|Trespasser 2 - Prologue
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|Author:||Sk8er [ Sat Nov 22, 2003 1:38 am ]|
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Here is the first chapter in the game/"New Beginnings" sequel. Remember: you didn't have to read "New Beginnings" to read this, but in order to keep in line with both, there are some references to the story early on - but I have done by best to explain them for those who haven't read the first. Enjoy!
Anne Jones wandered out on the landing platform. The ocean lay miles and miles below her, the sea a wailing, black death calling for her. Everything seemed to be folding in.
Animals were coming from all directions. Nightmare creatures will claws and teeth, that hissed and shrieked, all snapping at her.
There was no chopper. Nobody.
No way off the island.
The animals lunged, and the ground disappeared. She fell through blackness.
Anne Jones sat upright in bed, shaking. The room was dark, and it took her a few minutes to realize where she was. A light flickered on in the hall, and the door was pushed open. There was a click, and the bedroom light came on.
â€œAnne, are you alright?â€
Anne put her palms over her face. She was sweating. â€œIâ€™mâ€¦ fine.â€
â€œCome on Anne.â€
She willingly let her wrists be pulled delicately, and she looked up into the face of her mother. Sixty-seven year old Sandra Jones stroked back the smooth, brown hair of her thirty-eight year old daughter. She smiled, but there was a hint of uneasiness in her voice as she spoke.
â€œAnne,â€ she said. â€œItâ€™s been over five years now. Youâ€™re safe.â€
â€œI know. But, theseâ€¦ these nightmares. They happen almost every night. Itâ€™s like Iâ€™m back there. Living it all over, but I never make it.â€
â€œBut you did Anne. Youâ€™re here, right now. In the house where you grew up. Everythingâ€™s all right.â€
Anne nodded, her breathing returning to normal. â€œIt was just horribleâ€¦â€
Sandra nodded, kissing her daughterâ€™s forehead. â€œWellâ€¦â€ She stood up, rubbing her wrist. â€œItâ€™s six oâ€™clock anyway. Weâ€™re up. Are you hungry?â€
Anne thought for a moment of declining the offer, but then said, â€œYes.â€
â€œOk, Iâ€™ll go start getting everything ready. You come on down when youâ€™re ready, dear.â€
Sandra Jones left the room, turning off the hall light as she walked. Anne got up, pulling open the drapes of her window. Sunlight filled her room, and she yawned. She peered out the window, at the empty yard out front. It stretched on, towards the road, where the equally large, two-story house loomed at her. On both sides of the houses was a dozen yards of forest-land, blocking out the next house on either side.
Her parentsâ€™ house was a two-story house that Anne liked to call, â€œthe Mansion,â€ although it really wasnâ€™t. She had lived here as a child, and ever since the end of 1998, she had been living here for nearly six years, trying to get away from the bustle of city life to help get rid of the memories that haunted her.
There was a car pulling up in the driveway as she pulled on a fresh pair of clothes. She looked down once at it, recognizing it, and then, turning off the bedroom light, stepped into the hall.
The phone rang downstairs, and as Anne started down she heard her mother speaking, â€œJillâ€¦ Ah, yes, sheâ€™s coming down right now.â€
There was a knock on the front door, and veering off from her path to the kitchen, she opened it. â€œAnne?â€
â€œItâ€™s been awhile.â€ Anne stepped back, motioning her uncle in. He was carrying a suitcase, and he dropped it, giving her a hug. He smiled at her, and then there was a voice from the kitchen entry. â€œAnne, itâ€™s Jillâ€¦ James?â€
Anne looked into her uncleâ€™s face. He was Sandraâ€™s brother, two years younger than she. He was a tall, black-haired man, who looked younger than he actually was. He was thin, dressed in casual clothes. Anne smiled, and said, â€œI have to get that.â€
He nodded, smiling. â€œGo ahead, we have all the time in the world to talk later.â€
She walked past her mother, who was smiling, walking forward to James. Anne heard her say, â€œIâ€™ve missed you. You said you would be here later.â€
â€œAh, wellâ€¦ Got a chance to get an early drive.â€
Anne picked up the phone, which was resting on the kitchen counter, the phone wire slightly bouncing. As she put the phone to her ear, she said, â€œJill?â€
Jill Trumanâ€™s voice filled the phone. â€œAnneâ€¦ Itâ€™s been lonely without you back here. No more setting you up!â€
Anne laughed. â€œCome on Jill. Iâ€™ve been more lonely.â€
â€œYeah, about thatâ€¦â€ Jill snorted. â€œIâ€™m trying to get a flight out there, want to see you again. How are you, uh, holding up?â€
â€œItâ€™s been five years, Iâ€™m trying to get over it. Itâ€™s getting better.â€
â€œYou donâ€™t sound too confident.â€
â€œJill,â€ Anne said, a note of impatience in her voice. â€œDonâ€™t worry about it. Iâ€™m fine.â€
â€œYou think I need another vacation?â€ Anne smiled on her end.
Jill laughed. â€œMaking jokes about it now, are we? If I had know something like that ever wouldâ€™ve happened, I wouldnâ€™t have even told you.â€
â€œNo, itâ€™s my fault. I listened to you.â€
They both laughed. Anne gazed at the wall blocking the living room as Sandra and James laughed too. Jill said, â€œIâ€™ll try and make it out there in another week or so.â€
â€œIâ€™ll bring a guy for you, then?â€
Anne laughed. Jill kept going, â€œJust kidding. Donâ€™t go anywhere.â€
â€œMiss yaâ€™ Anne.â€
â€œSame here, Jill.â€
â€œWell, talk to you later.â€
â€œBye.â€ Anne listened to Jill hang up the phone on her end, and then hung up her own. She walked out of the kitchen, returning to the living room.
Sandra looked up from her spot on the chair, as Anne said, â€œMom, I think the eggs are going to burnâ€¦â€
â€œOh, right!â€ She got up in a hurry, brushing past Anne to run into the kitchen. James laughed. â€œYour father sleeps in until noon then?â€
Anne laughed. â€œYeah, well. You know him.â€
James smiled. â€œI do.â€
Anne sat down on the couch, next to her uncle. A small television rested in front of them, and there was a reclining chair on both sides, at an angle to face the TV and the couch. The fireplace was on the far left wall, on the kitchen side. Behind them, Anne could glimpse the stairs, as well as the hall running past it to three other rooms.
The living room was a cozy little place, with the fan swirling at a low spin, and two large windows on either side of the TV brightening it all up. Anne said, â€œHow have you been?â€
â€œAh, same old stuff. Iâ€™m trying to keep the house like it was since your Aunt died. The kids come over to help sometimes, weâ€™ll have dinner together. Iâ€™m keeping in shape and keeping up.â€ He smiled. â€œHow have you been? Itâ€™s been a few since we all got together last time. What was it? Once, right? Ever since that little incident in 1998.â€ He looked down at the floor.
â€œYeah, wellâ€¦ Iâ€™m getting along. Trying to, anyway.â€
James opened his mouth to speak when Sandra came yelled out from the kitchen. â€œBreakfast! I made some for you too James.â€
James nodded, getting up quickly. â€œWell then, breakfast it is.â€
He smiled, turning away and marching off to the kitchen. Anne raised a brow, following. As she walked in, James had already started sitting down, and Anne sat across from him. There were four seats at the circular, wooden table.
Sandra set down their plates, packed with food. Eggs, sausage, bacon.
â€œGreat cooking Sandra. Youâ€™ve still go it!â€
â€œThank you James.â€
There was a thump from upstairs. Sandra set a third plate on the table, and then sat down with a fourth. â€œItâ€™s nearly seven oâ€™clock, and Billâ€™s just getting up?â€ Sandra asked.
Anne and James laughed. Sandra smiled.
They listened to the pounding of the stairs as they ate, talking about Jamesâ€™ trip. Bill Jones entered the kitchen at ten minutes past, yawning. He moved to the table, plopping down on the chair. He started eating without a word, and then looked up at James. â€œJames?â€
James smiled. â€œGood morninâ€™ Bill.â€
â€œHow you doing,â€ Bill asked, clapping Jamesâ€™ shoulder. Sixty-eight year old Bill Jones was a work-at-home farmer, with aging brown hair, and a thick build. He wore a white tee-shirt and a pair of jeans, looking ready to go out for a dayâ€™s work.
â€œIâ€™m doing fine,â€ said James. â€œYou?â€
James glanced at Anne, and his eyes faltered for a moment. Anne couldnâ€™t help but notice, but didnâ€™t say anything.
â€œCrops arenâ€™t doing so good, but weâ€™ve got enough to keep living.â€ Sandra shot a stare at her husband, but Bill had stopped talking.
They sat, talking, for a good fifteen minutes as they ate: Anne keeping to herself.
Eventually, Sandra took everyoneâ€™s plates, taking them to the sink. Bill got up, stretching, mumbling something before heading outside through the back door. Sandra looked toward Anne and said, â€œShow your Uncle his room, dear.â€
James set his suitcase on the bed, opening the window slightly to allow a light breeze to enter the room, ruffling the drapes. He was across the hall from Anne.
Anne was at the doorway, looking at her uncle, who was staring out the window. â€œUncle James?â€
She stepped into the room, turning to sit on the bed behind her uncle, who was standing at the window. He turned around, moving to sit next to her on the bed. Anne said, â€œYou were trying to tell me something on the couchâ€¦â€
â€œYes,â€ James said. â€œI guess I was.â€
He looked nervous, ready to leave and run away. Anne said, â€œWellâ€¦â€
â€œAnne,â€ he said, after a momentâ€™s pause. â€œCan you tell me anything aboutâ€¦â€
â€œâ€¦ Jurassic Park.â€
Anne almost fell to the floor. Her blood drained away. â€œW-What do you want to know about it?â€
â€œYouâ€™ve been thereâ€¦â€
â€œNo,â€ Anne said. â€œI was onâ€¦ Site B.â€
James looked up at her. â€œSite B?â€
â€œInGenâ€™s second island. Where they bred the, um, dinosaurs for Jurassic Park,â€ she sat there a moment, in silence, trying to fight away the memories.
â€œAâ€¦ Second island?â€
â€œYes,â€ Anne said. â€œButâ€¦ why do you want to know about it?â€
â€œWhen you came back, we all listened to the horrible recalls those officials were trying to get you to make. We were all horrified, trying to get them to leave you alone. The whole family came to help.â€
â€œWell,â€ James continued. â€œLisaâ€¦â€ He trailed off again, wiping his eyes. Lisa was his daughter, Anneâ€™s cousin who was two years younger than she was.
James finally continued. â€œLisa felt horrible about it all. But, for some reason, she seemed interested. She found that book, and read it several times. She wanted to see for herself, but she was keeping it a secret from the rest of us.â€
â€œSheâ€™s been going off on trips for the last year or so, coming back and forth between somewhere. When I found out it was Costa Rica, I started putting two-and-two together.â€
â€œShe didnâ€™t go to the islands, did she?â€
â€œNo, no. Thank God. But, she was going with a friend named David. He was reluctant to learn about it, didnâ€™t believe it was true. Then after she came back from one of her trips, she started getting calls from a group in Californiaâ€¦ Cupertino, I believe.â€
â€œWhat did they want?â€
â€œI donâ€™t know. She mentioned it once on one of her visits, but seemed to shy to talk about it.â€
â€œThen, yesterday, before I was packing, I found a note from her. She said she was going to Costa Rica for a few days, that sheâ€™d be back. She was going with David and that group from Cupertino. They were going on a photo gathering on one of the off-shore islands.â€
â€œOh my Godâ€¦â€
â€œI knew where she was going. She was going to go to this island with these people. I tried to call her, but she was already gone.â€
â€œDid she say when she was leaving Costa Rica for the island?â€
â€œTwo days from now. A boat is taking her. Theyâ€™re leaving at noon.â€
|Author:||Jurassic Survivor [ Sat Nov 22, 2003 1:44 am ]|
FIRST PERSON TO READ THE PROLUGE!!!! Awesome Sk8er, I really love how you put all the detail in. Can't wait for more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|Author:||Sk8er [ Sat Nov 22, 2003 4:13 am ]|
Thanks! Happy to know you enjoyed it.
|Author:||tresman [ Sat Nov 22, 2003 7:26 pm ]|
Jurassic Survivor wrote:
FIRST PERSON TO READ THE PROLUGE!!!!
I think it was a tie, lol!
Great work, sk8er
|Author:||Sk8er [ Sat Nov 22, 2003 11:52 pm ]|
|Author:||Jurassic Survivor [ Sun Nov 23, 2003 4:43 am ]|
Well, anyway when is the next chapter?
|Author:||Sk8er [ Sun Nov 23, 2003 5:27 am ]|
By next weekend - maybe sometime from the mid- to late-portion of the week, but if not, it'll definitely be up by the weekend.
|Author:||Jurassic Survivor [ Sun Nov 23, 2003 5:41 am ]|
Save it for the weekend, do that with every chapter, a new one each weekend. Thad be awesome!
|Author:||Sk8er [ Sun Nov 23, 2003 10:43 pm ]|
Sometimes I release them earlier - due to personal future stuff or something that may hinder a weekend release (although I usually always send them in to MP a few days prior, in case something happens.)
|Author:||tresman [ Sun Nov 23, 2003 10:44 pm ]|
|Author:||Jurassic Survivor [ Sun Nov 23, 2003 10:51 pm ]|
|Author:||Sk8er [ Mon Nov 24, 2003 11:05 pm ]|
Thanks to MP, the Prologue is now viewable here.
|Author:||Jurassic Survivor [ Mon Nov 24, 2003 11:08 pm ]|
|Author:||Sk8er [ Mon Nov 24, 2003 11:14 pm ]|
|Author:||Jurassic Survivor [ Mon Nov 24, 2003 11:25 pm ]|
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