Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic Park III, Trespasser, or any of the original characters, only mine.

Author's Note: Remember how I said there was going to be a big twist, well here's part of it! I'm still taking some elements from JP: Trespasser, so if you are confused about some of the things I mention just look it up.

PS: I also apologize for any of the names I use that belong to real people, wasn't intentional just happened.

"Talking" – human and dinosaur

"Talking" – dinosaur from human perspective

Thinking - thoughts, both

So with out further ado...

"Clever girl," ~ Robert Muldoon, game warden of Jurassic Park.

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JURASSIC PARK: New Lives

Chapter 2: The Prey Becomes the Predator

Isla Sorna Site B, Embryonics Admin and Laboratories Compound...

Step by step, his feet screaming in pain, Alex continued following the monorail track for what felt like hours, but a glance at his watch told him he'd only been walking for thirty minutes. His boots sloshed through the mud, kicking up rocks and pebbles as he trudged down the dirt and gravel road he'd stumbled on ten minutes ago that seemed to follow alongside the track. When am I going to reach the end of this thing! Alex grumbled to himself in frustration. He was exhausted, hungry, his arm, leg and feet ached painfully, and on top of all of that he was soaked from the never ending rain. And with the continuous rainfall, came a light mist that narrowed his range of visibility down to where he could barely make anything out beyond ten yards. As Alex continued his internal grumbling, the monorail track and the road exited the trees and entered a medium sized field where they both turned to the right and separated; the road taking a more sharper angle of a turn while the track continued in a gentle wide arc.

Alex paused for a few seconds at the edge of the trees to scan his surroundings with a careful eye before he stepped out of cover and resumed walking down the road. He'd only taken about five strides when a large wall materialized in the mist before him, causing him to once more halt his forward progress. It appeared to him that both the track and the road ended at the wall, well the monorail went over the wall while the road ended at a closed gate. The wall was as tall as a single-story building and was made of solid slabs of concrete, held together by steel beams at the seams and along the top ran a coil of barbed wire. It also seemed to be electrified, if the indicator lights atop of each steel beam was any indication, though the electricity appeared to be shut off as the lights weren't lit of flashing. Alex continued his examination of the wall as he started toward the gate when his eyes spotted a sign off to his right that was covered in leafy vines. It looked like one of those signs that could be found in the parking lots of Malls, College Campuses and other places of importance; the kind that list all the directions to different sections or buildings. Moving closer to get a better look, Alex pulled away the ropes of vegetation until he was able to read the words on the dirt covered surface:

INGEN: EMBRYONICS ADMINISTRATION AND LABORATORIES COMPOUND

^Administration

^Emb. Laboratories

^Security

^Helipad

^Monorail

"Huh, Laboratories," Alex mumbled to himself as he scanned the sign, "must be where they created the dinosaurs."

Shrugging, Alex turned from the sign and started once more to head for the gate, when he suddenly stumbled as the heel of his boot caught the edge of a slight depression in the mud slicked surface of the road. Quickly recovering himself before he could fall into said mud, Alex glared at the ground, watching his every step the rest of the way, grumbling under his breath. "Stupid potholes!"

The ripples of the disturbed puddle splashed and lapped over the sides of the large and deep tri-toed footprint in the middle of the road, before they calmed till all that disturbed the water was the ripples from the steadily falling ran. Before the large indention were two sets of smaller boot-prints, almost indistinguishable from the gravelly, muddy road that seemed to have been made in haste and went off in opposite directions; One left the road completely and disappeared in the direction of the forrest, while the other pair ran down an overgrown and washed-out road, under a broken section of the monorail track and into the trees on the far side of the field. A few more large footprints followed behind.

When Alex reached the gate he was surprised to find that it was not just a single gate, but two: A metal and wire security gate, the wire being electrified if the power was on, he assumed, in the front and a large decorative wooden gate behind it. And situated between both of the gates was a security booth, which appeared to be in good shape except for the door hanging from one hinge and the windows cracked and shattered. Alex decided to ignore the booth as he stepped up to the security gate and gave it an experimental push, hoping it was unlocked. To his relief the gate swung open, it's rusted hinges squeaking and creaking loudly in protest. He stepped into the space between the gates and pushed on the the larger second one. It too swung open, but it took a bit more effort to push the heavy wooden gate wide enough for him to enter the compound.

Once through Alex paused to take in his surroundings once more. The part of the compound he was standing in was a medium sized paved parking lot, with the monorail station off to the left side of the wide expanse and the wall on the far right. What had once been a completely smooth area of asphalt and light fixtures was now covered in cracks with grass and small plants growing out of them. The once working light poles either lay collapsed on the ground or leaning against the cars. The rusting hulks of the many damaged vehicles still sat in even rows of faded paint lines, some were actually halfway out of their spots and there was even two that had crashed headlong into each other to the right of the gate.

Probably happened when Ingen was evacuating the Island. Alex thought to himself as he stared at the pair of trucks with their cabs resembling crushed soda cans in horrified fascination. Beyond the obstacle ridden parking lot was what had once been a manmade pond, now it was more like a mucky swamp with tall reeds and large shrubs growing above the surrounding railing, a footbridge going over the middle of it. The footbridge then led to what Alex guessed to be the Administration building at the top of a short set of stairs and a long wide porch. The building's cement siding was cracked, the metal supports rusting, and the windows were cracked and in some places completely shattered. Connected to the right side of the building was a short glass enclosed walkway leading to a big warehouse-like structure that was just as damaged as the Administration building. On the left side of the smaller building, and just to the back, was a tall circular structure that, while it was covered in rust and mildew, looked to be in better shape than the rest of the visible structures. Man, what a dump. Guess the hurricane hit here harder than I thought, Alex thought to himself.

"Jake? Mike?" he called out as he started making his way toward the Administration building, "You guys here?"

Getting no response, Alex repeated the call once more as he wove his way through the parking lot. By the time he'd reached the bridge, the ran had calmed to a drizzle and he was starting to get frustrated and a bit worried. Why haven't they answered me? They said they'd meet me at the end of the monorail, so where are they? He then approached the front doors and, finding them unlocked, pushed them open and entered the musty, yet dry lobby.

Back at the gates, a cream colored blur rushed through the opened doors, followed by another darker colored blur. Both disappearing amongst the tall grass bordering the parking lot without a sound.

Alex scanned the desolate reception area and he couldn't help but feel sad at what he saw. The receptionist desk and the various chairs scattered throughout the room were covered in grime and small vines. The painting hanging on the wall behind him was coated in layers of dust and mold. The once pristine white walls were covered in mildew, dirt and what looked like a bloody handprint. A shiver ran up his spine at the last observation. All of the hard work that went into building this place and a hurricane takes it all out just like that, he thought to himself. Leaves and twigs crunched and crackled as he walked toward the desk and the phone resting on top of it.

"Well, here goes nothing," Alex mumbled and he slowly picked up the phone and brought it to his ear. Nothing. He wasn't too surprised, in fact he kind of expected it to not work as the power was out. Setting the phone back in it's cradle, Alex then decided to explore the building and try to find some signs of his friends ever being there.

Picking a random hallway, which happened to be the one to his left, Alex started off. After spending twenty minutes walking around the maze of corridors and rooms, and not finding any signs of his friends in any of the offices, Alex found himself back in the reception area. Feeling even more frustrated than before, he decided to check the building connected to this one. Making his way through the double doors and down the short hallway, Alex entered a small sitting area with three vending machines lined up along the wall to his right, a bench seat sat along the far wall along with a trash can, and on the opposite wall was a door, the sign beside it read:

EMBRYONIC AND GENETICS LABORATORY

Alex tried the handle, only to find it locked. It was then that he noticed what looked like a card scanner on the wall next to the handle. Great, he grumbled internally, Looks like I have to find a keycard or something. But where can I find one?

Glancing the small sitting area once more, Alex spotted something lying under the bench. Quickly kneeling next to the piece of furniture, he reached under and felt around. When his questing fingers encountered something soft, he grabbed it and pulled it out. Dangling from his hand by a cloth strap was a yellow and black keycard. Praying that the scan strip wasn't too scratched, Alex walked back to the door and swiped it through the card scanner. A low beep sounded, followed by a click as the door unlocked, allowing Alex to finally enter the laboratory. It was only after he had closed the door behind him that he suddenly realized something.

What the hell? I thought the power was off. I shouldn't have been able to use that card to open the door. Alex said to himself as he stared at the now closed entrance. And me finding this card right there next to the door? That was way to convenient if you ask me. Someone has been here before to turn on the power in this building, but the question is: who and when?

Breaking himself from his thoughts, Alex took in the room before him. "Wow, it's big..." he said loudly in surprise. And it was, the room was huge, maybe half a football field in length. Not only was it long, it was also tall. He was standing on a metal platform that was a good fifteen feet above the concrete floor below. Attached to both sides of the platform were a pair of catwalks that stretched across to another platform on the other end of the room, and connected to the front was a staircase that led down below. Suspended from the ceiling rafters in the middle of the room were a multitude robotic arms, many of which were still reaching down toward the rows of incubators and genetic containment units. Large windows on the walls filled the space with dim light, giving everything a slight blue tinge.

Beeping and whirring could be faintly heard throughout the room, showing that yes, the power was definitely on. Glancing to his left, Alex found a door leading to a small security station and as he stared at it, an idea formed in his head. I wonder, if the power is still on after so long, maybe the security cameras still work. If they do, I might be able to see who turned on the power. Quickly entering the small room and flicking the lights on, Alex was faced with a wall of monitors and a desk covered with sheets of paper and a computer. He walked over to the monitors and tried the power switch, the few that came on showed mostly static, while some showed clear screens. And one of them showed the main entrance leading into the labs. Sitting down in the squeaky computer chair, Alex shoved the papers aside revealing the keyboard and mouse, then quickly booted up the computer.

"Okay let's see here," he said as he scanned the desktop screen until a file titled 'Logs' caught his eye. "Bingo! All right, if this system is the kind I think it is, it updates it's logs periodically and saves them in the records. So, if the records are all working and not corrupted, I should be able to see logs from weeks, months, even years ago." Alex clicked the file, which opened to reveal a list of security footage files, then he began the long and tedious process of opening and scanning each log in the huge file. Month after month was scanned until after about fifteen minutes of searching he finally found something in June of last year. On the monitor that showed the entrance door into the lab, the screen flickered to black, went snowy, jumped and then faded into a clear picture as though it had just been turned on. Which must be when the power had been turned on, Alex thought to himself, but then why is the power still on now?

Deciding to ponder about that mystery later, Alex began to fast-forward. After fast-forwarding ahead a good twenty minutes, a woman appeared in the camera's view. She was young, probably a couple of years older than he was, he observed. She had short dirty-blonde hair pulled back into a short tail, darkly tanned skin, blue eyes from what he could see, and a nice body. She wore a dirty white tank-top, a pair of canvas shorts, socks and hiking boots. Her left arm seemed to be injured as it was wrapped in a crude bandage and she hardly moved it from her side. Held in her right hand was a black handgun, to clean to have been found out in the jungle so she must have found it here. Alex concluded. He watched as she carefully scanned the seating area, the adjacent hall and back the way she came from.

When her body was fully facing the camera, he did a double take. "What the? Is that a tattoo of a heart on her... chest?" Alex quickly froze the screen and zoomed in as much as he could, sure enough there on her left breast was a heart tattoo. "Huh, kinky." Alex muttered as he unfroze the screen and watched as she turned from the camera, walked up to the door, gingerly pulled a keycard from her left pocket with her injured arm and unlocked the door before tossing it aside, toward the bench, and entered the labs with her gun at the ready. Rewinding the footage back a few seconds, Alex froze the screen on her when she was facing the camera.

He leaned back in the chair, staring at the woman's frozen image. "So, there was someone else that was on this island before us," he said to himself. "I wonder who she is and how she got off? That is if she got off..."

Just as he was about to look for anymore footage of her on other cameras, the sound of shattering glass froze him in his seat, his fingers hovering over the keyboard started to tremble. It had sounded close by, which was too close for his liking. He needed to move. Leaving everything on, Alex leapt from the chair and quietly stepped toward the door of the security station. There was a rack suspended on the wall with what looked like tranquilizer rifle in it. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, though he did wonder why security would need a rifle, so he pulled the gun from the rack and checked to see if it was loaded. It wasn't. Ah well, it will make a great club at least, Alex told himself.

A quick scan through the glass door of the large room revealed no broken windows, none that he could see from the angle he was looking, but he wasn't going to take any chances. He swiftly and quietly scurried out of the room and moved toward the closest catwalk, holding the rifle by the barrel with both hands behind his head, ready to swing forward in a moments notice. Alex slowly crept along the catwalk as silently as he could, one time having to gingerly step over a gap where a section of grating had broken off and fallen to the floor below. The only sounds he could hear were those of the machines, his own breathing and the barely audible clankof his boots on the walkway. He was almost to the second platform on the opposite side of the lab when he was suddenly tackled from behind by something large that let out a very familiar shriek as it did so, slamming him hard into the railing. The raptor had found him and the only thing keeping the predator from tearing into his neck was the rifle that it had latched onto with it's mouth.

His chest was starting hurt as the weight of the raptor pushed his body against the railing, which was starting to make an ominous creaking sound, and it was getting hard to breathe. Alex suddenly found himself struggling to hold onto the rifle as the raptor seemed to be trying to pull it away from him. As he and the raptor continued to play tug of war with the weapon, the sound of rapid clanking, like that of claws on metal, could be heard growing louder and closer. The raptor hadn't come alone this time. Then, in a move that surprised him, the dinosaur on his back suddenly swung it's head in an almost impossible angle, wrenching the rifle from his sweaty hands. At the same instant, the railing suddenly broke under the combined weight of human and raptor, sending the pair spilling off the catwalk and into midair. As Alex felt himself start to fall, he let out a cry of fear and pain when his arm scrapped over the closest broken end of the railing, cutting his arm from wrist to elbow. Above him, the raptor let out a startled cry that he almost didn't hear as they both began falling toward the floor fifteen feet below. And Alex fell toward the empty genetic containment unit that was right below him. Aw shit, this is going to hurt... was his last thought before his head impacted with the edge of the unit's lid and everything went dark.

As the human fell into the containment unit, the raptor slammed it's head onto the lid, forcing it closed, but not before some of her blood splashed from her blooded mouth and into the man sized tube. Stunned the raptor slid of the top of the machine and her head once more collided with the control panel on the side, knocking her unconscious before her body hit the floor. Her partner above leaned over the remaining railing and called down to her, before turning and running toward the other end of the catwalk.

Unnoticed by either unconscious being, or the other raptor, the unit came to life as it was activated. A loud hum began to sound, drowning out the rest of the machines in the room, as the fluid in the glass tube grew cloudy until the teenager inside was blocked from sight. The control panel began beeping as the monitor on the small table beside the containment unit blinked on and these words appeared on the screen:

DNA Subject 1: Homo Sapien, Human, young male.

DNA Subject 2: Deinonychus antirrhopus, Velociraptor, young female.

Genetic sequence restructuring in progress...

Please do not remove until process is complete...

Time duration: 1h 59min...

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Well what did you think? I got this idea from reading silver11k's 'Jurassic Park New Life,' which for some reason he had recently removed. This takes place before the boy Eric arrives on the island so it is pre-Jurassic Park III. As you can see I've made some pretty big changes.

Another is that I've added a reference to Anne, the main character of the game Trespasser. I don't know exactly when the events of the game took place, but I think they happened before the third movie. I hope you liked what I did to this chapter and all the changes I've made. Please read and review, I would like to have some feedback for this story!

PS: Sorry that this chapter is so short, but that's all my mind could come up with today, and I think this makes a really good cliffhanger if you ask me!

PPS: Ignore the first PS, I've just updated this chapter so it should be a little longer, please let me know what you think. And I'm sorry that I haven't updated this story in a while, had summer class in college and just got back from a weeks vacation.

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