[ IP ] Fight or Flight

It was early morning at the Newell Military Base, in the Florida Keys, when Colin Bellamy woke up, ready for an adventurous day. The second his eyes shot open, he jumped off his bunk, put on his jumpsuit, grabbed some tools and food, and left his barrack before the sun was fully up. He walked for about twenty minutes to the plane he loved most: *Betsy*. It was repainted from a Japanese Zero, straight from the war. He propped a ladder to the cockpit and looked up at the sinister clouds. He planned on going into the Bermuda Triangle and coming back. Why? Not because of glory, or innovation, or for a tropical island to relax on, but to find his best friend, Ingram. He went into the triangle a month earlier, and Bellamy planned on rescuing him. 
 
 Bellamy jumped into the cockpit and taxied to a more open runway, facing the sea. He went to eighty knots, and took off, letting the purple sky of dawn envelop him. He could even see stars and the moon slowly fade away. He flew east, hoping to reach the mysterious anomaly that has plagued the world's planes and ships. 
 
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 By midday, Bellamy reached what he thought was the Bermuda Triangle. His radar was accurate, but in front of *Betsy* there was an ominous wall of clouds reaching into the cosmos. Bellamy's stomach twisted into knots. His breathing became heavier. He began to excessively worry. He calmed down and looked at the picture of Ingram off to the side in the cockpit. *I'm doing this for him, * he thought. He sped up into the cloud wall. 
 
 As well as clouds, there was a lot of wind and electromagnetic waves, which messed with Bellamy's controls. He lost all sense of direction as the compass stopped working completely and the radar was dead. Bellamy kept flying, pushing negative thoughts to the back of his mind. After five minutes of fear, he finally reached the other side. It was tropical, as if it was a segment of the South Pacific placed in the Atlantic. As well as crystal clear water, there were several islands, some with houses and others just deserts. Bellamy decided to land *Betsy* on an island with an American military plane on it, but *Betsy* was knocked out of the sky onto a different island. 
 
 Bellamy got out of the cockpit carrying the pistol that he took from his other friend, and looked up to see a huge purple beast looking down on him. It had a long body, its front limbs were wings, its back limbs were something out of the pre-Cenozoic period, and it had blood-red horns. It hovered over the water, staring intently at Bellamy. Under the beast, in the water, smaller beasts swam to the shore. Bellamy shot at the beasts, but bullets did nothing. Bellamy was soon out of bullets, and the water beasts surrounded him. 
 
 `` Please,'' Bellamy said. `` If you kill me, can you let Randall Ingram of the United States Air Force out of here?'' 
 
 The beast eyed Bellamy. `` Fine,'' it said. The water beasts attacked Bellamy and pulled him underwater. 
 
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 Randall Ingram woke up in the shell of his plane. He barely had an idea of what happened. He looked out of the broken cockpit window to the sun. It was one in the afternoon. He looked behind the plane, thinking he remembered something there. There was virtually nothing; just water and a cool sea breeze pushing the shell west, where Cuban fishermen would find Ingram, and he would be returned to Newell Military Base.
