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The Jungle Chapter 2
By TyrannoRex112
Kenya, Africa.
A hummer raced down a dirt road. Dust circled behind it. Dr.Charles Mattoon was driving. Small patches of dirt stained to windshield of the car. Up ahead of Dr.Mattoon was a lush jungle. He drove the hummer into the jungle and then he disappeared into the darkness of the jungle.
Dr.Charles Mattoon stepped out of the hummer. He slammed the door closed and waked up to a man by the name of Joseph Michaels. He was 6 feet tall with jet black hair. He was 27 years old. “Ah you must be Dr.Mattoon!” Michaels said as he shook Mattoon’s hand. “That I am.” Dr.Mattoon replied. “So you work for the CIA?” Mattoon asked. “Yes. Yes I do.” Joseph led Dr.Mattoon to a beach. Mattoon looked down on the sand and saw two mangled bodies. “Dear lord!” Mattoon yelled in surprise. The two bodies of the men were stained with blood. “What happened here Michaels?” Mattoon asked. “These men were washed up from the beach. I still don’t know what happened to them.” Michaels explained. “Well. I better be off. Thanks for your time Agent.” With that Dr. Charles Mattoon hopped in his hummer and road off.
Adirondack Mountains, New York.
John Anderson walked softly through the dense woods, trying not to step on any twigs or dead leaves. He held in his hand a .20 caliber rifle. There! There was a bear! He quickly threw himself to the ground. He loaded his gun and got up. The black bear was in point blank range. He put his finger on the trigger, ready to fire. Then suddenly something rustled in a near by bush. John spun himself around and waited to see what was coming. Then a little bear rolled out of the bushes. “Hey little fella.” John said. Then the baby bear yelled in tiny squeak. “NO! Shhhhhhhhhhh. Be quiet!” John whispered to the bear. Then suddenly he heard a bear roar. Then suddenly a huge black bear charged out of the forest. John fired a few shots at the bear. The bear roared again and hit the gun out of Johns’ hand. John then pulled out some pepper spray. He sprayed the bears’ eyes. The bear roared in pain. It grabbed the baby bear in its jaws and ran off. John had a sigh of relief. John then walked towards an opening in the forest. The bright sunshine blinded him for a moment then his eyes adjusted. John Anderson was 22 years old. He had dropped out of college to do the things he loved. He was about 6 feet tall and was very athletic. He had blond hair and hazel eyes. John headed for his red Jeep Wrangler when a man called his name. John quickly turned around. A man was standing there. John then called “Can I help you?” The man was Dr. Charles Mattoon. “Are you John Anderson.” “Who wants to know?” John asked. Dr. Mattoon smiled. “I’m Doctor Charles Mattoon. I would be delighted if you joined me tonight for dinner. We’ll discuss further tonight. Here’s my card.” Dr. Mattoon handed John a card. John quickly skimmed it and then turned back to Dr. Mattoon. “Where will we have dinner?” John asked. “Oh a nice place up by Lake Placid. Hope to see you there.” With that Dr. Mattoon headed off towards another car. John then stuffed the card in his pant pocket and opened the door to his Jeep. He stepped inside, started the engine, and drove off.
Blue Moon Restaurant, Lake Placid.
A Jeep Wrangler parked in a parking lot. Then the engine was turned off. John Anderson stepped out. He slammed the door behind him and walked up to the restaurant. He walked up to a wooden door and opened it. The restaurant was huge! John scanned one room for the doctor. There! John headed over to Dr. Mattoon who was already eating. “Sorry I’m late.” John said as he seated himself to the table. “No problem my dear boy. Now. There is this place. This jungle. In Kenya. Men were killed there. I have the tape of the distress call and everything. Now. This “jungle” is full of wonder. I would like to see it. Study the things living there. But since those men were killed I would believe it would be dangerous to go there. I need a guard. Somebody like yourself.” John was puzzled. “Why me? Why not some professional?” Dr. Mattoon laughed. “Well you dropped out of college just to hunt. I think you must be somewhat good with guns.” John’s face lit up. “Good with guns? Are you kidding! I’m great!” Dr. Mattoon seemed quite pleased. “Then Mr. Anderson I believe you are my guy!”
The Atlantic ocean.
A medium sized boat zoomed across the water. John Anderson was sitting in a long chair polishing his .20 caliber rifle with a scope. He looked up ahead of him. He saw a vast jungle. “Captain! We’re coming to the jungle!” John thought the jungle was about 1 minute away going at the speed they were. And John was right. Soon the boat anchored about 40 feet away from the jungle. “John! We’re loading the smaller boats! Are you coming?” Dr. Mattoon called. John got up and picked up a suitcase. “Is that clothes?” Dr. Mattoon asked. “No.” John simply answered. “What is it then?” John smiled. “Guns.” John loaded his suitcase onto the boat and then hopped in. Dr. Mattoon soon followed. Then the small boat was dropped into the ocean. An African man started the motor and the boat sped towards the jungle. It wasn’t long before they got there.
John Anderson brought his suitcase to a hummer. He opened the back left door and carefully placed the suitcase in the seat. “Alright Mr. Mattoon. Now what?” John asked as he slammed the door shut. “Oh John please, call me Charles.” “Alright Charles now what?” John asked again. “Well first we-“ Then suddenly Mattoon was cut off. A loud screech from the forest came. John then opened the door to the hummer, opened the suitcase and popped out his .20 caliber rifle and a pistol which he placed in his pocket. “What the hell was that?” John asked. “SCIENCE!” Dr. Mattoon answered. (NOTE:As you’ve read form the teasers and trailers sayings like “Many men travel down a long canoe” Well I’ll get to that. In chapter 3 you’ll find out.) Dr. Mattoon then ran into the forest. “CHARLES!” John screamed. John loaded his rifle with some bullets then dashed into the forest. It was then when he heard screams. They were of Dr. Mattoon. John froze in the dark forest. He was horrified. Then suddenly he was thrown to the ground. He felt something cold like metal go against his throat. He heard a man speak words in a foreign language: ”Don’t try to run from me. You’ll only die tired white man!”
John Anderson is John Smith. John smith was just 2 well dumb. And Ice ur character will come into the story more often than what u saw today. ;-)
1/4/02 6:44:19 PM
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