Jurassic Park IV: Raptors Unite
When Kyle and his gang try to radio in for more backup, the team realizes someone has destroyed the boat…and find teeth marks everywhere.
II
Who Let the Raptors Out?
"What're you saying, that there's some T. Rex on the island now?" asked Arnold.
"No. If there were, there wouldn't even be a corpse here. We better get back to the boat and call for backup." said Kyle.
"With what? Our radios can't operate out of range, and the base is nearly 120 miles that way." Jason pointed out.
"Yeah, you're right. Let's get back to the boat."
"DUDE!! What the hell happened to our boat?!" yelled Jason.
The military ferry boat was half-sunken and on fire. All but one of the jeeps washed away in the tide, presumably sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
"We were gone for only an hour! How does someone trash a military boat in a freaking hour without anyone noticing?!" asked Kyle.
He eventually cooled down and sighed, saying, "Let's try and scavenge any equipment that wasn't damaged."
4:30 a.m.
Arnold, Kyle and Jason were walking through the water and looking for anything that could've been used to aid them or help call for backup. But it seemed everything was smashed or damaged from too much exposure to water.
"Radio's smashed." said Arnold.
"All the food's gone, the antenna ray is inoperative now." said Kyle.
"I think someone stole most of our weapons..." advised Jason.
"Shit!" yelled Kyle, throwing a broken glass container at the wall.
He rested against one of the desks. "It was only one..."
Kyle stopped talking when he felt something very sticky on his hand.
"Ew, what..."
"Is that tar...?" asked Arnold.
Kyle pulled his hand away and it flinged itself back to the desk.
"I'm stuck! Get this gunk offa me!"
Arnold and Jason both pulled Kyle's hand in an attempt to get it off the mysterious black gunk. Eventually, Kyle said, "Screw it." and cut some of the skin off his hand with his knife.
"We need to regroup right now. Something is seriously wr--" Arnold slipped on a pile of a pale, slimy substance.
"That is a pile of spit." said Jason.
"No, it's--"
"Yes it is Kyle! Look how thick it is! I don't know what was here, but with all this black stuff and spit everywhere, I think it's the--"
"Don't even go there." Arnold interrupted.
"OPEN YOUR EYES ARNOLD!! What more proof do you need? We saw a live corpse, there's saliva and tar and..."
"That's enough!" yelled Kyle, wrapping a bandage around his hand.
"All I know is that we have to call the other back here and see if they can figure this out. There's just gotta be an explanation..."
5:12 a.m.
"Where have you been? We've been calling you guys for forever!" said Kyle.
"What happened to your hand?" asked Gyness.
"Never mind that. Look what happened to our boat."
Everyone looked in awe and frustration, confused just as much as Kyle and his hunters were.
"Wha--I don't understand this. Who could've--"
"Unless another rogue group was sent here besides us, I can assume it was some dinosaur." said Jason.
"Jason--"
"No, he's right. We found a...rather large footprint a few miles down that way." said Jaz.
"And we actually saw a raptor with a huge bite taken out of it. I'm hoping it wasn't a T-Rex." said Arnold.
"Dude, screw a T-Rex; you stand still and your fine. It'll just walk right past you." said Ryck.
"That's bullcrap! Everyone knows if you want to escape a T-Rex, run under its legs!" said Hakar.
"Guys--"
"Shut up Ren. Besides, a velociraptor can chase you and claws your intestines out!" said Ryck.
"Yeah, but can they step on you?"
"Guys--"
"That's not the point! No ever died from getting stepped on by a T-Rex!"
"Not true! Some Latin mercenary on Isla Sorna got crushed under a T-Rex's foot!"
"GUYS!"
"What!?" said Ryck and Hakar in unison.
"...Where's Jonny?" asked Ren.
"I know I heard something growl at me. It had to be one of those dinosaurs! ...Unless it were a panther stalking me in a tree."
Jonny tripped over something and landed face down in a pile of muddy water.
"Damnit, I tripped over a--OHH G--!!" Jonny quickly jumped away after he saw the corpse of one of the tourists. His skeleton was still covered in meat and his Hawaiian shirt was ripped apart. Of course, it still didn't prove it wasn't just a panther or cougar.
"Okay Jonny, calm down. Calm down, Jonny. You've seen a dead guy before. It's not like you stood up and looked straight at a--"
Jonny immediately stopped talking after he looked up and was up close and personal with the creature that killed the tourist.
It was a velociraptor, nearly the same height as him, green with spikes trailing from its tail to the top of his head. They almost resembled feathers in a way. It wasn't that Jonny couldn't move, it was that Jonny shouldn't move. Velociraptors were just as dumb if not dumber than a T-Rex. Chances are if he didn't move, it'd just walk away and find some other form of prey. Too bad that the muddy puddle Jonny fell in was a bloody mud puddle, which was soaking into the fabric of his clothing. In the predator's eyes, he reeked of blood. Jonny suddenly realized it too when it approached Jonny, as though it were sniffing him. Jonny could've sworn he saw the beast smile devilishly and he knew he was in trouble.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. Let's just...talk--"
The raptor took a step forward.
"Oh, God." he muttered.
The raptor took another step forward. Jonny gulped hard and meekly said, "Help?"