Chapter 2: Amongst Raptors

A/N: Hello everyone. It has been far too long since I have last left this fanfic hanging, without a new update. That now changes.

I am now making a conscious effort to continue this fanfic along the lines of my original intentions for it. I thank everyone of you for your patience in waiting for this update, that this story and its followers deserve to have.

And so here it is; I hope you enjoy it :)

"Welcome to Jurassic World...": Claire Dearing (JW)

"Is he dead?"

A voice, unfamiliar and female arises from the depths of the darkness. It tone one of care and concern, solace within the perching black that floods his mind with unconsciousness.

"No he's not dead. He is still breathing."

Another alien voice as equal as the first answers, its tone more stern and curious but still female.

"Shhh he is waking up."

Amongst the drowning clouds of drowsiness that obscures his vision, Roberto's hesitant eyes squint to see the faint outlines of four humanoid figures standing over him. The blue colour of clear skies overhead.

I'm outside?

His thought was answered by the shifting of his body; soft stroking blades of grass tubing against his back as he moves his awakening body in small increments of motion. A cool breeze gliding over his body, while the sound of distant birds chirping was matched by the ruffle of trees swaying with the wind. The warming touch of sunlight on his body, warming him in a sensation akin to bliss.

Sensory information was beginning to return to Roberto, and with it so too was his ability to process the information presented to him:

Ahhh, what happened? Where am I? And whose voice is that?

In the following moments, Roberto's senses continued to refine their original abilities as further stimuli occurred to him. His vision was improving; the faint outline of shadows soon giving way to depth perception and colour recognition - the four figures he saw now appeared to be of similar heights but were wearing different coloured clothing...one was faintly yellow with brown lines along the sides. One was dark green with light green lines on their sides. Another was faint red with a scar across their mouth. And the last one had a distinct blue streak from the side of their eyes all the the down their body - odd clothing. Wait, was it clothing?

With Roberto becoming more awake with each moment, the four figures drew closer, leaning further down to observe their new visitor.

Then, Roberto eyes fully opened - gasping.

"Oh my god!"

Sweat suddenly spilling down his neck, tense muscles and rapid breathing. Wide eyes alongside a skipped heart beat greeted the sight he saw before himself; the four figures were not human.

Their bodies glistened with the colours mentioned as sunlight reflected from their scales, their tails swaying side to side. Roberto saw their muscular legs, positioned close so that they may pin him in place using their tow claws. Razor bladed teeth overlapped their smiling lips, their forearms curved inwards with knife claws ready to strike. And their eyes, their eyes burned a perching glow of yellow like the Sun - Velociraptors.

And he was right next to them.

"Stay back!"

Crawling backwards with a frantic rush, Roberto kicks up grass and dirt as his limbs claw at the ground in a desperate attempt to get away from the raptors. He didn't get far.

BANG!

After several feet, a concussive force ravages the back of his head as Roberto's skull and back slam into something solid behind him.

Adrenaline surges fourth to counteract the sudden trauma, Roberto willing himself to not fall unconscious while dazed eyes act as his lenses for sight, the world spinning around him.

In a desperate mental struggle, he commands the blurred haze to depart his eyes and the aching of his head to stop as conscious awareness returns. Quickly shifting his gaze behind him, Roberto risks a glance away from the raptors and at the object he had ran into - his heart sinking:

Face-to-face with Roberto stood a solid slab of concrete, it's dimensions stretching several meters into the sky and it's width far to the left and right of him; a wall. A wall too large to climb over, too strong to go through and too wide to go around - Roberto was trapped.

His heart racing and body tenser, Roberto turns back towards the four raptors just as each took a step towards him.

"Don't come any closer!"

Petrified fear quickly gave way to sudden surprise as the raptors stopped, as if they had understood his plea. Quickly dismissing the thought, Roberto's frightened gaze soon meets the raptors' eyes. Beaming bright yellow that seemed to almost glow, their eyes spoke of sinister intelligence and dangerous intrigue, their smiling once a scary snare, now an emotionless expression. One of the raptors, the one with the blue streak on the sides, took a step closer to Roberto with claws outstretched.

"No, stay away!"

Freezing in place, the raptor tilts her head, a gesture relatable to that of confusion, before pulling her claws back and opening her mouth to reveal razor sharp teeth, "It's okay. We won't hurt you."

With a shocked gapping mouth and rapidly blinking eyes, Roberto stares at the raptor in disbelief, "Y-you can talk?!"

"Of course we can." Answers the red scared raptor.

"Are you alright?" Enquires the green stripped raptor.

Roberto shifts himself harder against the concrete wall, his arms shacking, "Stop doing that!"

"Doing what?"

"Talking! You can't talk, you are raptors!"

The blue leader raptor takes a step back, her eyes opening wide. She turns to her fellow pack mates only to have her own surprised expression reflected in their gazes. Turning back to their visitor, she points a claw at Roberto, "But you are a raptor. And you are talking."

Watching the sharp point of her claw with suspicion, Roberto reluctantly follows its direction to look downwards; his body freezing still and breathing stopping - expecting smooth, white coloured skin, Roberto's chest and stomach was instead laden with small segments of dark green scales that glistened like the raptors' bodies.

What the hell?!

Extending his arms outwards only to find the same scales covering them, Roberts sees the area that once were his fingers, now razor sharp claws that glimmered in the sunlight.

What is this!?

Daring to delve even further, Roberto moves the claws towards his face, examining the features that were their via tracing the claws across his head; feeling his skull extend into a muzzle, Roberts opens his mouth and feel around, suddenly shunning in pain as he pricks his forearm on his raptor teeth that draws a few drops of blood.

This isn't possible!

Shifting his shocked eyes downwards towards the legs; Roberts sees between his muscular thighs and calfs a thick mass of extended flesh that stood motionless in the dirt - a tail.

A tail that Roberto was able to sway side-to-side.

Gazing further down his slender legs, Roberto's eyes fall to a different shade of scale colour that, as he traced it, ran from the bottom of his body to the top of his neck; a bright red streak, just like the streak of the blue female raptor.

Clawed toes resided at the bottom of his legs, with a large oversized curved claw on each foot dominating the imagery. Roberto taps the claws at realisation that they were real too.

This isn't happening! This can't be happing!

"See, you're a raptor. Just like us."


Standing upwards to press his back on the wall, Roberto's narrowed eyes and a pointing claw are directed towards the lead raptor, his voice full of agitation, "How long have I been here?!"

Blinking in surprise, the raptor takes a step back to give the newcomer space to process her answer, "A few minutes."

With rapid claws, Roberts pats his chest and traces his stomach, occasionally shifting his eyes from the raptors to the surface of his body, looking for any marking, "What were you doing to me?!"

"Nothing. We were just making sure you were okay. You were unconscious, so we thought you may have been injured."

Fast movement of his claws slowed and stilled until they fell to their original positions, their investigation not finding any signs of injury on his body; not a single scar or bite mark or bruise - the raptor was telling the truth, they did not hurt him.

Roberts feels the pacing beat of his heart also begin to still as he starred at the blue raptor. The shacking of his arms had stopped and the harshness of breathing began to become easy once more, his chests rising and falling in normals rhythms.

"Just breath and relax", reassures the blue raptor, her feminine tone soft and sweet as her eyelids lowered, "You're safe here. We won't hurt you."

"I-I need some space, please. Go away!"

With a snaring muzzle and raised claws, the red scarred raptor takes a quick step forwards, approaching Roberto with a sudden swiftness, her mouth growling, "You won't order Blue like that!"

The blue raptor slams her tail into the red raptors chest, stopping her companion from approaching further. Twisting around and snapping her jaws, Blue snares back at her subordinate with disapproval, "Echo, never speak on my behalf."

"Blue, he dares to order us."

"He is frightened of us. We will give him the space he needs and forgive him for his demands, demands that are justified."

Starring angry at Blue for several silent moments, Echo displays her teeth in agitation as she twitches her claws. Blue snaps at the air again with her jaws a few inches from Echo's snout, her own eyes narrowing sharply, "Walk away, Echo. Now."

Rolling her eyes as if in annoyance, Echo turns away from Blue before giving a final disapproved glance at Roberto by snapping at the air towards him. She walks away, towards the opposite end of the paddock with the other two raptors following closely behind, leaving only Blue and Roberto briefly alone before she too departed:

"Ignore my pack mate. When you're ready come and meet us...we don't bite."

With a steadying pulse and calming breaths, Roberto watches the blue raptor, Blue her apparent name, depart to leave him be before standing at the far end of the paddock where she seemed to have a conversation with her fellow pack members.

Stilling himself, Roberto lowers his body against the wall in a deep breath of air, his mind racing from everything he was processing, I am a velociraptor? How is this possible?

No it can't possible. This has to be some sort of dream, I should still be unconscious in the Jurassic World laboratory.

Taking a clawed digit and running it over his arm, Roberto proceeds to dig the tip beneath his flesh and tear, hoping the sudden trauma would wake him up. His efforts were met with sharp pain and beads of blood that seeped from his scar; as he watches the blood drip from his arm and onto the ground, Roberto soothes his injury as his eyes grow wide again.

Oh my god, this is real. I am a raptor.

A/N: I know this chapter is shorter than the others, but that's only because I'm trying to get back into the rhythm of writing again.

Any further updates from this point forward will be submitted roughly within a week from each other - at least that's what I'm hoping for.

I also hope you found this chapter interesting. I can promise that more interesting things will soon occur in this story later on, I assure you ;)

Thanks for reading. Goodby and have a great day/night.