*Disclaimer, I do not own any of the characters in any of the Jurassic Park/World films. Jurassic World belongs to Universal Studios.
"Hung-over"
In the dappled undergrowth of the jungle, the reptilian head slowly lifted up and scented the air. Carried on the swift arms of the wind was the scent of prey. She stepped forward through the dense foliage, barely creating a sound.
She was 6ft tall and nearly weighing 200 pounds. She was a dull green and her back was patterned with dark green stripes that blended in with the shadows.
Suddenly, out of a bush a few feet away, a wild boar squealed as it ran away from a raptor. The green raptor lunged forward and she sank her large sickle shaped claw into the muscular neck of the unfortunate swine.
The other raptor stepped forward and gave a gentle nudge to her side. She backed off and let her sister eat from the carcass first. Her sister always ate first, she preferred it that way.
At one time, her name was Delta, and her sisters' name was Blue. Though it seemed like ages ago when their first Alpha had reclaimed their loyalty back from White One.
White One, curse her scaled hide, she had killed Echo and had baby Charlie blown to smithereens. She and Blue never went a day without cursing those horrid crimson eyes and the snow white hide.
Ever since White One had been taken by Swimming One, she and Blue had been wondering around the island, fighting for survival. Luckily, they have survived for many days, hunting the wild boars and rodents that infested the island.
Her skin was decorated with many scars from the battle with White One and fights with the Flying Ones that thought they could make an easy meal of her and her sister.
Blue chirped to her that she could now eat.
She strode forward and thrust her snout into the abdominal cavity of the pig, eager to quiet the growling of her stomach.
He stumbled over to the bathroom, tripped, and landed in front of the porcelain basin of the toilet. Thank God he did, for he had the worst hangover in the history of hangovers.
He felt the burning sensation of stomach acid in the back of his throat, and then expelled the contents of his stomach into the toilet.
Moaning, he placed a heavily calloused hand on his pounding head.
"Owen?" A female voice asked from the door way of the bathroom.
He just moaned.
"Why do you keep doing this to yourself?" She asked.
"Not… in… the… mood…Claire," Owen managed to say before throwing up again.
Claire just sighed as she knelt down beside Owen and gently stroked his back calmingly.
Owen had been drinking heavily ever since they had returned from Isla Nublar. Claire knew Owen had a hard time dealing with the traumatic loss of Echo, Charlie and Delta.
But she couldn't understand why he had to drink till he passed out every night for the last two and a half months.
She was disrupted from her thoughts when he suddenly vomited again. She sighed as she got up to go get him a glass of water.
Walking down the hallway to the kitchen, she fell into thought.
She always wondered if it were possible to return to Isla Nublar to try and re-open Jurassic World. But it is unlikely that it will happen due to the amount of people that were killed by the Indominus, the Pteranodons and Dimorphodons as well as the raptors.
Reaching the kitchen, she strode over to the cupboards and pulled out a plastic drinking cup. Walking over to the sink, she turned on the cold water and placed the cup under the flow of water.
Of course, with the Indominus eaten by Lily the Mosasaur, there would be one less problem to deal with. Luckily, ACU is still fully armed and ready to be deployed at a moment's notice.
Just then, the cold tap water ran over the rim of the glass and onto her hand. Shutting off the tap, she dumped a little bit of water out of the cup.
She turned around and nearly jumped out of her skin. Owen was leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, and he looked like shit!
His eyes were bulging and red, his face was white and he was dotted in beads of sweat.
"Owen, are you alright?" Claire asked concernedly.
"I have to go back," He said.
"What?" She was puzzled.
"I have to go and find Blue, I know she is still alive," He said with tears rimming his eyes.
"Oh Owen, I am sorry, but we can't go back to Isla Nublar," She said sadly.
"Damn it, Claire, I will go back to that island, and nothing will keep me from my girl!" He said as he stumbled forward.
"I know you care for her, but we aren't able to get on the island," She said almost truthfully.
She stepped forward and embraced him in a comforting hug. He relaxed his head against her shoulder and started to weep.
"Owen, I am sure Blue is alright, she is one tough girl," Claire soothed.
He just murmured a response.
"Don't worry, Owen, at least we still have each other," Claire said as she leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"You really know how to cheer me up, Claire," He said as he returned the kiss.
She woke with a start.
She blinked the remaining sleep from her eyes.
Blue was standing in front of her and she looked annoyed.
'Are you awake now?' Blue asked.
'I guess so,' Delta replied.
'Then let's get going," Blue demanded.
With that, Delta rose to her feet and stretched. Laying a couple of feet away were the bones of the pig.
A few compys were pecking away at the slivers of meat that were left.
Delta paid no heed to the little scavengers as she followed Blue through the jungle.
As they were walking, Delta was beginning to smell familiar scents as they moved forward.
Suddenly, they came to a clearing close to a cliff above the ocean, where a large concrete building stood. Delta stopped and scented the air while Blue continued closer to the building. Delta let out a soft trill as the smells of the place began to register in her memory.
At that moment, Blue disappeared from sight, and Delta let out an alarmed cry.
When Blue returned, she had of all things she could carry, an old leather boot that was scratched and bitten in many places.
That was when it struck Delta; they were back at their old paddock.