Hopefully, this would all be over soon.
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BPOV
"Can I get you anything, ma'am?" the flight attendant asked me after we had been in the air for about three hours. I looked up from my book and politely shook my head no. I glanced over at Edward and saw he was staring out of the window.
"Are you okay, baby?" I asked him, putting my hand on his arm.
He sighed. "I've been better. Flying on planes that I know are going to crash isn't exactly a daily activity." I smiled at him before gently pressing my lips to his. "That makes me feel a little better."
"Do you think the girls are okay?" I asked quietly.
"I hope so. I don't know what to think anymore. I don't know who to believe and who to trust."
"Edward, did that woman Joanne seem familiar to you?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, looking at me puzzled. I sighed and thought about it for a minute. When we were at the old church last night, something about Joanne struck me as odd. It was like I had met her before. The way she snapped at Rosalie, it all seemed familiar.
"Don't you feel like you've met Joanne somewhere before?"
"No, do you?"
"I don't know. Something about her seemed familiar, but I can't explain. Just the way she was acting with everyone—it felt like she knew us. I'm just acting silly," I said, laughing it off. Edward sat in his seat, holding my hand, thinking. "Edward, it's probably nothing. I've been really jumpy these past few days and I'm imagining things. Just forget I said anything."
He looked at me like he was going to say something, but changed his mind. I leaned against his shoulder and kept reading. We stayed like that for an hour—me, leaning against Edward, reading. Edward, looking out the window, not saying anything.
I was interrupted from my chapter by the cabin rocking. I looked at Edward and saw the expression on his face hadn't changed. I grabbed my purse and threw my book inside of it before putting the whole bag behind my back. If the bags were going to be thrown around like last time, I wanted to keep my purse, just in case.
The cabin shook again. I looked over at Alice and Jasper and saw Alice was waking up. Jasper had his arm around her and she put her head on his chest.
The cabin shook for a third time, and I felt my butt leave my seat for a moment.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please make sure your seatbelts are fastened. We're just hitting some momentary turbulence. It should pass soon." I saw the flight attendants rushing to their seats in the front of the plane and buckle in. The plane rocked again, and I was jostled in my seat.
Edward grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me as I closed my eyes and pressed myself closer to him. The plane kept rocking, but I held onto Edward. He was rubbing my back and trying to keep my calm when I heard something moving. I looked up and saw the drink cart rolling down the aisle. It must have gotten loose from its holding area. After it went past me, I stuck my head in the aisle to see everyone else. Cynthia and Seth had their arms wrapped around each other, Mike and Leah were sitting, looking straight ahead, and Emmett was holding Rosalie close to him.
Suddenly, the plane dipped forward and I heard something behind me. I turned my head and saw the drink cart was a foot from my face. It was going to hit me. Edward's arms were around my chest in an instant, and he pulled my back. The cart still managed to hit my arm, and when I looked up, I saw a large gash that was bleeding. Great.
The plane was rocking back and forth. I kept slamming into Edward every time the plane shifted. Suddenly, I felt the plane start to descend. Oh god, we were crashing again! The air masks from above dropped, and I grabbed one and pulled it over my mouth. I started breathing deeply and Edward grabbed my hand. The overhead bins opened and all the luggage fell in the aisles. I heard people screaming behind me, but I didn't want to turn around and look. I didn't want to turn around and see Jacob being impaled in the head by a piece of scrap metal.
I threw my arms around Edward's chest and held on. The plane tilted to the side, and my seatbelt broke. I fell out of my seat and landed on Alice's lap. I stood up, then fell again when the plane suddenly dropped hundreds of feet. The captain was saying something, but I couldn't hear him over all of the people screaming. I fell to the ground and crawled back to Edward. Edward grabbed my hand as the cabin filled with a bright white light. I saw the sky, the ocean, then nothing.
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The tall man with dark hair hopped out of the pilot's seat of his small jet. It had taken him 20 years to find the island after he had left it, but now, he was finally back. He looked around at the place he had grown up on, the place where he had become a man.
It had taken millions of dollars and years of his time, but he had finally found it. He looked around at the deserted island—there was no one here. Perfect. Eva had done her job well. It was too bad about her fate—he had found the wreckage of the freighter two weeks ago.
The man walked around the island, looking at the remains of the native's camp. It was interesting to see how Aro had been living these past 20 years. Even since he had exiled the man from the island, he had been planning his revenge. He finally had it now—Aro was dead by the hands of Edward Cullen.
He had found Aro's body along with the remains of his new guards—he made sure no one else would ever see them.
He walked around the beach looking around. He picked up a broken test tube and looked at it—it was probably left from the explosion. Eva had radioed him after the mission was complete to tell him everything had gone according to plan—with the exception that all the survivors from the plane were now on the ship.
He had then told Leo to go with the secondary protocol. Unfortunately, he had failed with that, seeing as the ten remaining survivors of Japanese Airline flight 2232 had managed to make their way back to Los Angeles with some cock and bull story about what happened. He was the only one who knew it was a lie.
He knew what their survival meant—investigations for him. They had already started—the FBI was looking into his finances, his activities, and his past. If he wasn't careful, they would discover his connection to the real island and everything he had done to find it.
He walked over to a tree and sat down in the sand. It was too bad about Eva—he had actually liked her. When he found the boat wreckage, he knew there was no way she could have survived. The boat was blown to millions of pieces.
He had actually shed a tear when he saw the boat—something he had never done before. He knew it was unprofessional, but he had fallen in love with Eva. After watching her around the office for the past two years, he had grown fond of the girl. She was sweet, kind, funny, and beautiful. Watching her from my office, I had always fantasized about running my fingers through her brown hair.
Just then, I heard a cough. I looked around, but didn't see anyone. I was just imagining things—there was no one here.
I stood up and went back to investigating the island, when I heard another cough, along with a faint, "Hello?"
"Is someone there?" I called out, stepping towards the tree line. I heard the leaves rustle and a woman crawled out of the trees. She had long brown hair that was exactly the same shade Eva's was. Her hands were covered in dirt and her clothing looked singed. She looked up and I gasped.
It was Eva.
"Eva! Oh my god, I thought you were dead!" I rushed over to her side and pulled her into my arms.
"Sir? What are you doing here?" she rasped.
"I'm here on personal business. What happened on the freighter? I thought you were supposed to go with the secondary protocol."
"That was the plan, but Savannah, Steven, and Carl tried to help them off, so we had to kill them. Before I could stop them, the ten of them got off the boat and blew the thing up. Luckily, I jumped off before it exploded and floated back to the island on a piece of wreckage."
"Wow," I gasped, not knowing what else to say. "Well, I'm going to take you home. After you're all better, we need to talk. We still have unfinished business."
"You mean Edward, Bella, and the rest of the survivors?"
I nodded. "I don't know how and I don't know when, but someday, I'm going to get back at them for what they did to us. They won't get away with this."
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JPOV
I opened my eyes and noticed it was unnaturally bright. I looked around and saw I was lying on a beach. I had no idea how I had gotten here. The last thing I remembered was the plane spiraling towards the ocean below us, and then I blacked out.
I sat up and looked around the area—I was completely alone. I didn't see Alice, Edward, Bella, or anyone else. I looked next to me and saw my bag, but no other bags. The plane wasn't there either. I got up and slung my bag over my shoulder before walking towards the ocean.
When I got there, I saw another body on the ground—it was Cynthia. I ran over to her and pulled her into my arms—she was still unconscious. Her bag was about 15 feet away. Carrying her, I walked over and picked up her bag.
I felt her move slightly and looked down. Cynthia opened her eyes and looked at me.
"Jasper? What happened? Where am I?"
"I think we're back on the island," I said, lowering her onto her feet. She looked at me confused.
"Where's Seth? And Alice? And everybody else?"
"I don't know. I woke up on the beach all alone. You were the first person I found."
"Shit."
"I know."
"Well, what are we supposed to do?" she asked.
"I dunno. I guess sit here and wait—hopefully they'll find us."
"Hopefully." She sunk down onto the sand and I set her bag next to her before sitting down too. I opened my bag and pulled out a shirt. I pulled off the one I was wearing—which was dirty and soaking wet—and changed into the new one.
"Jasper! Cynthia!" I heard a voice call from behind me. I turned around and saw Bella running towards us with Emmett. I didn't see Alice, Edward, Rosalie, Seth, Mike, or Leah with them.
"Bella!" Cynthia cried, springing to her feet. She flung herself into Bella's arms as Emmett walked over to me and smacked me on the back. I smiled at him as he sat in the sand next to me.
"What happened?" I asked him.
"I have no idea. I remember getting on the plane with Rose, but I woke up in the jungle 10 feet from Bella. I remember the plane shaking and a white light, but after that, everything's blank."
"Yeah. I remember the plane starting to crash, but I don't know how I ended up on the beach. What about Bella?"
"More or less the same thing. She doesn't remember anything after the cabin filled with a white light." We both heard footsteps and turned around. Leah and Edward were walking onto the beach, followed by Seth and Rosalie.
"Seth!" Cynthia screeched, running from Bella to her husband. She pulled him into a deep kiss while wrapping her arms around his neck. Edward walked over to Bella and pulled her in his arms while Emmett went over to Rosalie and kissed her lightly on the lips. I looked over at Leah and saw the worry on her face—her husband was still missing, along with Alice.
Leah came over and sat by me. "You okay, Jasper?"
"Just worried. And confused."
"Me too. I don't know what happened. And I don't know where anyone else from the crash is. Or the plane itself."
"It's weird," I said. "The first crash, I remember everything so clearly. But this one—it's all a blur. I don't know what's going on."
"Join the club. Well, I'm sure Alice is okay—she and Mike are probably just on the other side of the island trying to find us."
"Yeah, maybe," I said, not really hearing her. I was worrying about my wife—she wasn't exactly the fend-for-yourself type of person.
I looked around the beach and realized we were at our old camp—I even recognized Alice and my old hut. I got up and walked over to it. I opened the door and saw the mat we slept on eight years ago still on the ground. I laughed quietly and put my bag inside. I looked over at Edward and saw he and Bella were walking over to their old cabin with their bags.
I walked back over to Leah and helped her up. The two of us went over to the fire pit we always used to sit at and started building a fire. Luckily, we were better prepared this time. We had matches, food, and other survival supplies. Leah and I set to making dinner while everyone else settled in to their old residences.
Three hours later, the eight of us were eating rice and beans—we had to bring non-perishable items. We were planning on fishing in the morning before venturing into the forest to start searching. I looked anxiously at the trees, but heard nothing. Mike and Alice still hadn't turned up, and I was beginning to get worried.
Everyone had finished eating, so we were just hanging around the fire, waiting for Alice and Mike to turn up. Everyone eventually headed to bed except Leah and I. We sat up, waiting for our spouses to turn up. I must have fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyes, it was light out and I was lying in the sand around the sand pit.
I sat up and looked around, but I didn't see anyone. Leah must have headed to bed during the night. I walked over to our makeshift kitchen and poured some cereal into a bowl. I saw by the fire pit, eating and worrying. Alice still wasn't here, and I feared the worst.
Suddenly, a pair of hands covered my eyes.
"Guess who?" a light voice asked. I grabbed the two wrists and turned around. Standing behind me was Alice with Mike, looking beat up, but alive.
"Alice!" I said, throwing my bowl to the ground and pulling her into my arms. "Oh, baby!" I pulled her face to mine and pressed my lips to her.
"Jasper! I can't believe we finally found you!"
"Is Leah here?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, I think she's inside sleeping. We were so worried about you two. What happened to you guys? Why did it take you so long to find us?"
"We were on the other side of the island, by the native's old camp. It took us all night to walk back, plus we ran into some trouble in the jungle."
"Trouble?" I asked, looking at her.
"Yeah. We heard some footsteps, so we had to hide for a few hours. We didn't see who it was, but we didn't want them to find us, just in case."
Mike and Alice sat on one of the logs and relaxed. The three of us were sitting there, not saying anything, when we heard something moving in the trees. I turned around and grabbed a gun from the bag by the fire. I loaded it and pointed it at the trees.
"Who's there?" I called. A woman emerged from the trees. She had long brown hair and old, dirty clothes on. Her hair was unkempt and there wasn't a trace of make up on her face. I knew exactly who she was.
Sorry that it took me a little bit to update—I just didn't have a lot of time to write. I'm going to try to have a new chapter up either Wednesday or Thursday before I leave for vacation. Then there might not be an update for almost two weeks—it depends if I have access to my computer in Miami. Review, por favor!