Illusion ➵ Zach Mitchell

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"Where are the ships," Owen grunted from the passenger seat. I could see Claire's red hair laying across his lap. His hands were pressed up against her head, but something told me that it wasn't a romantic gesture. His hands were covered in dried blood. I didn't realize until now how serious of a condition she was in. She must've hit her head harder than I thought.

"Hey must have left." Barry kept looking forward and I couldn't see his face. Owen nodded absentmindedly. My eyes narrowed at the lack of emotion in his voice. Did it not faze him that he, too, was trapped on this island along with us?

Unless this is exactly where he wanted to be....

Quietly, I felt around for Zach's hands, squeezing it tightly. I met his eyes, hoping he could sense that something was wrong. Something was off with Barry.

Before I could act, all of the doors to the truck were thrown open. Gloved hands grabbed my shoulders, snatching me out of the seat and away from Zach. I pushed against my attacker, trying to get them to loosen their grip. Noting worked. Not kicking, not flailing, nothing.

"Hey, hands off her," Zach shouted, pushing against a soldier. He kicked out one of the man's legs, escaping his grasp. He ran towards me, but was knocked down. "Damn you! Get off me."

I watched as the men grabbed Claire. Owen put up a fight, throwing punches left and right, but was eventually taken down. He growled, twisting in one the men's arms. I could see the HosCorp insignia on one of the men's vests. Damn it. Even after death, that jackass is ruining out lives.

Owen, teeth blaring, turns on Barry. "I trusted you. I stayed by your side, Barry! I saved your life! And this is how you repay me? This is how you treat me? There are kids here, innocent children! Just a second ago I was holding the bleeding love of my life! Why are you doing this?"

Barry didn't say anything, looking down. He was ashamed. Good. He ratted us out, put our lives at stake and he didn't even have the balls to tell us why. Any other bloke should have jumped at the chance to explain himself, to reason with us, but he kept his mouth shut.

"He, too, made the right choice in leaving InGen." I scowled. Dr. Wu was here. He slid out of one of the HosCorp trucks, sunglasses covering his eyes and casting the rest of his face in a shadow. I struggled in the HosCorp man's grip. When I get my hands on him....

"What can I say, HosCorp pays better," Barry, sneered. Look who finally decided to speak up.

"Shut up, you son of a-"

"Language, Mr. Grady," Dr. Wu interrupted. "As you reminded us, there are children present." I almost growled at his passive aggressiveness. I have never hated someone so much in my life. I knew I was right about Jurassic World. These scientists can't be trusted.

"Anyway, you're just in time for the show," he smirked, turning to the other soldiers. "The spider-like creatures weren't the only thing that escaped shipment." He gestured for this to do something, and each soldier went off in different direction, fumbling with buttons.

The waterline along the shore slowing lowered as metal doors rose out from under the sea. I froze, remembering what I saw just yesterday morning. Whatever was hidden under the water was what made that big gaping hole I the side of the crashed ship. This meant it had to be huge. Possibly larger than the Mosasaur.

We all watched, defenseless as the South Pacific Ocean parted like the Red Sea. The large metal doors locked upwards, forming a ninety degree angle with the water. No one made a sound, we all just stood, watching, waiting, eyes wide. I held my breath.

At first we couldn't see it, but hell did we hear it. I never thought they it was possible for something to be louder than the Indominus, but whatever this thing was, it had it beat. There were literally no words that could describe how tremendous this monster's sound was. Could you even call it a roar?