Seven/Eleven

2. Davey Jacobs

Yeah, my new job started tomorrow. And here I was, on a 747 jet drinking and talking to some maniac. What a way to start my new life out of college. I was gonna move to Canada and open a coffee shop. And then the pilot made an announcement. "We have permission to let you off-" Dean was cut off by cheers and a lone boo. "In the morning," he continued, after the excitement died down. "Can't they just jet us off now?" asked the man I was talking to. "I don't know. I mean, it's dark out and probably cold, so I don't know," I responded. "Oh, and by the way, I'm Davey. Davey Jacobs," I said. "Hi, Dave, I'm Jack. Jack Kelly," he said, his New York accent thick. "Well, I hafta go," Jack laughed, "back to my seat. Can't leave valuables unprotected for too long. Somebody might steal them," Jack left.

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I woke up to fresh air blasting my face. "C'mon Dave, they let us off the plane,"Jack shook my shoulders. "Letsgo!" he said all too quickly. I stepped off the jet and saw the people on the flight running, and talking, and climbing trees. Hey, speaking of trees, that was the one thing this island had. We were lucky we had landed in a clearing and not on top of the pines and spruces of the island. Sure, the air was only kind of warm, and the wind was bitter, but it was a beautiful day, with the sun out and all the green of the island bright. A man mumbled to himself as he walked along the edge of the forest, staring at the trees. Some boys were using parachutes to make tents for those who didn't want to sleep in the plane. A woman who sat on the ground scribbled furiously in her notebook, and some of the flight attendants worked on setting up some tents that had been on the plane. The only people not to be seen were the pilots and a girl on the plane who was typing on her computer.

That afternoon, after all the people on the flight had retrieved their baggage, Jack convinced me to go on a walk with him. We got pretty far away from camp before seeing any other human beings. "Look, J, I tried, okay, but-" said one voice. "You have a soft spot, Veronica. You gotta learn how to kill," said voice number two. "J, look. We can still kill. We can starve-" I coughed, and voice number one, Veronica, I guess, looked around. Jack tapped my back and crouched. I did the same. "Anyone there!" called voice number two, J. "Show yourselves," called J. "You can come out!" he repeated. Seconds passed. "Okay, Veronica. Good plan. We should head back or, or people will worry," as J said that, Jack and I sprung to our feet. We ran like hell, trying to get back to the airplane and avoid the killers. If there was a town around heere, and if those two were from it, I wanted to get the hell off this island.

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"Have you seen the pilots," I asked a girl on the plane. "No. They left the plane about two hours ago and I haven't seen them since. Why'd you ask," said the girl. "Well," I started. "It's a long story," I did NOT want to break in to my tale of the murderers in the woods. "Go on," said the girl. "Okaaay," I began. "My friend Jack and I got bored this morning and decided to go on a walk. We had been in the forest for about an hour when it happened. We overheard some people talking and Jack wanted to investigate. We got really close and we heard their conversation," I said. "I wanna hear. All of it," said the girl. "Well, so Jack and I heard them and-" 

"You already covered that,"

"So one guy named J said: 'You have a soft spot, Veronica. You gotta learn how to kill'. And Veronica said: 'We can kill, J. We can starve-'. Then, I coughed. J almost spotted me and Jack crouching in the bushes when he said: 'Good plan. We should head back or else they'll worry',"

"Okay. I'm gonna have to stop you there. Did that J or whatever suggest that there's civilization around here? I could go for some potato chips that aren't ultra thin,"

"Maybe, I dunno," I said. "Oh! And sorry, but my name's Davey, Davey Jacobs," I introduced myself the same way I did with Jack. "I should apologize. My name's Alana Beck and I'm supposed to be in Banff, working on my scholarship essay," said Alana. "Cool. I'm supposed to be up there opening a coffee shop or something," I said. "Well, doesn't that work out?" said Alana. It made me think that I wasn't the only person who needed to be somewhere on that flight.

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"Nobody said they'd seen the pilots in recent history," said Jack. "Yeah. I had an interesting conversation with a girl on the plane. Alana was her name. We both believe that the murderers are locals that live in a town nearby," I told Jack. "Well, maybe the pilots are out trying to find the town," said Jack.

"They should be careful," I said.

"I agree. Those people in the woods sounded awful. Horrible," Jack told me.

"If only we could contact them. We could tell them what we saw-er, heard,"as I said that, a shorter guy bumped into me. "Sorry, the name's Race. See ya later," he said, walking away. "Flirty," whispered Jack as Race walked away backwards. "Not just him," I whispered back. "What was that, tall ass?" shouted Race when he saw us whispering. "Ummm, nothing!" I yelled back, wanting to be left alone. "That's the last time I'll be accepting that excuse," said Race as he ran away. Quickly.