Chapter Two
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Voices bounced around the arena that was deafening. Owen sat cramped between Malcolm to his left and a family of five to his right. Leaning forward, he peered at Sarah who was chewing on her nails nervously on Malcolm's other side. Apparently this was their first time to the Island, both refusing to associate with anything "real" dinosaur related from their previous experiences here many years ago.
"I never wanted to come back here," Malcolm had told him sharply, back in his room earlier that day, eyes blown wide with irritation and anger. "But InGen never learns. They keep messing with mother nature, well, mother nature always has a backup plan."
Sarah had ground out. "Ever since the San Fransisco incident…" her eyes had flicked over Malcolm's tense face. "Aella grew up with her mother in Chicago. She never saw Malcolm much. She wanted to be part of his life, but you can only do so much from so far. When she learned about how Malcolm had been involved with Jurassic Park, well, she kind of clung to that idea and thought that it was something amazing. I think she was around five at the time when Jurassic Park happened?" Malcolm had jutted his chin in agreement at his daughters age during the Jurassic Park debacle. "She wanted to be involved to be closer with Malcolm, even at a distance… especially when she learned Kelly (her half-sister) had been on the Island with us. Somehow… she ended up here."
"If I had known she was running around with fucking raptors," growled Malcolm, brows furrowed in disappointment. "I would have dragged her out of here by her teeth."
Now, they were seated in uncomfortable chairs awaiting the 'performance of a lifetime.' Whatever the hell that meant. Owen slumped in the plastic seat, eyes staring pointedly at the glass separating them from the forested cage. It reminded him of the cage in Jurassic World for his pack. Similar set up, but centered around the crowd. Like a Greek Colosseum, and they were about to watch starved lions chase an unwilling sacrifice. Who would win? He glanced at the nervous couple. His fingers were crossed for Aella.
There were screens hung above them that were holding advertisements for park entertainment. It disgusted him how this joke of a theme park could still be in full operation not even four months after the incident at Jurassic World. The operators had closed the park down for three weeks before they named a new successor after Simon Masrani's passing; Henry Wu. Somehow the bastard had wiggled his way through some legal contacts and bought out the rights. How in the hell could anyone let the man own this place? His thoughts were interrupted as the screen faded into black.
A somewhat familiar face popped up on the screen. The woman's strawberry blonde hair was wavy and wild, eyes zeroing on the camera, her smile wide and dimpled. With a clearer picture of her face, Owen could see she was in her mid to late twenties-youthful with a hint of laugh lines. Her voice soft yet bubbly as she spoke into the mic hooked around her ear, "Hello! Do we have a crowd today, or what?"
Screaming erupted throughout the stadium and she let out a giggle.
"And loud too, awesome!" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "My name is Aella Malcolm, and I'm Lou's trainer and best friend. What I am about to do is dangerous and is not condoned safe for anyone in their right mind to do ever, and that's including me-" she laughed at this, as if she had no care that she was literally insane for doing her job. "Just to give you a little background on my history with Lou and how things came to be as they are today. I started working for InGem as an animal behaviorist, I would document my research on different dinosaurs all over the park. But then… there was a special case."
Her eyes become unfocused as she looses herself in thought for a moment. She blinks, realizing that she's still on live television and runs a hand through her hair. "Sorry, um, so…. I was watching after the Velociraptors for awhile. When I noticed that they abandoned the runt. Now, from experience, usually the runt is abandoned and/or eaten, which is common. But there was just… there was something about this little dinosaur that was so adorable. I couldn't shake the dread in my gut of this poor baby dying because she appeared weaker. I guess I felt connected to that, being rather small myself, I know what it's like to be treated as if I'm inferior.
"I requested that Lou be removed from her section with the rest of the pack so I could work with her alone. See, raptors are highly intelligent beings. They are like the 'humans'-" she used air quotes, which made a few people chuckle. "-of the dinosaur world. In all actuality, they would outrun us faster than you can blink. So, if they ever do manage to take over the world… good luck, nice knowing you."
The way she said it with such truthfulness had Owen's eyes widen. A few people murmured tensely at the words. The incident at Jurassic World was still fresh, still raw. Good, he thought. People needed to know about the reality of the situations InGen created.
"Anyway!" She laughs at herself awkwardly, a smirk replacing her serious expression. "Lou and I spent a lot of time together. I have been a constant for the past four years. With her being so small, she needed to be fed as she was too young to hunt herself. Instead of using bots to feed or lowering anything into her cage… I decided to hand feed her, which is nothing I'd advise anyone ever do for a raptor. Honestly, I've got some scars on my fingers where she's accidentally nabbed me in the process-" Aella wiggles her fingers for show. "But Lou began to trust me. And as she got older she recognized me. Whenever someone else was close she'd treat them like prey, but with me, she'd treat me like a pack mate. We are very close. Closer than anyone has ever been with a prehistoric creature, let alone, a raptor. I'm proud to say I'm the one that Lou let in. It's a privilege and an honor to be her friend, for her to trust me and me to trust her."
"On the cameras here it will be displayed different angles of Lou's playground, which is what I enjoy calling it." The camera displays different areal views in six different corners of the screen. None of them show the raptor. "If you can't see us through the glass, you should be able to see us through one of those views."
The camera reverts back to her. She starts to backup towards a door. "Now-" she flashes a very smug look at the camera. "Let the games begin."
~Aella's POV~
My heart beats calmly as I twist the door knob. I'm met with the sound of a distant humming of the crowd through the glass and the buzzing of insects. I hide the irritation of the crowd behind a placid stare. They don't matter right now. I close my eyes and let the warm around envelope me, keeping my senses on the scent of dewy leaves and soil.
I hear the barely there padding of clawed feet. If I hadn't heard it every day for the last few years I never would have noticed. But I've trained myself, along with Lou, in this epic adventure I like to call life.
A smile tugs on my lips as I hear her breathing. The natural feeling when being approached from behind by an enormous creature that can tare you to shreds is fear. I guess I've never been normal.
I twisted on my heel to lock eyes with the deadliest creature in the world.
~Third Person~
Owen gripped the edge of his seat, knuckles white with fear. Enlarged on the hanging televisions and before his eyes through the glass stood Aella. She bore a pair of brown shorts, green tank, and combat boots. Her stance was tall and unwavering.
A caged door opened in one of the cameras points of view, and out stepped the raptor. The tenseness in the stands were causing anxiety to creep up the small groups spine. The raptor lifted his head, sniffing. Then it shot off in Aella's direction quickly.
Owen's jaw hurt, he was clenching it so tight. When it finally reached Aiella, it released a long breath causing her hair to sputter at the nape of her neck. It hovered in a stance that was a mixture between curiosity and one that could strike at any moment, clawed toe digging into the ground.
A gasp came through the crowd.
Aella turned on her heel. A smirk on her face. How could she be smirking at a time like this? When she was about to get her face eaten off by a freaking raptor?
She held up a hand and a flashback of Hoskins making the same motion, and the raptor's wide jaw latching onto his arm appeared.
The raptor cocked her head to the side curiously, analyzing the much smaller girl before her. Then she leant forward and nuzzled her nose into the palm of her hand. Owen didn't realize he'd held his breath until he sucked in a huge wave of air relived that he hadn't seen this young woman eaten alive, yet.
Malcolm exhaled sharply, his hand clenching Sarah's tightly in fear. "My god…" he whispered under his breath. That was his baby out there. Reaching out for something that he had personally witnessed, on more than a single account, eat people alive.
~Aella's POV~
"You ready girl?" I questioned in a soothing voice.
Lou let out a loud noise that only a raptor could create. On any others I would be fearful, it was the sound of calling pack for a hunt. Not with Lou though-because she was calling me.
In the mic I muttered, "Release animal A."
The distant sound of the cage opening had Lou inhaling deeply, scenting her next meal. She looked at me for orders. At this point things were so routine I'm surprised Lou waited, but she was trained well. And we worked as a team.
I gave her a nod and we both shot off in the trees. She was much faster with her legs, but I was always able to follow in the gaps she created with her larger body.
Lou began to slow down. She cocked her head signaling to me that we were approaching. It was amazing how the past four years have not only taught Lou, but myself. I understood her subtle motions. The way she cocked her head to motion to where something was, the differences in her roars and what they most likely meant, and the way her body tensed when we stalked prey.
I remember how terrified everyone had been the first time I'd gotten in the cage. They thought it was a joke when I told them I'd been teaching her how to hunt like a raptor. Without other raptors around I wasn't sure she would learn the correct way. And after studying raptors for a few years, I'd learned their hunting structure. It was very precise. They would all stalk the kill. One would swindle around and me in view, either chasing it or standing before it in a similar fashion to a standoff. Then one of the others would attack from the side, always having one on all sides to block it in incase it escaped.
That is how Lou and I did it. I was always the distraction while Lou attacked from the side. This is how we positioned ourselves now. I moved through the trees until I spotted the elegant deer on my own. It's neck tensed and it stared me directly in the eye. Stilling, we both locked eyes.
Lou launched from the side. A strangled noise escaped the deer as her claws dug into his sides, then one rounded around the middle and sliced it's gut. I kept staring. I learned earlier on that Lou got upset when I didn't watch the kill, like I didn't appreciate it quite the way she did. It had made her feel threatened by me for awhile, almost resulting in me becoming prey. Our relationship had it's rocky moments.
Her golden orbs blinked at me, waiting for the okay. I gave her a nod and she dug in. I turned to the direction of the camera hovering nearby.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming out! Enjoy the rest of your night."
~Third Person~
Sarah, Malcolm and Owen went out to the main lobby of the arena. There was a customer service desk off to the right and Malcolm urged them over with a wave of his hand. A young man, clearly bored, looked up at them with a blank expression.
"Hi, how can I help you?"
"We are here to see Aella Malcolm," Malcolm said urgently.
The boy frowned. "Sorry, but she doesn't really meet with visi-"
"I'm her father," Malcolm interrupted. He pressed his elbows onto the counter, staring down at him with a stern glower that only a parent could muster. "She will see me."
Picking up a phone the customer service representative dialed a number quickly. He then muttered into the phone, "Sorry Miss, I didn't mean to interrupt… I know you don't take visitors, but there's a man claiming to be your father here for you-" he paused and looked at Malcolm contemplatively. "-that seems to be an accurate description of the man standing before me… um, alright."
He stood from the desk and motioned to a door behind him with an "Employees Only" sign bolted in the center. Typing in a password and held the door open for us.
"Last door on the left," he informed.
"Thank you very much," Sarah smiled at him, and he shrugged uncaringly.
The door slammed behind Owen with a loud bang. He trailed Sarah and Malcolm, eyeing the hall curiously. There were many different rooms they passed that caught his attention: Emergency Supply, Backup Generator, Food Storage, Control Room. The last one on the left labeled Lou's Room.
We all stilled at the label on the locked door. Malcolm's hand twitched as he raised a fist to knock on the door. We stood there for a moment, awkwardly making eye contact, before the door opened.
Aella greeted us all with a curious and odd looks, "Hey… you… guys? Come on in."
They all stepped into the room. Or more specifically, outside. There was a large thick fence made of something heavy, probably steel, that blocked off a forested area. There was running come from inside the trees and Owen assume that was Lou.
"Dad…" Aella gave the man a hug. It was tense and, if possible, more awkward than the air in the room surrounding the four. "What are you doing here? You should have told me you were coming. I could have booked a room for you and got you passes…"
Malcolm squeezed her to his chest and Aella let out an 'oof' then a chuckle at his fatherly embrace. He pulled back to hold her shoulders. "We actually came here on, uh, business."
"Business, hmm?" She glanced behind him at Owen and Sarah. "Hey Sarah. Nice to see you again."
The woman crossed and uncrossed her shoulders, then crossed them again, "It's been a long time Aella, you've grown quite a bit."
"It's been like five years, wow," Aella mused shortly. She cast Owen a look. "Care to introduce me to your friend?"
Owen held out a hand. She stared down at his dirty fingers. He always had something caked under his nails. He wouldn't lie and say he didn't try and clean them, because he did, but when a person worked with their hands as much as him… they start to learn it is nearly impossible to actually clean them all out. But Aella didn't seem disgusted. She smirked displaying multiple dimples on her cheeks and by the corners of her mouth, holding out her own much dirtier hand to shake.
A flirtatious smile cracked on his pursed lips. "Names Owen."
Malcolm coughed, "Alright. Business."
She rolled her eyes and turned towards her father. "What kind of business? The kind that we can discuss openly. Or the kind that we should probably go someplace far, far away to discuss?"
"Far, far, far away," Owen answered.
"Great," she muttered dejectedly. "Let me finish up with Lou and then we'll head out."
She swayed over to the cage and tapped against the metal with her fist. Almost instantly the raptor appeared through the brushes sniffling at the air. She tried to stick her snout through the bars, but they were too tight for her.
Aella giggled affectionately at the beast. "Okay Lou, it's time for bed, okay?" Lou just tilted her head to the side. "I've got to go talk 'business'-" she said the word sarcastically. "-with my father and his wonderful friends. Whatever the hell that means."
She raised a hand and petted her long snout. "Night boo."
Then Lou seemed to recognize this as a sign of goodbye, and darted back into the trees. Aella went over to a keypad and pressed in a few codes. She waved to a guard standing a few feet away and then rounded back to us.
"You're really great with her," Owen commented casually (even if his insides were rolling with anxiety at how she interacted with the raptor) as she led them back into the hall they entered from.
"She's my baby," proclaimed Aella.
Owen licked his lips. Mind wandering over to Blue, Echo, Charlie, and Delta. "I know the feeling."
"I have a car round back. We can take it back to one of your rooms. I've always had this gross feeling my room is bugged."
"Bugged?" Malcolm scoffed.
"Comes with the territory of being Ian Malcolm's estranged daughter."
He winced as the words left his daughters lips. Malcolm was well aware he should have done Aella better. Her mother, Cynthia (ex-Malcolm), had made that very clear while she raised her daughter. He'd suggested that they move to San Fransisco, since Cynthia was the one who decided to up and move to Chicago after their divorce. But the woman had declared that if he wanted to be apart of his daughters life he would make it work. And she was right, if he had tried harder he wouldn't have the immense bubble of guilt in the pit of his stomach. That he had let his daughter down. He'd always loved children, he had four now. Aella was always his biggest regret, because he'd personally let her down. All of his other kids were close to him so he visited them more often.
Shoving his hands deep in his pockets, he mauled this over to himself. Would saving her even redeem the damage he'd caused in their relationship? Probably not, but it was a start.
Slipping a ring of key out of the brown shorts, Aella unlocked the Jurassic Land decorated jeep. She scooted into the front seat while Owen ducked into the passenger seat, Malcolm giving him a scowl as Sarah and he climbed in the back.
The jeep rumbled to life and took off with a bolt. Aella peered in the rearview mirror and smirked at her father and noted his panicked expression at her speed. "Hold on tight, Dad."
Sarah snorted as she glanced at her husbands sour face.
"So…" Owen started, elbow leaning against the window. "How long have you worked for InGen?"
She pursed her heart shaped lips. "Five years. I started when I was twenty-three on an internship. They mostly hired me because of Hammond, I applied before his passing. He saw that I was my fathers daughter, and well, took a particular interest in me."
"Of course he did," Malcolm begrudgingly muttered. He eyed Sarah warily, who grinned sheepishly at him. His mind drifted to the last time they were on the Island. When Hammond had sent Sarah here to document the dinosaurs behavior like some damn animal activist. See how far that went, when he decided to research, once again, opening the theme park. Then left it all to Simon on his death bed, his longtime business partner.
Aella shot her father another smug look. "I think talent just runs in the family, don't you?"
This earned an eye roll from the parent.
"Which resort are you staying at?"
Owen said, "The Triassic."
"Good choice. The rooms are nicer than the Cretaceous."
The rest of the ride was mostly silent. Malcolm and Sarah staring in awe at the theme park surrounding them and the various exhibits. While Aella kept her eyes on the road, dodging families and honking her horn to get them to move out of the way, Owen let his gaze linger on hers. She was curvy, with lean muscle-probably from running around with Lou. He let his eyes focus maybe a tad too long on the curve of her well proportioned chest (he realized this when Malcolm kicked the back of his seat).
Owen couldn't seem to tare his eyes from her. She wasn't necessarily the most beautiful girl in the world. She had bruises, scrapes, and scars covering the exposed skin. She didn't bother with makeup and had slight bags under her eyes. Dirt splattered on her strong calves and her rough hands. Much how he looked most days, if he was being honest. She was petite, which gave off an innocent appearance that was completely disregarded by her dangerous aura. Clearly standoffish in personality. It could be mistaken with the warm tone of voice, but the sharpness behind her amber eyes declared she didn't take anyones shit. It was alluring.
"You're staring," Aella stated, raising her brows.
Owen blinked, then grinned at her playfully. "You're beautiful."
She snorted, "Thanks."
He laughed at her obvious disdain towards the compliment. This resulted in Malcolm kicking the back of his chair once more. His eyes darted behind him to see the glower on her fathers face. He provided the man an innocent shrug.
Sarah leant her arms on the back of Aella's seat, peering in the center to see her husbands daughter. "So, Aella. Got you a boyfriend?"
"Hell no. Lou's too much work, there's no time for a boyfriend."
The copper headed woman winked at Owen and he smiled softly to himself. At least he had one person on his side. What could he say? He couldn't resist a beautiful woman. Especially one with such a strong personality.
"She's too young to date," Malcolm grumbled.
"Dad, I'm twenty-seven."
"Too young."
"You know Kelly is thirty and she's married," Sarah pointed out, referring to Malcolm's eldest daughter. "And has a seven-year-old son."
"Speaking of Kelly."
Malcolm's eyes darted to his daughter. She winced as she caught his eyes through the mirror. "She might be, um, visiting? And might have told me not to tell you?"
"She-she's WHAT?" Malcolm sat up in the seat. Owen winced, placing a hand to his ear where Malcolm had shouted into it.
"Yeah… um, her husband is out of the country for a couple weeks on business. We haven't seen each other for a few years, so, she decided to bring Tommy here as a mini-vacation."
"She bought her seven-year-old son here," Malcolm questioned irritably. "Great. This is great. Isn't this great, sweetheart?"
Sarah's eyes widened at the crazed look in her husbands eyes. "Is Michael here? Oh, Sarah, did you bring our ten-year-old daughter with you? Is she in one of the luggage bags? Because EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE EATEN ALIVE!"
"Stop being so dramatic. She's been here for five days and they are both in one piece."
"For now!"
"I can't believe she brought him here," Malcolm said confusedly. "I swore she'd never want to come back after everything."
"She's tough, thick skin." Sarah laid a hand on his knee and squeezed gently. "Don't worry so much. Everything is going to be fine."
~o~
They finally arrived back at the hotel. Owen noted the suit that watched them slide into the elevators from behind the front desk. Pressing his hand to his bluetooth before the doors closed before them. He gave Malcolm a stern stare, which the man nodded in acknowledgement-he'd seen the man as well.
Using his key, he unlocked the hotel door with a swipe of the card. He shut the door behind them and dead bolted it behind them. Turning, he found Aella swiping the room. She checked behind the television, behind the phone, underneath papers and other random places of the room.
"Whatcya doing?" Owen questioned as he strolled up behind her, she was bent behind the mini bar searching for something.
"Checking for bugs."
"Oh," he muttered. "Great idea."
"They know you're here. Always check if when you come in, even after a shower or nap. I wouldn't be surprised if they'd come in and plant something." Aella moved to the television and turned it on. She pushed up the volume before plopping on the bed. "Background noise. Incase anyone decides to stroll past the room," she explained.
"You're very paranoid," Owen decided.
Aella licked her lips. "No. InGen likes their secretes. They are paranoid, I'm cautious."
Malcolm took the familiar seat at the desk while Sarah decided on plopping in a beige chair near the television. Owen paced the room with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Okay. So what's this 'business' you wanted to discuss?" Aella questioned after a moment of silence.
"We want to shut down the park," Owen stated bluntly.
Her brows furrowed. "Any idea how you plan on doing this?"
"We have lawyers back home. They sent us here to gather evidence for the case."
"What kind of evidence?"
"Evidence that can shut this place down. Anything unsafe, endangering the dinosaurs or guests, failed evacuation procedures. Anything." Owen rolled his shoulders to relieve the tension. "InGen has upped their safety procedures and broadcasted it to make the park look safe, but it's all a facade. Thousands of people will die at their hands, and they will carry on like nothing happened. Like they have been doing for the past twenty-two years."
"We need your help," Sarah admitted with a frail smile. "Anything you can tell us…"
"I just want Lou safe…" Aella muttered. Standing, she ran a hand through her already wild hair. She stood before Owen and shoved a finger into his muscled chest. "I will help. On one condition." Owen raised a brow, staring down into her narrowed eyes. "Lou stays safe. I don't want them to… I don't want this to backfire and them… I don't want them to kill her. Alright?"
Owen rapped his hand around the finger digging into his chest. He flattened her palm against the muscle and gave her a sincere stare and said, "I promise."
He knew how it felt. It was like a piece of him was torn when Charlie, Delta, and Echo… but Blue was alive, she'd survived. It still hurt knowing the others were gone, but Blue made it. That alone helped him cope with the disaster of the Island. People died, dinosaurs died, but they were free. She was free.
"Okay." Aella pulled herself away from Owen's close grip. She sat back on the bed, ankles crossing as she mused over her thoughts. "Your best bet is the Velociraptors. Not Lou, but the other group."
"Why them?" Owen questioned curiously.
"They are trying to recreate whatever the hell that guy did at the other park," Aella stated. "And it's not going so well."
Owen's nose flared. "What do you mean by recreate?"
"Apparently at Jurassic World there was an employee who trained the raptors to hunt as a pack, like he was their alpha or something. They've been trying to find someone to do that here, but everyone they've hired miraculously disappears."
"That was me."
Aella frowned. "What?"
"I was the one who trained the raptors…" Owen darkly explained. "They hired me straight out of the Navy and I implemented my strategies, we developed a bond. I was able to have them follow my orders."
"That was you?" she said in awe. "I heard about what happened on the news… how the raptors helped you track down the Indominus."
Owen angrily clenched his fist. "It's a special bond. It's one of mutual respect. You can't-ugh-" he gripped his hair frustrated. "You can't just stick someone in there and expect them to understand that!"
"I know. I tried to tell them, but they basically told me if I didn't shut my mouth I'd be fired. And… I need to protect Lou. She's fragile, she's not like the other raptors…" she sighed. "As much as I loved training her, I know now that it wasn't the smartest idea. She's not as wild. I'm afraid if I were to send her out on her own or bring her in with anther pack they'd kill her. She's not used to other dinosaurs or humans. Just me."
Owen shook his head. "Trust me, the instinct is strong. She'd be fine."
"You think?" she asked hopefully.
"I know."
"Okay," Sarah's voice broke the bubble the two had entered. "Raptors, great. Anything else?"
"They are doing something in the lab. I wish I could tell you what, but I have no clue. It's all hush, hush. I know it's something big. This is the first time they've had it this locked up. Ever since Henry Wu took over. And he's not exactly my biggest fan…" Aella muttered the last bit with an eye roll. "There's always freak accidents that they cover up. People at the petting zoo getting their feet stepped on and what not, or a dinosaur clamping on some child's hand. Just because they are omnivores doesn't mean they are safe. They grind their teeth together, ya know? And the Triceratops have their horns."
"It's not like we have a small child to go to the petting zoo." Owen sighed. "They have a weight and height limit for the dinosaurs. And I'm pretty sure it'd be suspicious if we started taking pictures of little kids."
"Actually…" Aella winced, squinting her eyes at her father nervously. "We do have a little kid… Tommy."
Malcolm seethed from his spot at the desk. "If you think I'm bringing my grandson into this-"
"-you want evidence?" his daughter interrupted fiercely. "Tommy is here wether you like it or not. Enjoy a wonderful day around the park with Kelly and Tommy. Make yourself look normal. Don't draw attention to yourselves. Make it look like a family vacation, that it was purposeful."
"She's right," Sarah gently agreed.
"What about me?" Owen questioned more to himself than the others.
"You can come with me. I have the rest of the night off. How about you fill me in a tad more about what the hell is going on."
"I-" Malcolm pointed to his chest. "-am not leaving you two alone together."
Aella narrowed her gaze. "Excuse me? Am I twelve? Or am I a grown woman?"
"You're my daughter-"
"-hardly," she snipped. "Look, Owen-" her smoldering gaze fitted on him as the tension in the room increased. "-how about I go shower and I meet you back here in an hour? We can grab something to eat and discuss what your lawyers have planned for us. As much as I love Lou, I do agree… this park needs to be shut down. If I weren't so invested in her I wouldn't be here."
Owen nodded. "An hour, got it."
The strawberry blonde glowered at her father before storming out of the room with a short, "Bye Sarah. Father."
The younger man stared at the closed door. He would deny until the end of days that the woman had somehow managed to get under his skin the moment he first saw her out in the Velociraptor cage. That he couldn't get those amber eyes out of his head. It was almost as if she'd bone gone for hours and not seconds. He thought it might be because she was so undeniably ballsy, how could anyone let a woman like her walk away? He sure as hell wasn't about to.
"How about I wait here? Owen, Sarah and you can go take Kelly and Tommy-"
Sarah barked a laugh therefore causing the words to die in Malcolm's throat. She snickered, "As much as I'd enjoy the eye candy, Malcolm, we are going to call Kelly and let her know we are here and that we would like to take Tommy to the petting zoo. Get your ass up and let's go."
He scowled, but pushed himself to his feet. Owen realized for a fact that those two inches that Malcolm had on him were slightly more intimidating when he stood so close to his face. Not that he'd ever admit that. To anyone-even himself.
"If you hurt her…" Malcolm trailed off. "Whatever I do, I won't even bother to make it look like an accident."
Then he left as Sarah dragged him out of the hotel room. Proclaiming she would call him later for updates. With an exhausted sigh, Owen flopped down onto the comfortable bed. He prayed to god that they'd be able to close down the Island and save everyone before it was too late.
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Answers to your questions/concerns/comments!
Q: Aella being Malcolm's daughter?
A: In the first Jurassic Park movie Malcolm mentions being married several times and having multiple children. Therefore, Aella is one of those multiple children. If you're unaware of this fact you can always re-watch the first movie or google it for clarification-if it bothers you that much (gotten a hostile review about this-ALSO, there's a reason that she's an OC. I made her up. She's not real. You realize the point of fan fiction is to make things up… right? Like I put Owen/OC for a reason in the authors note?).
Q: How old is Aella?
A: This chapter answers it, but for further clarification, she is twenty-seven. As said before, Malcolm mentions already having multiple children in the first movie, which is claimed to be roughly 22 years before Jurassic World.
Q: Will Blue be in this fiction?
A: Potentially! It actually wasn't really a thought, but if I feel it's called for I know a way to add the raptor into the plot.
Q: Aella's relationship with Lou?
A: I hope this chapter kind of clarifies or gives you an understanding how that worked out. If you need further clarification I'll definitely go into more detail!
Just as a finishing note. I really enjoy reviews, I love hearing what you guys think. But I want to remind you that fan fiction is just that, fan FICTION. It's made up. It's not real. Therefore, we can alter realties and change things. That's what makes this site so amazing! If something bothers you that much you don't have to read it? You could just watch the movies? Or read a fiction you prefer? Just, ya know, throwing that out there since some people take things a TAD too personally on here. You can always just press the X in the corner. No one is forcing you to read my story. Reviews are for constructive criticism and/or pointing out goofy grammar mistakes, not bullying and bashing.
But I do appreciate all that reviewed/favorited/followed :D I'm glad people have taken an interest in the story! Sorry for the rant, but I'm totally NOT okay with cyber bullying. I think it's awful and something that literally should require jail time or something extreme. It's just rude and evil and what kind of soulless bastard are you to get off on saying things to people so viciously? Seriously?
ANYWAY. Thanks to TheLokiExperince, Duesal Bladesinger, and DragonTamer01. But not you anonymous reviewer name Matt-you're just rude.
-LAST THING. I know I already updated once today, but I know it was short and didn't really give a lot. So here's for those who reviewed, favorited, followed, and overall gave it a chance. If you still like it GREAT, if not, well THANKS anyways :D