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Jurassic Park, Rebirth - Chapter 3
By JPfan4life
Logo by SpinoMonkey
JURASSIC PARK, REBIRTH
CHAPTER 3
Donovan sat in a room on the boat, listening to the radio very loudly. The song, "Back in Black" by ACDC was playing and he turned up the volume. He was banging his head, while cleaning and inspecting some guns that were on the boat. Chelsea was sitting in the room with him, and just stared at him. The fact that this man now had firearms was extremely nerve-racking. Donovan was a big man, probably around six feet, maybe more, but very muscular. There was something about him that Chelsea noticed, although he was a big tough guy, she could tell he had a soft spot in him, and she wanted to find it. It was obvious he was here for money or some material gain; he didn't exactly seem evil. She could tell by the look in his eyes and the way he talked to her.
"Greg, turn that stupid radio down!" a voice said loudly and angrily. Chelsea looked to the doorway and saw a man she had never seen before. Donovan looked to the door, and stood up immediately. He ran over to the radio and turned it off and left the room. Chelsea was all alone now in the small room with a man she did not know.
"Chelsea Grant…" he said quietly. Chelsea nodded her head slowly, afraid to speak.
"The name is Jack, well, Mr. Hatfield to you," he said condescendingly. Chelsea just continued to stare at him; she was scared by the way he was talking to her.
"Just a few things I'd suggest you do Ms. Grant. First of all, talk back to me and you'll never talk again. Second, if you try to escape, you'll wish you hadn't…believe me. And lastly, I suggest you try to sleep right now. It's going to be a long trip and you're going to need your strength for our destination," Hatfield told her.
Chelsea nodded her head again; for fear that speaking might harm her. Hatfield scared the hell out of her with his speech, and she didn't want any trouble, so she just nodded and did what she was told. It was late Tuesday night, and the boat hadn't left yet, but they were preparing it for launch. The room she was in was a lot more comfortable than the last room she was in, but she couldn't possibly begin to feel at ease anywhere with these men.
She was sitting down on a relaxing bench that was below deck in the boat. She was by herself in the small room just lying back and trying to get her thoughts together. They were still at the dock and the men were preparing to take off soon. They were out on the deck, preparing supplies and ammunition. Her eyes began to grow heavy, as she sat in the most comfortable place she had in two days. It was small cabin, below the deck of a boat. The room was small, and surrounded the perimeter of the room by a cushioned bench that was accompanied by a cushioned wall. The colors of the room definitely made it feel like she was on a boat. The upper walls were painted white with pine wood trim and the cushions of the seats were a royal blue with white stitching on the outside, reminding her of a typical sailboat. She hadn't gotten much sleep in the last two days, so she was rightfully exhausted. The summer heat of California was lingering in the cramped room and it was making her sleepy. She thought to herself how ironic it all was. If her parents had let her go to California with them, she wouldn't be in California right now. After five long minutes of fighting sleep, she gave in and closed her eyes. Her cheek was resting on the palm of her hand, and she drifted off.
It didn't take long for Chelsea to be sound asleep and dreaming. Her dreams took her to when she was little, and had gotten lost at a grocery store one time. She was crying in a corner, until she saw her father walk down the aisle she was in. She couldn't mistake his Indiana Jones type hat and jumped up and ran into his arms. He picked her up and held her so tight, she almost couldn't breathe. In his arms is where she felt so safe and protected, and she wanted nothing more than to be there right now at this moment. She was a beautiful little girl, with long blonde hair, pulled back into a ponytail. Always the adventurous type, her father warned her not to go too far away from him, but she didn't listen to him, and ended up not knowing where she was. Her personality reminded him a lot of Ellie. It was supposed to be a quick trip to the store that Chelsea insisted on going on and after she got lost, she held her father's hand everywhere they went for the next few months. She was a Daddy's girl back then, but they had grown apart during her teenage years. She always considered him her hero, knowing everything and teaching her so much, but as she got older, their common interests diminished, and they got on each other's nerves more often than not. When they got back from the store, Alan made Chelsea promise him that she wouldn't tell Ellie what had happened, in fear she would never let the two of them go anywhere together again. And she kept that promise, Ellie never knew what happened. She just wanted to be with her parents right now, more than anything else.
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The next day, Alan and Ellie arrived in San Diego incredibly nervous. They got there late, just before the mysterious man had asked them to meet them at the docks. It was around 10:45pm when they arrived and it was very dark and desolate, except for one boat that had men sitting on the deck, talking, smoking, and drinking beer. Since there was no one else around, Grant figured this must have been the boat they were looking for. He waited and watched for a few minutes until he made up his mind on what to do.
"Ellie, stay here, I'll be right back," Grant told her.
"Wait, what? Where are you going?" she asked nervously while holding on to his arm, preventing him from walking away.
Grant turned around and looked her in her eyes, "I'm going to go get her," he said seriously.
"Okay," she answered quietly. The look she saw in his eyes meant that he was going, no matter what, and she couldn't stop him, so she let go of his arm and watched him walk away. Now she was twice as nervous as before, with her daughter kidnapped and Alan walking into a dangerous situation.
Alan quietly walked up to the boat and studied the men and their movements. When they weren't paying attention or looking, he slowly walked onto the boat and tip-toed around the back, looking for Chelsea. The boat wasn't small, but it wasn't huge either. It was a decent size that could easily take them to Isla Sorna, or Nublar, or wherever they were headed. Grant wasn't quite sure which island they were going to, but he knew it was one of them. The threat of the man on the phone made him ten times more nervous then he was before. He wished Hammond wasn't dead, so he could go and kill him personally for putting his family through this… again.
After a few minutes of walking slowly and quietly, he found a set of stairs that seemed to lead to a cabin below deck. He figured if Chelsea was on this boat, she would probably be there, since there was a lock on this door and no windows. Just when he put his hand on the door knob, he heard a voice behind him that startled him.
"Dr. Grant, I'd step away from that door if I were you," the voice said threateningly. It was Jack Hatfield.
Alan slowly turned around and found a man standing there with a small pistol in his right hand, aiming at him. The man was tall, and thin, with graying hair and a worn out face.
"Who are you?" Alan asked gravely. Not knowing who he was looking at. He thought it might have been at least someone he knew, but was surprised when he was staring at a complete stranger.
"Get off my boat, right now Dr. Grant!" the man demanded loudly.
Alan put his hands up slowly, showing the man no threat, but he was not leaving until he got some answers.
"Who the hell are you and why have you taken my daughter?" he asked again, this time his voice elevating.
"That is of no importance to you right now, you just need to give me the formula, so we can be on our merry way!" he answered back, not backing down from Grant's threatening voice.
"Where is Chelsea?" Alan asked again, with anger building up inside of him so intense, he thought he would explode at the man at any moment.
"I have a very bad temper, doctor. Please don't make me lose it… I'm really not in the mood. Just hand me the formula right now, so I can go, and finish my job!" he said condescendingly, still waving his gun in Grant's face.
At that moment, Grant lost it and ran towards the man. Not expecting Grant to run at him, he was caught off guard, and slowly reacted. Just before he could fire his pistol, Grant grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind the man's back. Grant now had him in a chokehold, and the upper hand.
"Where is she?" Grant yelled furiously. But Hatfield kept fighting. He did not want to give up any information to Grant; he just needed the formula so he could continue his task. He tried to wiggle free from Grant's intense grip around his neck, and when he finally got an arm free, he elbowed Alan hard into his abdomen. Grant staggered backwards and held his stomach that throbbed from the hard blow from the man's elbow. He charged Grant with his fist raised in the air, about to punch him, but Alan ducked his head and shoved Hatfield into the wall. He hit the back of his head so hard, he felt dizzy. At that moment, Grant took advantage of the situation and rammed his tightly clenched fist into Hatfield's face.
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Chelsea was still asleep on the boat, when she was awoken suddenly by a large thud and loud voices. Still in a daze from her sleep she had just came out of, she laid there for a moment, thinking it was some of the men just getting rowdy. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and listened more attentively until she heard the one voice she wanted so desperately to hear. Her heart jumped into her throat as she tried to hold back the tears, it was her father!
Chelsea ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. She banged her fists against the door as hard as she could and started yelling frantically. "DAD!" she yelled over and over again while banging on the door, but the yelling between the two men did not stop.
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After Grant punched Hatfield in the face, Hatfield went flying and landed on the ground. He held his nose in the palm of his hands, trying to stop the blood that was pouring out. Grant stood there looking at his fist in amazement; he never knew he could hit anyone that hard. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard banging on the other side of the door and a voice yelling loudly. Alan's face lit up and he recognized it was Chelsea screaming for him. He ran over to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.
"Chelsea, stand back, okay?" he yelled to her.
"Okay!" she yelled back, moving aside from the door.
Hatfield was gaining his composure back from the hard blow and was trying to get to his feet, so Grant had to act quickly. He backed away from the door, and then ran towards it at full speed, smacking his shoulder into the door. It didn't open but he felt it crack under the pressure, so he rammed his foot into the door over and over until it finally swung open, hard, slamming into the wall on the other side. He darted into the cabin and looked around quickly until his eyes fell upon Chelsea. Tears were streaming down her cheek when she saw her father and she ran to him as fast as she could. She wrapped her arms around him as tight as she possibly could, and he did the same. Alan held his daughter close to him and kissed the top of her head.
"Are you okay?" he asked while still holding her close and stroking the hair on top of her head.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered with a weak voice. She was just relieved to be talking to her father.
"Let's get you out of here, okay?" he told her, leading her out the door, still holding her tight.
When they walked out the door, Grant was stopped and fell to the ground when something hit the back of his head, hard. Chelsea looked behind them and saw Hatfield, holding his pistol. Chelsea rushed to the floor where her father was now laying and tried to get him up, but he was out cold.
"Dad, get up!" she yelled to him, but he was not moving.
"Get back in the cabin please!" Hatfield yelled, waving his pistol at her.
Chelsea narrowed her eyes and glared at him, still kneeling down by her father's side. Now that he was here, she discovered a new braveness in her, and she was determined to stand up to Hatfield and get off the boat. But Hatfield was also determined, determined to do his job and keep Chelsea with them and get to the island like he promised Dodgeson. He grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her off the floor forcefully and shoved her back into the cabin. He threw her in there so hard; she fell backwards landing on the ground, knocking her head on the bottom wooden part of the bench. The pain shooting through her skull made tears from behind her eyes, and she finally started to sob from the physical and emotional pain she was feeling. Hatfield shut the door, but realized Grant had broken it, so he pretended to lock it and Chelsea was detained for the moment.
About ten or so minutes after Grant had been knocked out by the blunt end of Hatfield's gun, he started to come to. He slowly opened his eyes, but his vision remained blurry as a figure stood over him, reaching his hands into Grant's pockets. He realized what was going on and sat up suddenly, which caused his head to throb. The figure backed away, startled by Grant's sudden movements, and let out a sharp yelp.
"What are you doing?" he yelled at the man, whose face was becoming clearer now, as his vision was returning to normal.
"Where is the formula, Dr. Grant?" he asked, ignoring his question.
"I don't have it," he said sternly. The man, who he did not recognize, was very big, much bigger than the previous man he had encountered, and muscular.
"Well then, where is it?" he asked, not believing Grant did not bring it. But Grant did not answer; he just sat there holding the back of his head, trying to soothe the painful throbbing.
"I don't want to hurt you Dr. Grant, so just give me the formula," the man said to him. Just when Grant was about to deny he had it, he heard the distinct clicking sound of a gun and another voice behind him.
"Just give it up, Grant," the voice demanded.
Grant turned around and saw Hatfield, holding a gun up to Ellie's temple, holding her arm forcefully. Grant just stared, his eyes widened in terror as he looked nervously into Ellie's eyes. With his eyes still fixated on Ellie, the big man behind Grant grabbed the back of his shirt and forced him to a standing position. Ellie looked at Grant, wondering what he was thinking and hoping he wouldn't do anything irrational.
"Just give it to him, Alan," she pleaded softly, wanting to get out of this madman's grip and be in Grant's.
Pleased with Ellie's request, and expecting Grant to do what he was asked, he looked at Donovan. "Greg, call Captain Ross, tell him we're ready to leave," he demanded.
Donovan nodded and took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket,
"Captain Ross, Donovan here, over."
"Go ahead Donovan. Ross here, over," the muffled voice on the other end returned.
"Hatfield says we're all set to launch sir, over."
"Roger that. Preparing to launch, over." And Donovan put his walkie-talkie back in his pocket; still holding onto Grant's shirt the whole time, incase he had any sudden thoughts of escaping. The engines roared and the boat shook as it warmed up, preparing to leave port.
"I'll be needing that formula now," Hatfield said as he held his hand out towards Grant.
Alan reluctantly reached in his pocket and pulled out a small plastic container, inside holding a CD that contained the formula. He held onto it for a moment, but handed it to Hatfield after he looked at Ellie who was unstable with fear, scared to death and shaking. Hatfield grabbed the disk from Grant like a bratty little kid grabbing a piece of candy from his mother and shoved Ellie into Grant, so hard almost causing her to fall over, but Alan caught her in his arms.
"Donovan, show them the way out," he demanded with an eerie smile on his face.
"I'm not leaving without Chelsea!" Ellie protested. But Hatfield ignored the demand, and turned, then walked away. Grant started to yell, not wanting to leave without Chelsea either, but the two scientists were escorted out forcefully by Donovan and two other armed men.
Thanks for reading my third chapter! Any comments? I would love to hear them! Your comments make my writing possible so any comment is a good comment! Thanks again!
11/24/2003 6:23:43 PM
(Updated: 11/26/2003 1:01:15 PM)
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