Jurassic Park: Muldoon's Menace
Chapter 2
Muldoon quickly swung his SPAS-12 at the Raptor, hoping to get a shot off. However he was just too slow as the Raptor leapt at him bringing him to the ground. The gun was sent flying into the bushes far out of reach and Muldoon could only rely on his armour for protection now. But the Raptor was on top of him now and her claws dashed across his chest, easily ripping the Kevlar to shreds. He screamed, knowing that there was absolutely nothing he could do. His gun was out of reach, his Protective Vest was in shreds and he was nowhere near strong enough to take on a fully grown Alpha Velociraptor. He was going to die.
But then, the attack stopped; just like that. Muldoon slowly peeled his eyes open, to come face-to-face with the Raptor, her yellow-green eyes locking with his blue. She was still on top of him, yet wasn't slicing his ribcage open or tearing his throat out. No, she simply sat there, staring at him. What the hell? He began panicking; his senses heightening as panic and paranoia washed over him in a tsunami of 'What now?' questions.
Then out of nowhere, the Raptor leaned in closer and started nuzzling him, the almost soft scales against his bare skin making him shudder. Wait a minute⦠bare skin? Slowly looking down, to avoid provoking the Raptor, he was rather surprised to see that the Raptor had ripped his shirt apart as well as his vest. What the actual, freaking hell?! Then, as if things weren't bad enough already, the Raptor began to lick his shoulder, smoothly and gently, forcing Muldoon to instinctively try to pull away. Bad idea. The Raptor straightened up and placed one of her killing claws right on top of Muldoon's throat. He froze as she leaned right into his face, growling menacingly. He wasn't getting out of this and it was probably not a good idea to try. He swallowed lightly at the thought of just what she might do to him. Oh god. He closed his eyes, painfully waiting. It paid off. The Raptor stepped back, removing her claw from his neck.
Muldoon was unsure whether or not to make a move. He didn't need to however as the Raptor suddenly whipped round staring at the sky intently. Whatever it was Muldoon couldn't hear it. He strained his hearing, years of experience kicking in. There it was, faint but there all the same. The faint whirring of rotor blades. A helicopter. The Raptor turned and stepped to Muldoon's side. He flinched away when she bent down. However she didn't start nuzzling or licking his shoulder, instead, she gently yet firmly bit down on his shoulder. She wasn't drawing blood but it still hurt! Next of all, Muldoon's nearly on the floor. The Raptor was pulling at his shoulder. Oh no. Muldoon pulled back, to which he was slammed on the floor, his legs swept out from underneath him by a thick tail. Still with a grip on his shoulder, the Raptor began to drag him into the bushes. Muldoon put up no resistance. It was useless. He looked back at his shotgun and sighed. He could at least have shot himself.
This was going to be one hell of a living nightmare.
