Alright, i'd liek to anounce to the public that i'm posting on time. For the first time ever in pretty much any story i posted exactly when i said i would.
And let me tell you, i'm extreamly happy with the chapter. It's also my longest so far. Now i will gie you a few head's up.
One. Billy's role in this story is going to be a tad off from the book
two. Since i don't have Udesky or the other crew members i've cut some scenes, replaced some, added some. you know.
three. if you dont like dinosaur actoin, injury, and a tad of gruesomness you wont like the next ten chapters. (nothing really in this one though)
Well thanks to my reviewer and readers and all. Enjoy
"Dr Grant!" Paul called. No, getting lost now was not something he wanted. He wanted to leave, soon. "DR GRANT" his wife was distraught and his help was gone. This was not turning out to be a nice day.
Meanwhile, Malcolm manages to find a nest. Grant identified it in one word. "Raptors"
Just as Allan Grant spat out his suspicion the Kirby's came back. They were quickly shushed so Grant could hear the sounds of carnivorous beasts. "Raptors" he confirmed, and took off, away from the noise.
He was going fast, probably to fast for his own good. The three struggled to keep pace with him. Amanda tripped, but luckily her husband caught her and pushed her forward.
"What's a raptor?" she panted. Paul shrugged.
Malcolm finally came to pace with the others. When it came to running, the only reason he was in half a league of them was that he was pretty tall and thin. Chances of any other advantage was taken by the park years before. "If we come across only one, we just might alive"
Grant stopped and panted a moment. "We should be safe, for now" but his phone rang, and it was quite an annoying ring tone as well, and quickly enough, three raptors surrounded them against a tree.
"They don't like that song either" Malcolm muttered. Grant did nothing, frozen as the beasts sniffed him. "Turn off the phone" he hissed. Noting the Grant was about to be killed he clapped, drawing the dinosaurs from their investigation. He slowly circled the tree.
Grant picked up the phone. "Hello. Billy. This is a really, really bad time" he whispered.
From the dig site Billy heard snarls. "What? Where are you? What's happening?"
"Remember the island I mentioned to you?" Grant asked.
Billy took a deep breath. 'What can I do?"
"I don't know yet. I'll call you when I can" and he shut the phone.
Ian glared at him as if to say 'you took long enough'. He took a breath. "What's the plan?"
Grant looked around. He squinted. "Is that a trailer?" After receiving confirmation he continued. "Think we could get down there, fast?"
Dr. Malcolm looked at the raptors staring at him. "No"
"There's a very good chance Eric's in there" Mr. Kirby decided.
So the four exchanged a glance and when Grant nodded they ran, faster then before, with raptors on their tail.
"Get in! Get in!" Grant shoved everyone in the mangled door and slammed it.
Mrs. Kirby looked around. "What is this?"
Malcolm looked around in déjà vu. "A very bad memory" he whispered, eyes fixed on the broken glass, rope, and bloodied switchboard. The raptors clawed but they couldn't get in and eventually gave up. The four were relieved.
Paul peered out the glass. 'What's that?"
"The main building.. One of them at least" Grant decided. He went to open the door but it was jammed in. Looking back, he climbed over the dashboard and out the broken window. He motioned for the others to follow, which they reluctantly did.
Once they were all out they stood silently for a moment, staring into the distance. Finally they jumped down, and started off in the direction of the building.
The door had already been smashed down and the window was smashed in as well. It left a semi eerie feeling in the air. First thing they noticed was the wall lined with vending machines. Paul felt his pocket. "I've got a dollar seventy-five. How about you guys?"
Both Grant and Malcolm looked at the man questioningly before turning to each other. Grant kicked the pane of glass and pulled out a few things. Malcolm followed suit, looking at the wrappings to find out how old there lunch was. "Thank god for preservatives" he muttered, tossing a few bags to each of the Kirbys.
Grant walked on and pushed opened a set of doors revealing a carnivorous hatching facility. Amanda looked entranced. "This is how you make dinosaurs?"
"No" Grant said, smiling at Malcolm. "It's how you play god"
Amanda looked around in awe, mostly drawn to a frozen raptor head. When she went to touch the glass though, she learned that it was in fact a olive raptor. It lunged at her and she screamed and ran back. The dinosaur was stuck between the small gap though and couldn't push through.
"Back out!" Gant yelled. "Move!" The group raced through the lab as the Velociraptor managed to find a bigger opening between the tanks.
Paul was leading the way, looking for any possible escape rout. E managed to find a narrow hallway with a low ceiling. He let Amanda in first, being that she was the only one who didn't have to bend much to get through. She was also the thinnest, making her quite comfortable compared to the others.
Grant and Malcolm were running but the raptor was all to swift. Grant felt himself being shoved in by the Chaotition mere moments before he would have been attacked.
"Couldn't you have found and escape rout a tad larger" Ian mused. Bending low to avoid yet another dip in the ceiling.
"In here!" Paul called from ahead, . He led them into a closet-like room and they slammed the door hard. The room was full of cages and cylinders but before that could take in their surroundings the raptor busted in.
The four ran into one of the large caged and pressed on the door. The raptor continued to smash at it, and the cheap metal wasn't holding. "Push" Amanda yelled, and they turned over the cage, trapping the dinosaur. The creature started moaning and Grant stopped in his tracks.
"She's calling for help"
And slowly more cried matched it, as the four ran out of the room and back to the jungle terrain. They came from every direction, surrounding them. To their luck and dismay, a herd of Hadrosaurs ran on. A stampede.
"Head for the trees!" Grant yelled. The raptors lined up in hunting formation. Grant looked back in time to see them charging. "This way!"
In effort to escape being a target, he led the group into the stampeding herd. Suddenly all was chaos. Hadrosaurs raced past, splitting up the group. Grant looked back and, much to his dismay, the raptors were not distracted.
The park of carnivores weaved its way through, a few on each human target. Everyone had now lost site of each other.
Malcolm stumbled over a root causing his short lead to diminish. A raptor lunged at him but quickly thinking, he grabbed his switchblade and struck at it at the same time. Malcolm felt its claw graze his leg but his blade pierced the creatures neck and it cried out in defeat.
Grant looked back at the sound. "IAN!"
"KEEP GOING!" his companion shouted back, and though Grant nodded and ran off, he didn't feel quite right about it. He spotted Amanda's pack on the ground and grabbed it while he ran past.
Amanda had settled on the top of a tree and was pulling Paul up, finally managing just in time to keep one of his limbs from being ripped off.
Amanda was panting and her face had gone pale. She leaned back and closed her eyes.
Malcolm found his own tree but didn't get the chance to climb it, as he found himself faced off by a raptor. Three in fact. He immediately drew his blade but suddenly it seemed rather small and insignificant. He swung it at the leading raptor but the dinosaur moved out of range and another one slashed at the back of Malcolm's leg.
Unluckily or not, depending if you were in favor of Ian Malcolm or the dinosaurs, it had been his previously injured leg, and in the same spot to make it worse. He barely managed to suppress a cry of pain as he fell. The three raptors were almost glaring at him.
He tried to reach for his knife but his arm wasn't cooperating to extend that far and it wouldn't seem to have helped anyways.
From the tree Paul and Amanda heard a good deal of the battle going on below. Amanda grimaced and moved closer to her husband. There was nothing she could do.
Malcolm managed to get up using a tree. The raptors didn't move on him though, they only stared and made noises amongst themselves. As he backed away one of the raptors slashed at him again, cutting into his arm. It wasn't severe but given the circumstances, it was bad. He backed against the tree, breaths coming in short gasp. To his relief though, or maybe not, the raptors found a new target and they ran off.
Amanda made move to begin climbing down but Paul grabbed her hand. "It's not safe. We're gonna wait for Dr. Grant"
Allan Grant scaled the trees until finally settled on a safe looking branch. The pack of three stood below him, still waiting. Grant needed to climb higher and the pack inn his hand wasn't helping. He was about to drop t when he noticed it was wet. Looking in he saw three raptor eggs, one broken. The dinosaur expert cursed the woman's ignorance and as gently as possible, returned the eggs.
They started to jump at the tree so Grant quickly made his way higher. He settled on a branch, the only sturdy looking one in the area. But it wasn't all that sturdy, and in a second Grant heard a sickening crack. He looked down in time to see a canister erupt in smoke and e spared not a second to half climb, half fall out of the tree.
"Come on! They'll be back!" A voice yelled, and a small grubby hand pulled Grant along. The scientist stumbled, trying to regain his vision, but he followed as fast and efficiently as he could.
Finally Grant was able to see his savior. And he was shocked beyond belief to find that it was the boy he was supposed to be saving. Eric Kirby smiled lightly and pulled Grant into a overly small room. It was truly no bigger than the inside of a Datsun.
Eric latched up the door and clicked on a lantern. 'Eric" Grant started but the boy held up a hand. 'Eric, your parents are here"
"In Costa Rica" Eric asked
Grant smiled. "On the island"
Eric's eyes went wide. "I can't believe it! I-I…they'll never make it." he sighed. "They can barely manage when the cable goes out" he studies has companion in depth. "Hey! Yout Allan Grant!" the man nodded. "I read both your books!"
"Which do you prefer?" Grant asked
"the first one. Before you were on the island" the thirteen year old responded. "You liked dinosaurs back then"
Grant stifled a smile. "Back then, they hadn't tried to eat me" Grant takes a better look around the hideaway. Among crowded piles there were smoke screens, lanterns, and candy wrappers.
Eric noted his gaze and shrugged. 'When InGen cleared out, they left practically everything behind"
"Any weapons or radios?" Grant asked hopefully.
Eric pulled out a long cattle prod. 'I found this but the battery's dead"
"it's a wonder you aren't" Grant muttered. Then he spoke normally again. "I'm amazed, Eric. Barely lasted two days. You lasted eight weeks"
Eric's eyes widened. "Is that all it's been? I thought it was longer!" he said, astonished.
'The important thing is that we both made it. That's something we have in common" Grant assured. Eric ripped into a candy bar and offers another to Grant. Grant smiled a bit deviously as a question formed in his mind. "Did you read Malcolm's book?"
"Yeah" Eric responds between bites.
Grant looked down. "What did you think?"
"I dunno. I mean he's really smart. But it all was kinda preachy. I mean the whole chaos thing. And like, to me, he seemed kinda high on himself" Eric responded honestly.
Grant smiled. "That's two things we have in common"
So i've succeded in introducing Eric, hurting Malcolm, and destroying multiple rooms. I call it a sucsess. XD
Well i'd love to know what you think so please review.