The Island

Part 9 - 1

Part 9:

One:

"Wait, stop, don't do this!" Jeanette screamed. JT threw Jeanette from his shoulder to her own bed. She thrashed wildly, pounding his back and scratching his neck. He held his neck in pain for a bit, rubbing the sore points where she dug her fingernails into his skin. "JT!" She screamed. He ignored her like he did Sara and Andie. He stepped out of her spacious bedroom and slammed the door. Even though he didn't receive orders to do so, he began breaking the doorframe to create the same prison Andie and Sara endured for two days. JT gripped the door handle with one hand however, expecting Jeanette to come screaming to the door and begging for mercy. He gave no mercy whatsoever; he kicked the bottom of the doorframe twice and cracked it clearly across. Bending the wood across the door and behind the knob of the doorknob, the door was secured. Jeanette was locked inside. Just as JT walked away, Jeanette came running to the door. She tried the door but realized she had just been trapped. "No!" She screamed, pounding on the door. "Let me out!" JT stared at the door for a few seconds, letting Jeanette's screams bounce off his eardrums. "Please!" She pounded the door twice and kicked the door swiftly. JT turned back around and found himself at the stairs. He stepped down them, listening as Jeanette's screams became faint. He arrived on the landing and observed the foyer; still smeared in glass, the hardwood accompanied no one besides JT. He walked further down the stairs and looked around the foyer. To his right, only the couches and chairs occupied the lounge room; to his left, the library remained dark and quiet. It was almost as if Adin's ghost was reading a book. The thought of Adin haunted JT; he didn't know what to think anymore. Adin was his absolute best friend there, and for him to disappear, why? Did he choose to? Where is he? Why would someone do this? Thoughts raced through JT's mind. What if he's really dead? What if no one's coming back for them? What if we aren't alone on this island? "JT?" A voice silenced his wild thoughts. He gasped and looked to the kitchen. Standing there in an apron was Randy. "Wha... What are you doing?" JT rubbed his head in confusion. "You've been standing there mumbling things for a minute." "Yeah, it's been scaring me." Brock stepped next to Randy. He also wore an apron. JT was still in confusion. "Wha... What the hell are you doing?" JT slurred. Brock looked at Randy and chuckled a bit. "Yeah, um, this probably looks really weird." Brock looked at Randy's apron and his own apron. "Michael told us to make dinner." JT still stared at them in absolute confusion. "JT?" Brock asked. JT looked down at the floor, letting his thoughts take his attention again. "JT!" "Wha?!" JT snapped out of his thoughts again. "You should sit down somewhere-" "Where's Michael?" JT interrupted Randy. "He's in his bedroom-" Before Randy could finish his sentence, JT turned around and dashed into the bedroom hallway behind him. Brock and Randy were bewildered at the sight; Brock looked back into the kitchen behind him and tapped Randy. "Are pot-pies supposed to smoke like that?" Brock pointed to the oven. "No!" Randy cried. They both ran to the oven, slipping on their oven mits along the way. They threw open the oven doors and were consumed by grey smoke. "Oh, great!" Brock grabbed the pie and with that the smoke. Randy stepped back and started coughing. "Open the window." Brock commanded Randy. He looked behind himself and saw a window above the sink; the window was eerily shrouded by curtains. He threw back the curtains and pushed the handle to the window open. JT did the same with Michael's door; his frantic movements frightened Michael out of a light sleep he had fallen into. In a chair next to Michael, someone gasped. JT saw Taylor. "What are you doing?" He asked her. "Um, I live here." Taylor said. Michael turned his head so he could see JT. "What the hell man?" Michael said. "Sorry, Michael." JT replied. "I just wanted to tell you something." "Well, get on with it." Michael became very impatient. "I locked Jeanette in her room." JT said. Taylor jumped out of her chair. "You did what-" "Thank you." Michael cut Taylor off. "I thought we weren't doing that anymore-" "Taylor, calm down. It's fine. Remember, she did this to me." Michael turned his head to Taylor. She looked down at him, pondering his words. "Don't you feel safer knowing she can't harm anyone else?" Michael asked her. "I guess..." Taylor sat down. "Good." Michael said. He grimaced. "Hey, JT, why don't you stay for a while. Talk to us." Michael gestured to the bunk across from him. JT nodded. He went around Taylor's chair and planted himself on Brock's bunk. Still looking very sore from earlier, he managed to turn himself on his side to see Taylor and JT both. There they talked until dinner. Brock served Michael his dinner in bed and joined in on their casual conversation. JT's thoughts still distracted him deeply; the talk led all of them well into the morning hours, where the cabin fell silent. Eventually all of them fell asleep, except for one.