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by: A.L. Reynolds
by: Cousin Shilo
Christie looked out the window of the small airplane. The turquoise water below
looked surreal, and she could hardly believe her dream was about to be turned to reality.
She glanced at the blue folder on her lap. Its contents spelled out the details of her
request. Smiling to herself, and shaking her head she glanced at the other passengers on
the plane. It was the first time she could remember being on a flight where most the
passengers were awake. Their expressions held the same excitement as hers. Sighing, she found herself wondering what fantasies they were about to embark on. She was sure more than a few were trying to visit lost loves. Not surprisingly, there weren’t any couples on board. Not to say they were all single,…just traveling alone.
Christie had never been married. At 28 years old, her mom was getting worried.
Not that there hadn’t been offers, but she was enjoying the freedom she had as a single
woman. Her blond hair now tied up in a clip and wearing a sun dress because of the heat,
she had turned a few heads at the airport. If her petite five foot, five inches and blond hair
didn’t catch their attention, her aqua colored eyes did. Now it was all accented by a deep,
dark tan.
Pressure started to build in her ears, telling Christie they were beginning their
decent, though she couldn’t yet see land out the small window she had her forehead
leaning against. She glanced about her again, and noticed others were beginning to shift in
their seats, feeling the excitement of what lie ahead of them.
It was only a few more minutes before Christie got her first glimpse of Fantasy
Island. Palm trees lined the white beaches, and the rest of the island from this view looked
heavily covered in rainforest.
The plane touched down on the calm water with barely a bounce, and immediately
began slowing down, eventually coming to a slow crawl as it made its way to the pier.
Two men stood on shore, side by side. Christie smiled at how out of place the pair looked,
standing in the sweltering heat in their matching three piece white suits. Then there was
the contrast of the two men. One was tall, a little over six feet, of European decent, with
slightly graying hair and a warm smile. The man at his side was much shorter, a midget in
fact, and had dark hair and also a warm smile. He looked decidedly more excited than his
counterpart.
As the passengers disembarked the plane, they were greeted much the same way
Christie remembered having done on her trip to Hawaii two years ago. One by one the
pretty dark haired native woman dressed in a grass skirt, bikini top, and her tanned legs
accented by flowers around her left ankle, placed a fragrant flowered Lei around every
passenger’s neck, planting a kiss on a cheek as she did so. From there they gathered on the shore, near the two men.
The tall man that Christie knew to be Roarke from the brochures, said in his
pleasant sounding accent, to the group in general, “Welcome to Fantasy Island!”
By: Skyler Vanseenie, Hilery Davenport and Chet Duke.
It was all over the papers, it was heard on the news and it had reached Hazzard County like on of the four corners of the earth. A twelve year old boy was missing, his parents were frantic and the hole state of G.A. was on a major search.
Tunder Mason Chase, known to all as Riddick sat at a round table with Bo and Luke Duke, an Atlanta news paper lay open on the table in front of him.
“Have they found that kid yet?” Bo Duke asked leaning towards Riddick to glimsp at the head lines in the paper.
The exconvict only shook his head and continued to read the artical, his white pupiled eyes darted back and fourth over the print.
“Bo, that aint just another kid there looking for.” Luke Duke said as Daisy Duke brought another piture of beer to there table.
Riddick pushed his glass forward for a refill but he didn’t raise his eyes from the paper.
“What do you mean Luke?” Bo said refilling there mugs.
“He’s a computer genius, he ran away from some kidnappers who were trying to break a password on a computer disk.” Luke said eyeing his younger cousin.
“Wasn’t a password.” Riddick’s gravely voice came as he set the paper on the table, lowering it from a reading poise. Everyone looked at him wonderiously. “It was a barrier code on one of five disks.” His voice rumbled in his throat again as he met everyones stair.
Everyone lookd at him, his big muscular frame half hidden in the dim lighting of the Boars Nest. Luke looked at him the deepest, tryin to read the story behind the white eyes, but it was all locked away. Locked away behind anger, greif, and who the hell knew what else had been in that exconvicts past or what he had done for that mater.
“How do you know that?” Luke asked with a twisted look on his face.
Riddick gazed at him for a long moment, just stairing from the darkness not sure wether to tell the truth about his encounter with the five disks long ago or not. He’d killed people to get the five pieces to the ‘Puzzel’ as it was once called, he decided to tell the Dukes all he knew, know harm could come from it now.
“There were five Bank Corporation Disks….they were called the Puzzel when I ran with a gang. The disks came from Queens New York, they with held bank vault codes and transfer inforamtion for about five states…maybe six.” Riddick’s words came clearly, his eyes never leaving the Dukes.
The Dukes staired at him, Daisy stood in her waitress out-fit tray still in hand. All of them knew how dangerous Riddick was and how dangerous he had once been. Bo felt chills run down his spine and stop at his toes, he could only imagine Riddick in a gang of killers in N.Y.C. Luke felt differently, he ws not as imtinidated by Riddick’s past, it only made him more interested to find out what Riddick actually knew about what he called the ‘Puzzel’.
“So what your saying is that theres a twelve year old kid running around G.A. with one of the five Puzzel disks from NYC?” Luke said looking at Riddick seriously now.
“Possibly.” Riddick shot back with a warning look at the Duke his eyes narrows and his muscles flexing.
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