Psychotic | a JW:FK Reader Insert & Sequel to Insanity

Chapter Three : the Island

THE PLANE HAD LANDED, and you stepped off carefully with the others, entering an organized camp of soldiers, although some appeared questionably like pirates. You frowned, hand over your eyes as you peered toward the volcanoe in the distance. You wondered just how much time you had.

"Claire?" an older man with sharp features and an almost fox-like appearance strode toward your group, "Ken Wheatley. Welcome back."

Claire nodded in greeting, folding her arms over her chest, "What kind of operation do you have going here?" she inquired, studying their surroundings curiously.

"Mr. Lockwood takes his humanitarian efforts very seriously. Where's the Raptor wranglers?" Wheatley turned to glance over your group questioningly.

"Animal behaviorist, Owen Grady, and--" your brother started, but you stepped forward and held out your hand, interrupting.

"Y/n Grady, nice to meet you, sir," you introduced yourself as he shook your hand, smiling politely.

"Ken Wheatley," he nodded. Owen shot you an eye-roll and you elbowed him playfully.

"So you're our great white hunter?" Owen continued with an amused shake of his head.

"Yes, I'm the expedition's facilitator," the older man nodded.

You stood around for several more minutes, talking to the others and questioning Wheatley. About an hour later, you were aboard a military vehicle and heading toward Main Street.

Your heart fluttered faster each turn of the wheels. Was Foxtrot still alive? Was he well? Did he and Blue get along? When would you see him? Would he remember you? Or would he attack you?

Anxiety bubbled in your chest and you shifted nervously in your seat. Beside you, Owen took your hand and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze, and you realized you probably weren't the only one asking those questions.

You glanced at Owen and he only returned your look silently, understanding passing between you without speaking a word. It was a strange, silent language you two spoke to each other, with only looks and expressions, yet it was easy to decipher the words neither of you'd say.

"Bug spray?" Franklin sprayed the repellent across his arms and legs and rubbed it on his neck before offering it to everyone inside the vehicle, "bug spray?" he repeated when no one answered before giving up and putting it away.

The silence seemed unbearable for Franklin as he spoke again, "the T-rex is dead by now, right?"

Zia answered when no one else seemed to know, "Well, it's impossible to know the max lifespan of a clone in a completely different environment," she paused, using her hands to gesture as she spoke. You listened interestedly, remembering the epic battle between her, the Indominus, the Raptors, and eventually, the Mosasaur.

"Take a caveman that would've lived twenty years, feed him prime meals, give him healthcare.." Zia continued, "he's gonna live five times that long."

"So.. she'd be dead by now, right?" Franklin prompted fearfully, glancing around.

You stared over Franklin's shoulder, staring intently at the scenery as you leaned against your brother. You exhaled deeply, trying not to worry too much.

However, there was a loud thud outside, making you and Franklin jump. The soldiers across from you cocked their guns and all of you were glancing out the windows nerrvously.

"What was that?" Sometimes, you wished Franklin would grow some balls, "is it the T-rex?"

Zia and you shared a glance; you two obviously had the same thought as she stood up, "I'm not missing this," she declared, hurrying to exit the vehicle.

"Neither am I," you quickly scrambled to follow her, jumping out of the vehicle. Wheatley called after you both and everyone seemed to follow.

The sight before you silenced everyone, it was a sight you never expected to see again; a Brachiosaurus towered over you, paying your group no mind as she went on her merry way. It took your breath away, as though you were seeing it for the first time again. A tear slipped from your eye as memories bombarded you, both good and bad.

"I never thought I'd get to see this," Zia breathed in amazement.

"She's beautiful," Claire said, to which you agreed.

"Absolutely gorgeous."

Then your group moved toward a pair of electronically controll doors, which Franklin jumped at the chance to prove his skill. However, Wheatley didn't seem too confident in his abilities, but Franklin got you inside.

As you gathered around him and Claire, they began searching specifically for Blue and Foxtrot's signatures on the screen. You held your breath and Owen's hand rested on your shoulder. Finally, they located them.

The duo were together, heading deeper into the jungle. Their signatures weaved and bobbed and you imagined their skilled maneuvering through obstacles.

"I'm gonna need to borrow your truck," Owen turned to Wheatley and you elbowed him sharply with a glare.

"We're gonna need to borrow your truck," you corrected and Owen returned your glare, however he didn't fight further, knowing that he had no chance of controlling Foxtrot.

"I'm going, too," Zia stepped in and you shot her a smile.

"Miss, things could get hairy out there. I hardly want to allow that little missy with us, but we need her," Wheatley protested, to which Zia stepped up and grabbed one of the blue vials on his ammunition belt.

"These are powerful sedatives," Zia started with a glare, "one too many, and she could have respiratory failure." She stepped back, "also, I'm not as soft and witless as your comment implies."

You stifled a giggle and gave Zia a highfive with a proud glimmer in your [color] eyes. She grinned at you, "That's it, my girl, welcome to the sassy lil' badass girl gang," you joked.

"I thought I've always been in it, Y/n," she responded, equally as playful before climbing into the truck again.

You turned to Claire and Franklin. Franklin gave you an awkward fist bump and told you to watch your back while Claire wrapped you into a tight embrace, wishing you luck.

"I'll be back," you promised.

As you pulled away, you noticed slyly that her attention turned to your brother.

"Oh, Owen?" At Claire's voice, he turned toward her, "Be careful."

He leaned forward dramatically, "if I don't make it back.. remember... you're the one who made me come."

Claire's expression morphed into disbelief as she blinked at him, and both you and your brother chuckled. "It's alright," you assured her, "I'll make sure he gets back safely."

"Right, 'cause you're much more experienced and better than myself," Owen shook his head sarcastically. Then you boarded the truck and were off.