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Day one
“I like who I am here and I’m staying. That’s final,” Darius inhaled sharply as Ben pushed past him. The jungle around him felt blurry and faded, he gritted his teeth and turned sharply. So many emotions stormed his mind, rage, guilt, sadness, fear, all swirling around in a blinding hurricane. He grabbed Ben’s wrist tightly, tighter than he wanted too and began pulling him towards the boat.
‘I promised to get them all home’ pushed to the front of his mind through the whirlwinds of emotion. “Hey! Hey!” Ben pulled from his grip, Darius immediately grabbed his shoulder, determined, no, desperate. Ben pushed him and grumbled something that sounded like no, Darius grabbed his shoulder again. He was pushed to the ground this time, he grunted jumping up, he lunged at Ben, wrapping his arms around him. He refused to let go despite Ben pushing at his face and arms.
The two boys tumbled to the ground, ignoring bumpys distressed calls. After a moment of struggle Darius spoke up. “We blew up a gondola together! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” He pushed at Ben’s arms that kept him pinned down. “I blow stuff up all the time. You’re not special!”
The knot in Darius' chest grew tighter, he pushed Ben over, reversing the situation, “ I’m trying to help you!”
Darius yelled, 'why can’t he see this, this place is a nightmare’ his head buzzed with questions that he couldn’t choke out. “By controlling me?” Ben spat back, he rolled out from under Darius. Darius hit the ground, a pain in his shoulder fueling his frustration.
Darius grabbed Ben’s leg to pull him back, being forced to let go as he was kicked at. Ben jumped up, followed by Darius who tackled him again. Darius was pushed to the ground, hitting his head against the hard dirt. The noises of the jungle snapped to silence as Darius shot upright in his bed. He clutched his chest inhaling deeply.
Darius rubbed his face and groaned, he recalled the ending of that, they made up.. then a bunch of crazy stuff happened. He stayed still for a moment, reliving the memories of Isla Nublar as he did every night. His alarm rang, making him jump slightly. He opened his phone, turning it off, Darius finally stood up and left his room. He walked through the living room and into the kitchen, sluggishly starting the coffee machine and grabbing a granola bar from the cabinet. He pulled a stool over by the coffee maker and sat down, eating his granola bar as he watched it.
The silence of the house rang in his ears, only partially deafened by the gurgling machine. It beeped to alert it was finished with the coffee and Darius pulled a mug out of the cabinet above the machine. The silence flooded his head again, a sickening static like sound. “Maybe I should buy a noise machine,” Darius joked to himself, filling the mug with coffee. He stood up and walked back to the living room, he peeked through the shades then sat on a chair nearby.
“Nah.. wouldn’t be able to hear anything that way,” he blew on his coffee gently before taking a sip. His face scrunched and he groaned “I’ll never get used to it,” he placed the coffee on a small table next to the chair. Mornings always passed so slowly, following the same dull, lonely routine was bound to get slow. However, Darius had accepted the slowness, it meant safety to him.
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Darius found himself struggling to work through some papers he had been avoiding for days. He glanced at the window, “Maybe.. some sunshine will help,” a small smile dawned his face. He grabbed the papers and slinked out onto the porch. A raggedy looking table and chairs left by the former owners of the house was waiting for him. Darius brushed some leaves off a chair and sat down, the table was grimy and he did his best to rub it away. He gave up rubbing the table and started his work, he inhaled deeply the fresh air revived him in a sense. The songs of birds and insects made him feel less alone, drowning out the brain melting silence.
Darius worked happily for nearly an hour, before things started happening. The birds had stopped, that’s fine, maybe they had just moved on. The insects silenced, strange but not crazy. A stick snapped, just a little too loud and a little too close, just a deer. His cans rattled, it’s the wind.. was his wind chime moving? The floorboards creaked behind him, like something large and heavy had taken a step closer,Darius finally jumped up, his pencil flinging out of his hand.
Nothing.
Nothing was there, Darius groaned, he was too paranoid. He thought of those cartoonish depictions of people who believed aliens are going to take over in shows. The cans on ropes, the trail cameras, he had just become one, but with dinosaurs. Darius gave one last glance around the area before he picked up the papers and pencil, abandoning his outside work post. He entered the dark house and set back at his desk, he slid the papers away, they could wait a little longer.
Hours passed like minutes as Darius obsessively scrolled through Dinosaur tracking sites, sighting lists and other similar sites. Something he had begun to do daily, he monitored how near they were to his general location. Before he knew it night had fallen and his stomach was hurting, Darius begrudgingly stood and walked out of his room towards the kitchen.
A loud jingle came from outside, the cans he had set up. Darius froze, looking at the door. Was it the wind again? Surely not.. Darius silently stepped to the door and listened, he could hear footsteps approaching the steps just outside, no doubt about it. He grabbed the taser stick he had acquired a while back from some shady website and braced himself. He flung the door open and shoved the taser stick out, something stopped it. “Darius!” He knew that voice..He hesitated momentarily before opening his eyes.
“Ben?”
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