Psycho Killer

Chapter 2 - the incidences

"Miss Walker?" A man asks, I immediately judge by the way his hair is standing from all sides, like he just woke up. I nod.

"And you are?" I have never been the type of judging others. But he, he looks like a child. And I thought I would be the youngest with my 19 years.

"Nirvaan. They send me to take you to the plane." I lift my bags out of the car and follow him. Not inside, but around the airport.

"Nirvaan, I think-" I stop myself when I see the plane he is stopping beside. "A private jet?" I ask, suspiciously.

"Yeah. The guy who hired us wants to be discreet. You know, with all the 'unexplored' island-thing." I nod. I follow him up for the stairs and greeted with an applause.

"Finally. Why did you take so long, professor?" A guy with straight black hair and a Korean accent, says, standing across the room – so far from us as possible. Nirvaan spins around.

"You a professor?" He asks, confused. The others on the plane – except the guy who addressed me, which I guess is the oldest one here – has the same expression. I open my mouth, to say something but let out a scream and jump as something too small to be a human and too fluffy to be a robot vacuum cleaner. Does rich people have robot vacuum cleaner on jets? I've never been on a private jet before, so they might have, but like I said, this one was too fluffy to be one.

"Relax." The little boy says with a huge grin. "It's just Herley. It's a dog." His tone changes. "Are you scared of dogs. Allergic?" He looks like he just gave me a sandwich with peanut butter on and I am allergic to peanut.

"I just didn't expect to see a dog here." I put a hand on his shoulder. "I am fine."

He relaxes and continues inside. But I don't. I don't like small spaces. Not that this jet is that small, but sharing a room with five other people, doesn't really make me feel comfortable. "We don't bite, professor." The guy with the Korean accent gives me a genuine smile and sits down next to a girl that rather looks like she should be on a model show rather to an unexplored island.

Nirvaan waves me to him and another guy after I continue inside the jet. I give him a faint smile and goes quietly toward him. Sitting down between the other guy and the wall, I breathe out. Breathe.

The stranger I'm sitting next to reaches out his hand for me to shake it. "I'm Jack." He says as I shake it.

"Arizona." I say and smiles faintly back. He seems nice.

The dog, Herley, presses his head against Nirvaan's legs and he pet it. He start to laugh when it lick his face. I look away. I never had a pet but I know I don't like dogs. Why is he laughing? I know I would have been disgusted and trying to clean it off.

"One thing you need to know," Brett said as we all sat together around a larger table in the middle of the jet, mostly to me and Nirvaan, who seemed to be the youngest and less experienced ones. "On this island, anything can happen. Anything." We – everyone around the table – nodded. "Because it never has been explored, any creature can be there. Normal ones we are familiar with, but also mutants. It has been so shut off from the world, that the climate can also be completely different from ours. That means, that it could be creatures that can live there but not anywhere rest on the world." He said very serious.

"Like dinosaurs?" Nirvaan asked, sounding almost excited.

Brett – I had learned that the one with the Korean accent was named Brett and our 'leader' on this mission – sighed and rubbed his eyelids. "Yes, Nirvaan. Even dinosaurs." He cleared his throat, again serious. If I would guess, he is an elder child, the way he so easily takes the role responsibility.

"Be careful. All of you." He said the last thing slowly as he stared at Nirvaan, that for the moment pushed another piece of cheese in his already full mouth.

"What? I am careful."

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We had just arrived at the island when the dog started to bark. And he wouldn't stop. "Shut up!" Brett – said and slapped the dog. Jack stopped me, shaking his head and mumbling "bad idea." I clenched my jaw and looked away. I hated when people harmed animals. Sure, I had never had any pets, but I hated violence. Especially to innocents. Harley didn't mean to put us in danger. He wanted to help us. Inform us.

When the dog was quiet, we continued. The dog just let out tiny growls, from time to time.

We had to jump and run a lot the next 4 hours. There was a mixture of wind that slapped us and rain that almost drowned us, making it impossible to see what was a step in front of us. Then we got some peace. Until another wave of torture came. This time it rolled massive stones down, almost crushing us.

"Fuck!" Janette, the model looking girl, hadn't been quick enough and crushed her hand under one of the stones. Brett put on some bandages and put her hand in a way it hurts as less as possible.

"I know it hurts." He said very softly. "But we gotta move on to not be killed by the stones again. Or something worse." She nodded and stood up.

Again, we got a couple of minutes, even an hour, before we, yet again, risked our lives.

This scientist better be fucking important.