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Chapter 1: Prologue

John Hammond sped through a canopy of mist and foliage.

He could care less about the Jeep, sliding as he took turns too fast, tires spitting mud in the air when they lost traction.

It had been 15 minutes since Alan Grant had called him, reassuring Hammond that the phones were now operational and that they had to call for rescue. Even in that moment of victory Hammond heard a woman shriek and shots fired, followed by the intrigued growls of a velociraptor. Hammond had shouted like he never had before, enraged and frightened for his two grandchildren. He moved quickly to get Ian Malcolm out of the emergency bunker.

Now he was flying toward the visitor's center in a Jeep that had survived a run-in with a Tyrannosaurus Rex. He sped up.

Ian wheezed, "I know we're in a rush, but do we have to hit every rut in the road?"

The last word trailed off, his head bounced and he clutched his leg as Hammond hit a hole worn in the dirt path by the blinding rain of a tropical storm the night before.

The garage came into view, a slight bend in the road. Hammond could see the top of the visitor center roof. He had an air rifle with toxic darts in the back of the Jeep and he intended to use it.

"I should have listened to Muldoon... Those raptors..." he said half to himself. He wanted to kill every last raptor in the park. This was their fault.

"And Nedry..." he said through gritted teeth. He hoped Nedry was dead. He took back that hoped and replaced it with another; he hoped the fat man who had ruined his park was still alive, left alone on the island. Hammond imagined Nedry emerging from the jungle with a chocolate bar in one hand and a soda in the other, oblivious as usual, going in to the visitor center to find the T-rex. He took back this thought as well; he imagined Nedry walking into the control room to find a pack of Velociraptors which disembowled him and ate him alive. Regardless of whatever fate had befallen Nedry, Hammond knew it wasn't a proper payment for his mistake.

He stopped the Jeep at the bottom of the steps which led to the Visitor Center doors. As he stopped the breaks squeaked. Malcolm winced and sat up to look at the Vistor Center and Hammond reached for the cane next to him, but before he could move the large front doors swung open and from the entrance Alan Grant, Ellie Sattler and Hammond's grandchildren, Lex and Tim Murphy, scrambled down the steps and climbed into the dented and dirty Jeep.

"Mr. Hammond, after careful consideration I've decided not to endorse your park." said Grant, worry and relief clear on his brow, sitting on the Jeep's door, careful to avoid Malcolm's broken leg.

"So have I." Hammond said low and determined.

Hammond threw the Jeep into gear and hit the accelorator, heading straight for the halipad and for rescue as the thunderous roar of the T-rex rolled behind them.

They passed an open field where the long necks of Brachiosaurs could be seen amongst scattered trees and down by a large lagoon. Hammond couldn't help but slow the vehicle. The sun was behind them, glinting on the surface of the lagoon, the dinosaurs were calm and myseriously beautiful. A low trumpeting call drifted on a breeze. Hammond felt a lump form in his throat. Everyone in the Jeep stared at the spectacle. The beauty seemed surreal and the soft sonds of the brachiosaurs was like a song, taking away the pain of the past twenty four hours. Suddenly a herd of Parasaurolophus burst from the trees around the field, wheeling and changing direction as they broke free of the foliage. A loud mournful cry replaced the song of the Brachiosaurs as three Velociraptors emerged from the trees right on the heels of the herd. A fourth and fifth raptor emerged from the jungle where the parasuarolophus were heading. The herd broke and a single hadrasaur was singled out as slashing claws lept at the creatures flanks, spilling blood and causing the creature to unleash a shrill, pain filled, sound of terror. The brachiosaurs continued to eat, indifferent of the creatures scurrying around their feet. The herd had made it to where the massive brachiosaurs stood and a curious raptor had followed. The raptor approached the herd getting close to one of the brachiosaur. A massive tail swept through the air and the raptor was knocked twenty yard aways, crippled, where it's comrades, turning from the corpse of the slain parasaurolophus, descended upon it to feed.

"John." said Grant.

Hammond realized he had stopped the Jeep. Grant turned his gaze from the lagoon to Hammond. Lex was crying in the back seat and Ellie had a comforting arm around her. Hammond let off the brake and drove on. The field disappeared behind thick foliage just as two more raptors emerged from the trees.

The Jeep approached the helipad and Hammond slowed.

The silver and blue helicopter landed ahead.

Grant helped Malcolm into the helicopter and Ellie went with Lex and Tim. Hammond walked to the end of the helipad, tears beginning to swell in his eyes, the sound of helicopter rotors and a waterfall somewhere behind him, the Brachiosaur song somewhere ahead. He had lost two very good employees he considered friends, he would lose millions of dollars, and he would lose the park.

Hammond jumped a bit as Grant pulled him away, toward the helicopter, toward rescue, trying to comfort him. Hammond didn't want rescue, he wanted to fix the park.

John Hammond watched sullenly as he left Jurassic Park. He watched every inch of land pass, blurring below him, every piece of his entertainment dream seemed to be disappearing, then the blue ocean overwhelmed his view. His dream was gone. Hammond stared at the amber head of his cane thinking, and dreaming…

Credit where credit's due:

Thanks to Storytellers for the very good review that prompted me to edit and fix my story and who helped with the re-writing of this chapter.