Chapter One: Something Bigger
In the lush green of Isla Sorna, the animals bred there, later to be transported to Jurassic Park when they were mature enough, thrived in peace. The factory floor of Jurassic Park became a natural preserve for the genetically cloned dinosaurs. Suddenly, thunder boomed in the sky. A rain storm was approaching the island.
A man with black hair and brown eyes noticed the quickly approaching rain. He then turned to four more people, who were taking samples of the ferns and bushes of the jungle. "Alright people, let's start winding down for the day. A storm's coming our way." he said. The group then began packing up some of the equipment to keep from getting soaked by the rain. But before heading inside to a trailer, a man with silvery aviators quickly caught up to him. "Dr. Matthews, I think we found something." the man said.
The man led Matthews to a spot through the green of the tropical forests, stepping through muddy terrain on the way. The two soon came to a clearing where two other people were. One was kneeling down to the ground, looking up to Matthews. The doctor was then surprised by what he then saw. A large impression in the mud, three toed with claws. It was familiar with the descriptions made by Dr. Alan Grant when he recalled his time on the island with the Kirby family as they tried to escape. A woman, dressed in a long sleeve shirt, looked at him. "You think this is our old friend, Spiny?" she asked, referring to Spinosaurus. Matthews looked at the arrangement of the toes, looking for any differences that could have it set apart from the impression belonging to Spinosaurus. He did notice that there were some differences. The digits were larger in the center of each toe. It looked as if it were a larger specimen of the predatory animal. Matthews took off his brownish, wide-brimmed fedora, running his hand through his hair. "Well, it looks like Spinosaurus, but the center digit is slightly larger."
The woman took off her glasses. "A bigger one?"
Matthews tilted his head a bit in a shrug. "It's entirely possible." he said as he got back up. "There's been larger specimens of Tyrannosaurus found."
The other man then stood as well. "But you know, Jonathan, this could be something big, not meaning the Spinosaurus, but finding a larger specimen of this carnivore would be pure gold. Especially if we document it alive." he said.
Jonathan turned around. "I specifically said that we were to keep away from the predators. We're lucky that we all got away from the raptors at the start."
"Yeah, well thanks to the T-Rex when he suddenly showed up and tore most of them to pieces." the man said.
Jonathan then pointed to him. "Like I said, we're not going on a goose chase and wind up dead." he said as he walked back to the trailer. The man frowned a bit, the woman walked to him. "He's right, we came to retrieve samples of the plants here, not look for something that'll wind up eating us." she said.
"Well, I figure that some of these plants can be miracles in the scientific world, but think about it." he said. "The largest and most vicious predator alive today. Documented on camera living in its natural habitat."
The woman shook her head. "A suicidal ambition." she said.
"Not if you have the proper tools." he argued.
She then remembered that the crew had included a cache of firearms when they loaded supplies onto the boat. One of such was a tranquilizer gun.
"A tranq dart or two could easily sedate something like that. Remember the T-Rex that-"
"I recall the incident in San Diego with the T-Rex, I was on that bus when it slammed into its side." she said. She was at the back of the city bus when she saw the massive dinosaur suddenly slam its head into the side, sending people through the windows, but mostly out of their seats. Still, she couldn't believe that she was on the island where the same creature lived.
"Please Amy." he said. "If we can capture something like this, we can be filthy rich."
"I'm not going to risk my life for some stupid dinosaur, Scott." she said, walking away.
Scott stood there, sighing. He then looked back to the footprint, temptation of trying to single-handedly capture a vicious creature capable of killing him with ease became evident. He shook his head. "They're right...but I'll find a way." he said to himself, walking back to the base camp as the rain began to fall upon the lush vegetation of the island.
In the forests of the other island, there were the sounds of footsteps through the brush. A group of eight people, all dressed in survival vests and camouflage, walked through the greenery. The one ahead of the group appeared to have a scar run down his face, one of his dark blue eyes was foggy. "Come on boys, Ol' Spinysaurus is waiting." he said, pushing aside the brush. A woman, with brown hair and golden brown eyes, walked behind him. "You know," she spoke with a slight Spanish accent, "this might end up the way you don't want it."
"And what way would that be, Angelique?" he asked.
"All of us are dead." she said.
He then stopped, chuckling. "You still don't understand, do you? This is something only imagined in dreams."
"Make that nightmares." she corrected him.
"Think of capturing a Spinosaurus alive and selling it to the highest bidder. People will pay serious money to make something like that their personal pet." he said.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "And I don't want to die for some stupid animal."
"Spinosaurus Aegypticus is no ordinary predator." he said. "Even more dangerous than Tyrannosaurus."
"Si, Dr. Grant said the thing snapped a Rex's neck when he saw it fight one." she said.
"And it's capable of busting through a steel fence." he added.
"Because it was old and the power wasn't on."
"Wait! Stop!" he whispered, holding an arm out. The group stopped. "Listen."
The group listened for a sound. Apart from the chirping birds, there was nothing. The man then got a clear, plastic water bottle from his pack, tearing off the paper label and setting it on the ground, looking at it. There wasn't anything at first, but then there was a thud and rings then rippled the once still water. Another thud, the ripple intensified. The man retrieved the bottle, backing up. "We need to get out of this area, quick." he said quietly. The thudding grew louder. Angelique began backing away slowly. "What is it, Brock?"
"Tyrannosaurus." he said.
The trees were then pushed away to reveal the big head of the T-Rex, it bellowed in intimidation. Its eyes scanned the place where the group was, seeing if they could detect movement. Angelique froze. "Wait. It can only see movement. Stay still." she whispered. The carnivorous creature then purred, it seemingly narrowed its eyes. Brock was a bit frightened, but didn't move. The tyrannosaur then leaned down to him, getting within only a few inches distance of his face, snorting and sniffing. "Don't move." Angelique said.
Brock looked back to her. "You think I would?" he whispered irritably.
The T-Rex then narrowed its eyes at him, the pupils suddenly dilating. It then growled as it moved away from him. It then opened its mouth, ready to snap at Brock. "SHIT!" he suddenly said, jumping out of the way. The tyrannosaur's jaws then, instead of seizing him, dug into the mud, shoveling a mouthful. The man got back on his feet as the angered lizard shook the dirt from its mouth, uttering a roar once again.
"RUN!" Brock shouted. The group then began their attempt to flee the angered Tyrannosaurus as it began to pursue them. It roared once again in fury as it trudged after them, snapping its massive jaws when it neared one of the members.