A/N: Well this was surely fun to write... God damn I suck at writing first chapters! D: Anyways, I hope this is alright...

Enjoy... God dammit D:


"You mean they're not poisonous by nature?" The brunette asked, staring down at the clutch of eggs inside of the incubator.

"Correct Ms. Ultear!" The man chirped towards the smaller woman, clapping his hands together for added effects. His eyes were drawn on the oval shaped eggs, six in total, resting under the light.

"How did you um, make them poisonous Mr. Bill?" She asked looking up towards the dark-haired male before being drawn by the non-moving eggs. The man smiled towards the girl before asking the woman to follow him towards the many computers and monitor screens. He held his hand out towards one in particular, "we can genetically engineer particular strands of DNA into the Dilophosaurus to allow such a function! Unlike in Jurassic Park, Dilophosaurus never had a frill so the researchers here only added a venomous bite and spit." Bill smiled at the next part, "for show, of course!"

"S-Show?" The woman asked cocking a brow, her voice trembling slightly at this. She knew of the island's main income was indeed show. Dinosaurs were raised since they've been hatched to believe that the human caretakers were their actual mothers. They were then trained to perform various tricks (with their added abilities) for the amusement of the crowds of people that flocked here for the shows.

"I thought you would've known that Samantha," he questioned towards the brunette before smiling. "Well know that you know of our source of money – your job as a caretaker is to well care for these unborn Dilophosaurus~!"

"Oh um, sir I already knew of the island's income when I took the job," Samantha quickly added in before smiling. "I get to take care of dangerous creatures, yay..."

"I couldn't take care of some Edmontosaurus or Ouranosaurus..?"

"Would you like to care for the Novaraptors instead~?"

"N-No thank you, I like the Dilophosaurus!" The girl quickly finished with a smile pulling her lips upwards into a fake smile.

"Very good Ms. Ultear!" Bill finished before giving Samantha a hard pat on the back causing her stumble forward slightly.

"I'll send someone over to give you basics of everything," the man finished handing a white uniform to Samantha. He headed towards the door before smiling, "welcome aboard Sammy! Hope you enjoy working here!"

The brunette frowned watching as the older man left the room. Blue eyes glanced down towards the crisp uniform she held currently. Curiously she placed the clothing down and examined each piece with careful inspection. The shirt was simple, plain white and long-sleeved with a pocket over the left chest. Her fingers dug inside of the pocket, fumbling around until they wrapped around something rectangular and cool in temperature. Pulling it out, she found herself a badge.

'Samantha Ultear – Dilophosaurus Caretaker'

"Cool," the woman muttered clipping the badge onto the right chest of the shirt, carefully folding it and putting it aside. Her hands grabbed the pants which were simple black slacks – nothing special about them. After folding them and placing them next to the shirt she moved onto the other items. A pair of gloves, – that were rather thick – a pair of black shoes with an inserted steel toe, and goggles.

Her nail tapped against the thick plastic on the goggles before placing them aside. She noticed a cattle prod rested at the end of the clothing. Carefully she picked it up before throwing it onto the clothing as quickly as she picked it, acting as if it were going to bite her! She was never the one to use weapons, even if her father did hunt when the season came around.


Currently, she sat there watching over the eggs in the incubator – they didn't move though that was to be expected right now. A sigh escaped her lips as she rested her chin in her palm, staring at the six oval eggs. Out of slight boredom, she tapped her nail against the thick glass feeling the warmth from the light warming the eggs.

The door opened with a 'whoosh' drawing Sam's attention away from the six eggs. She met the face of a rather young man (he had to be younger then Samantha) who smiled kindly back at her.

"Ms. Samantha Ultear?" The blonde asked cocking a brow as he pointed an index finger at the brunette.

"Yes," the woman answered, smiling back as she stood up accepting his hand shake.

"Ah cool! My name is Joel Holman," he introduced himself placing a hand on his chest, blue eyes closed. "I'm the caretaker for the Carnotaurus! I'll also be giving you the basic dos and don'ts here at the facility." He smiled at this, obviously proud of such a position. "You're the caretaker for the Dilophosaurus, right?" He pointed to the incubator.

"Mhm, from what I've been told they're supposed to hatch soon." Samantha responded eyeing the container with peeked interest before returning her gaze back to Joel.

Joel frowned before smiling again, "well they won't hatch anytime today so c'mon I'll show you around!" He had already taken the brunette by her wrist pulling her out the door. "I'll show you my lab first! It's pretty close to yours!"

"O-Okay!" The woman agreed, seeing it as her only option at this point. It wasn't like she could say no. This kid was showing her around.


"They've modified the horns?" She repeated with a puzzled expression.

"Yep!" Joel chirped happily as he ran his hand over the gray scaled Carnotaurus who only encouraged the affection by shoving the large of it's into his hand. "Like your Dilophosaurus' ability to produce poison – the Carnotaurus were modified to have their horns pointed forwards, for show of course!"

Well now, where did Samantha hear that enthusiasm..?

"What do they do exactly?" Sam asked giving another look at the large carnivore that seemed to act more like a trained, loyal dog rather than a vicious bull. Joel smiled before the Carnotaurus had gladly accepted a large slab of meat the blonde had offered him, giving him a pat on the head.

"They mainly pull whatever the crowd wants 'em to pull," he explained shrugging. "In rare cases we throw herbivores into a pen with 'em and the crowds apparently love it." Samantha felt a frown mar her features; she didn't bother with any more questions. "This fella is Bull – he's my favorite~," the blue eyed man spoke with a smile on his features. He gave yet another pat to the large carnivore.

"He looks erm... friendly?" Sam spoke not able to find an appropriate word to describe the two's relationship. Indeed the Carnotaurus was friendly as he ignored Samantha completely – only giving his attention to Joel. A part of Sam was grateful for the creature's short mind.

"You should probably head back to your lab, huh?" Joel asked Sam who gave a quick nod of her head.

"Right! I'll see you tomorrow then?" He asked with a smile.

"Yeah, see you later Joel... Bull," she excused herself before quickly trotting out the door. A shaky sigh left her lips as her hands were shoved into the pockets of her new slacks. Well, this was surely going to be an interesting job..! Approaching the lab, Sam placed her hand onto the scanner before typing in the four digit code. The once red light now flickered green before the door slid open quickly, Samantha followed in quickly after. The door automatically slid back into place behind her.

She gave another look over the eggs before she sat down in front of them, watching them with curious interest. "You guys should hatch already..." She mumbled with a frown before closing her eyes for a few seconds, her palm supporting her chin.

A few minutes passed which quickly turned into hours before Sam woke up with a slight startle. Her vision was blurry from the short cat nap though a few rapid blinks had cleared her vision back to the way it was. She peeled her face away from the incubator's glassed frame cringing at the slight stinging pain that was brought along with it. She glanced back the eggs noticing a few shaking violently. Excitement soon coursed through the girl as she quickly sat up from her seat, the chair falling over in the process – though she could give two shits about the damn chair! Right now, the eggs were hatching!

The incubator glass lifted, steam from inside flooded the woman's face as she quickly swatted it away. She smiled down at the eggs, watching them as they cracked open. The first one to come was a green scaled Dilophosaurus with brown markings running on the sides. It chirped in such a high tone that Sam covered her ears briefly. The second egg hatch and a black speckled Dilo popped out, a bright blue crest decorated her face and the double crest. She helped the hatchling out by picking the dinosaur out from egg and placing her down on the metal surface. The third, fourth, and fifth soon appeared both being a pale blue with a red dorsal stripe and crest. The six was the last and obviously the runt of the group, being smaller than its siblings yet a skin tone that was similar to the first hatchling; green with a yellow gradient on its arms and legs.

They all chirped and cried out together snapping Samantha back into reality. She panicked slightly.

"Uh, what do you guys want!?" She yipped looking around the lab for anything useful, her eyes landing on a nearby freezer and refrigerator. Jogging over to the fridge she pulled the door open revealing a large display of thawed meat packed neatly together in bundles.

Grabbing a few sirloins from the middle shelf she closed the door again before grabbing a simple knife. Dragging the knife over the thin wrap, Sam was able to slice open the material before ripping it off – throwing it off into some random direction. She frowned as her fingers wrapped around the slimy dead cow pulling it out before flopping it onto the table next to the screaming babies.

Like an expert, she quickly sliced off thin strips of the red meat before piling them next to her. "You guys hungry..?" She asked dangling a small strip of sirloin in front of the hatchlings – who immediately – smelling the dead flesh – ran over to the woman, snapping at the dangling food before dragging it off to the side. They hissed at each other. The three blue Dilophosaurus ran back over to Samantha, chirping loudly before they were given another small slab of cow.

Small happy coos escaped their needle-toothed mouths ripping apart the sirloin in various shreds. They were now fed and eating. Curiously she went to drag her finger on the speckled Dilo's scales though once the feeling off warm scales touched the pads of her fingers – Sam was met with a blinding speed from the juvenile along with one hell of a bite too. She yelped pulling her finger back (startling the clutch in the process) as she examined her bleeding finger.

Well, she should've known better then to do something like that... She could see the digit swell and turn a rather sick black-purple pigmentation and a stinging pain remained.

"Already poisoned..!" Sam thought with a sudden fear as she shook her hand in hopes of ridding the now numbing finger.

Well, that tactic failed...