A/N: Hello wonderful people! I have decided to put this kinda-sorta crossover under the beyblade section, after over-analyzing, and over-thinking, and blah blah blah. I guess, um, just please let me know (nicely!) if you think it's in the right or wrong place. Thanks!
Btw, I hope you like it! :3 I've been working on and off on this story for almost a year, lol. Any feedback would be much appreciated!
Warning: There will be some swearing. Just saying. And this will be a mature-level story. From a not-so-quite mature person XD But seriously, it's not the usual humor. At all. It's actually gonna have mature themes in it.
Dedications: I dedicate this to anyone who will like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or Jurassic Park or dinosaurs or bladers or islands or planes. I do own my mind, which is scary enough, thank you.
Hilary sighed joyfully; she was finally going on a vacation! It had been so long since she had one, and all she had to do now was wait to get there.
She was on her way to some remote island that looked wonderful in the brochures. After trying, unsuccessfully, to book a flight herself, she asked Mr. Dickenson for help. Let's just say he did help, but he seemed uneasy when he called her back with the good news. She remembered how he asked if she was sure she really wanted to go there, and to be safe if she does. What did he think, that I'd be afraid of some lizards or something? I can handle myself.
Yawning, she decided to lean back, and go to sleep.
xxx
Mr. Dickenson was sure he was overanalyzing of course. Hilary was a big girl, she can take care of herself. Although, it was a bit worrying that he couldn't get through to anyone. He did some research on the island, and read all about the rumors surrounding it. People were talking about dinosaurs for crying out loud. But, they were only rumors right?
Besides, it looked like the perfect place for the teams to train.
He reached for the phone to call Tyson with the news.
xxx
A phone rang at the dojo. Grandpa Granger, being the only person inside on this wonderful day, answered.
"Yo, it's Grandpa Granger, at your service!"
"Oh, what a nice surprise! Good to hear you Grandpa. Say, is Tyson there? Tell him it's Mr. Dickenson."
"You got it, homeboy! I'll go get him right now!" Mr. Dickenson could hear him yell in the background. "Hey Tyson, my homeboy! Mr. D is on the phone for you!"
Tyson picked up the phone. "Hello? Mr. D?"
"Good morning Tyson, how have you been?"
"Um, fine, uh, what's up?"
"Listen, how would you like to go to a different location to train for the next tournament? I'm sure you'd love the change," Mr. Dickenson paused to wipe his brow nervously, "I know just the place where you and all your friends can train without outside distractions-"
"Mr. Dickenson?"
"Yes?"
"I'd love to go, but you don't have to make it sound like a sales pitch."
"I'm sorry Tyson, my boy, but I'm glad you'll go. I was thinking of sending a few teams with you on my private jet, if that's ok."
"Sure, that's fine by me. We can all have practice beybattles!"
"Whatever you like. I'll make the arrangements for the plane now, I'll let you go tell your team. Goodbye Tyson."
"Bye, Mr. D!"
xxx
Hilary awoke with a scream. Willing herself to calm down, she realized she was still on the plane. When she looked around, however, she froze. The pilot was missing, and the plane was stuck in a tree.
"What's going on? Why am I in a tree? Where's my pilot?" Panic was rising, and she didn't like it one bit.
She was pacing nervously, praying that the pilot was just playing a joke on her.
When Hilary found some blood and an arm directly beneath the plane, she doubted it was a prank.
"I-I need to get out of here," she began to tell herself. The talking out loud seemed to help. She rummaged through the items on the plane, seeing what she could bring with her. Food, water bottles, guns-
Guns! "Why are there guns? Was the pilot going to hunt some birds and lizards?"
On an impulse, she took a small handgun and a rifle, with the hope that they were fully loaded. "Just in case I starve or something…"
On her way to the exit, she found a note:
Just went to scope the damage on the exterior, and see if there are any food sources nearby. I will be right back.
Hilary glanced dully at the ground. "Well, your arm kept the promise. Where's the rest of you? Do I dare find out? Do I dare leave the plane?"
She heard a bone-chilling sound in the distance. "I dare to get far away from that noise." Her gut wrenched as she climbed down quickly.
xxx
"Sweet, this island training idea sounds fun!" Max said excitedly.
Ray smiled. "So which island will it be at? The Bahamas? Galapagos Islands? Hawaii?"
Tyson shrugged. "Mr. Dickenson didn't tell me. But the Bahamas would be SWEET!"
Kai didn't say anything. While Tyson was rambling on and on about this training paradise, Kai called Tala. Not that anyone noticed. He didn't call for any reason in particular, of course. Just to, possibly, figure out where he'd be spending all his time. Tala promised to call back shortly, so Kai would wait for it.
xxx
Mr. Dickenson was just finishing up the jet arrangements when the phone rang. "Ah, I wonder who that may be?" He reached for the phone. "Hello?"
"Mr. Dickenson."
"Good afternoon Tala! How are you doing, my boy? It's been a while since we talked-"
"Where are all the teams training?" Tala was to the point, as always.
"Oh, you heard already? Well, this year I decided it would be fun for the bladers to have a change of scenery, so I am jetting the teams out to an island that is nice and secluded to make sure there will not be any interruptions-"
"What island, Mr. Dickenson?"
"Well, it is called Isla Sorna. In fact, Hilary should be there already. Did you by chance want to join the teams in training there? I can arrange-"
"No thanks, we'll pass. Talk to you later."
Tala hung up before Mr. D could respond.
xxx
Kai's phone rang silently. He glanced at his team, all of whom were still chattering excitedly about their island training, and walked out of the room.
"Kai! Where are you going?"
"Aren't you excited?"
"Hn." His team heard the back door open and close. He put the phone to his ear.
"Kai."
"Tala."
A few moments of silence passed. Kai's patience was beginning to run thin. "Well? What's going on?"
"I'm making Ian look it up. But what I do know so far is that it's called Isla Sorna, or whatever. Oh, and that Hilary is there. Who was Hilary again?"
Kai facepalmed. "Hilary is our coach."
"Oh, right, of course, I knew that. I was just messing with you is all."
"Right," Kai said, not believing a word he was hearing. "Anyway. The island?"
"Oh yes. Ian says that there are-ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME IAN? THAT'S FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!"
Kai gripped the phone tighter. "What's impossible?"
Tala sighed. "I don't believe this, I don't believe this. Does EVERY site say this, Ian? Seriously? Why? Why don't you know? WHAT KIND OF HACKER ARE YOU?"
Kai's patience was running thinner. "TALA WHAT IS GOING ON?"
He heard a sigh from the other end. "You really wanna know?"
"Yes! That's the reason I called, dumbass."
"The island has dinosaurs."
Kai sighed. "You must be kidding me."
"That's what the sites say. Believe it or not."
"I choose not."
"What do you think Hilary would say, right now?"
xxx
"Oh my god, dinosaurs exist now?" Hilary whispered to herself, watching the herd of triceratops from the trees. "It must be a nice clearing for these ones to live in. Peaceful."
All of a sudden, she heard that freaky bone-chilling sound again. It sounds so close. She looked behind her. Nothing was there.
Looking back in front of her, she saw a fierce, and hungry-looking, T-rex. And a bloody triceratops motionless in front of it.
"I think this is my cue to leave." Pale, and wide-eyed, Hilary snuck away from the scene as quietly as possible.
Once she was sure she got away undetected, she broke out in a run. She didn't know where she was going, but anywhere was better than in the tyrannosaur's belly. So Hilary kept going, avoiding the tree branches and stumps as best she could, but she knew her arms and legs were all scratched up already.
About a few minutes of aimless running, she came to an abrupt stop. "Wow…" she breathed, mouth agape, "that's a lot of eggs."
And it was true. There were several nests filled with at minimum six eggs each. The fact that the nests were lined up in a circle didn't escape her notice. However, she didn't know the significance of the pattern. Nor did she know who the parents were.
"What's inside these eggs anyway?"
She jumped at a sudden noise behind her. A dinosaur just a foot taller than her revealed itself, hissing and growling.
Her body started shaking when a second one jumped out and growled at her from an angle different than the first.
Hilary's face paled, and she let out a whimper, when the third one popped out. The third one made no noise. It just watched her, calculating. The dinosaur's stare was very unnerving.
She let out a gasp once she figured out which three dinosaurs had her surrounded.
Raptors.