Spider-Man: Camp Cretaceous

A surge of rage

"Attention! Return to the dock and cut the engine immediately!" blared the helicopter, its voice cutting through the swirling winds and jagged rain.

The group, caught between confusion and dread, gazed up at the hovering silhouette against the stormy sky. All except for Kenji, who, with a burst of exuberance, dashed toward the controls, a wild grin stretching across his face. "Yes, yes, yes! We are saved!"

"Are we?" Darius countered, skepticism knitting his brow.

Peter's gaze shifted to the ominous shapes of other helicopters slicing through the turbulent air toward the island, unease tightening his chest. "Yeah, something is definitely off."

"Wait, Kenji!" Darius's urgent cry sliced through the tension. "I'm not exactly getting good guy vibes, Kenj."

"Yeah, unmarked chopper, big, scary guns...," Yaz chimed in, her voice laced with apprehension.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what would you bring to rescue kids from an island full of killer dinosaurs? Cake?" Kenji retorted a hint of mockery in his tone.

"He's got a point," Ben acknowledged, but the underlying fear still lingered.

Peter's brow furrowed as he questioned, "But why are they here? Especially in helicopters? It's restricted airspace. Even our crazy hunter friends knew to bring a boat."

"And why are they flying in this storm?" Brooklynn added, her voice steady yet filled with concern. "It's been weeks since we activated the beacon."

Thunder rumbled ominously overhead, reminding them of the tempest's fury returning.

"The sea is pretty rough," Sammy noted, a shiver crawling down her spine.

Peter sighed heavily. "So, either we turn back to the terrifying chopper and face the island of evil creatures, or we brave the raging sea."

"All right, then," Darius said, glancing back at the others, who seemed to lean more toward the options presented by the helicopter. "We take our chances with the people in the helicopter?"

With determined resolve, they turned the boat around, gradually steering it back toward the shore. As they approached, the helicopter descended smoothly, landing just ahead. They secured the boat just in time, and a man emerged from the chopper, leaving another to man the controls.

"November Echo 7-6-5, we found a bunch of kids. Please advise. Over," the pilot relayed into his radio, only receiving silence in return. "Repeat, we have children here. Please advise. Nothing!"

"What are you kids doing out here?" the man demanded, his brow furrowed in concern as he helped Laura, Ben, Sammy, and Kenji aboard.

"Long story! Too long," Sammy said breathlessly.

"Way too long!" Kenji rallied, bouncing into the helicopter.

"Wait, if you're not here to rescue us, then why are you here?" Ben's voice cracked, uncertainty clinging to his words.

Just then, Peter's instincts tingled, warning him of impending danger. Brooklynn was about to step into the helicopter when a deep thudding reverberated through the air. He instinctively shifted, his heart racing, as he scanned the jungle for signs of movement without giving his presence away.

Suddenly, the earth-shaking roar of a T-Rex shattered the night. Peter's eyes widened as he spotted the creature emerging from the dense foliage, drawn by the commotion and blinding lights of the helicopter. It let out another bone-rattling roar, causing the helicopter pilot to lift off abruptly, abandoning the rest.

"What are you doing?" Kenji shouted, panic rising in his voice.

The T-Rex advanced with terrifying grace, snapping its massive jaws and snagging the leg of the helicopter, causing it to tilt dangerously. In the chaos, Sammy was thrown from her perch, spiraling through the air.