prologue
In the early nineties, John Hammond discovered a way to recreate dinosaurs. He spent billions on building a new type of park to house these animals and to educate the public. Hammond brought in professionals from all over the world to work at his lab, with a bunch of new technology that needed to be manned. They worked day and night to bring the park to life. Only for it to all go down when a T-Rex escaped its pen.
However, that’s not what our story begins today.
Our story begins with two brothers on the way to visit their uncle. An uncle who just so happens to work at Jurassic World, the modern version of Hammonds Jurassic Park. Anthony and Edwin Stark-Barton flew from New York to the small island of Isla Nublar, sent by their mother to spend time with their workaholic uncle, Peter, whom they hadn’t seen in almost five years.
Anthony, aged 17, was a lot like his namesake in the sense of being totally aloof to these things called feelings. All the teen cared for was his image and what people thought about him (although he tried to make it seem like he didn’t care). He pushed people away, including his family. Edwin, aged 13, was almost the total opposite. He was incredibly smart and loved to be around family. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon to see him cuddled up to his mom, watching some type of documentary or superhero movie.
These boys are where this story starts. Along with their arrival to Jurassic World.
The trip to Isla Nublar was almost hell for Anthony. He had to be stuck in close proximity to his annoying brother who would just not shut up. The entire plane ride was filled with nonstop facts and stupid questions. Questions like, How much does the island weigh? How was he supposed to know, damnit!
Including now, on the boat to the island. People were crowding around them, bodies swaying with the motions of the sea. Sweat dripped down his forehead and into his eyes. The sun was beaming, bouncing off the water and into his eyes.
Edwin stood next to him, gripping his backpack tightly as he chattered on and on. “When they originally opened, they had eight species. Now, they have fourteen herbivores and six carnivores. That’s like 50 tons of food a week!” The boys exclaimed excitedly.
Anthony wasn’t listening, his eyes drawn to a girl on the lower deck. Her smile was shy, yet it held some sort of confidence. The teen shifted over slightly, looking away. He quickly thought of his girlfriend, Benny, back at home. He couldn’t think of other girls like that.
Looking between Anthony and the lower deck, Edwin couldn’t help the sigh that came out. Sometimes, he wished Anthony wasn’t his brother.
The boat docked soon after that and the brothers hurried off. The pier was packed with people, it was all the boys could do to not get separated.
Looking around, Anthony’s eyes darted around, trying to see his uncle. Instead of seeing the brunette man, he saw a tall black-haired woman on the phone, holding a sign with Anthony and Edwin Stark-Barton written on it. He ignored his brother’s question of, “Where’s Uncle Peter?” to instead push his annoyance down. It wouldn’t do any good to explode in front of everyone, or at all, for that matter. With a sigh, the teen gathered his and his brothers things and clambered up to the woman.
Her gaze was still on the phone in her hand, so Anthony cleared his throat. It got her attention, she looked up in surprise before glancing at the two of them.
“Anthony and Edwin?” The voice was slightly deeper than he imagined and had a British lilt to it. He nodded, and without another word, the girl turned and started walking.
“Rude.” For once, Anthony agreed with his brother.
Peter stood in the descending elevator, quietly listing the names of the board members he’d be meeting with.
“Hal Osterly, Vice President. Jim Drucker, bad hair. Erica Brandt, deserves better. Hal, Jim, Erica. Hal, Jim, Erica, and I am Peter.” Right then, the elevator doors opened to reveal the three people stood outside. “Welcome to Jurassic World.”