Power Plant
The clawed toes of Zeal's feet clanked against the cold slick metallic floor. He tapped his two large, six inch killing claws against the ground. He was performing an echo hunting technique. Any differential in pitch of a returning echo could prove useful. It might even lead to another exit the blue shirt man with red feathers may have taken through the building, especially since Zeal's sniffing proved useless in the structure he was currently in. The swift predator ceased tapping his clawed toes after a few seconds. He stood still, silently listening to the resounding echoes, and patiently waited for the sound he hoped would reach his keen ears.
Several minutes passed. The fact that not a defined echo had returned to Zeal yet, aside the ones that bounced off the ceiling and floor, meant that the place he was in must be massive. A couple more minutes passed before the echoing sound the raptor had anticipated reached his ears. "That's interesting." Zeal thought to himself as he tilted and bobbed his head, "There are only three ways of escape. And one of them seems to be much higher than humans normally place their doors." Zeal decided to investigate all three exits since he couldn't track the man with smell or sight. Most predators on Jurassic Park knew that the material people called metal was terrible at absorbing scents and footprints, but Zeal had forgotten this detail in his quick paced pursuit of the blue shirt man into the building.
The velociraptor began his trek to the first exit at a brisk jogging pace. He adjusted his vision for night hunting while he was on the go. The building was so dimly lit he might have run into something if he didn't. Zeal now focused his binocular vision into the depths of the space he was running in. He could see tall scaffoldings and hanging girders from the ceiling. In the far off distant, flashes of blue dots and streaks popped in and out of existence. Zeal could also see the silhouettes of a couple of humans walking on girders and scaffoldings holding what looked to be tranquilizer guns that emitted blue sparks. The raptor concluded that those were obviously the electric weapons the triceratops had warned him about. "So they actually can harness and control lightening. I'll definitely be sure to avoid them now." Zeal made sure to stick to the shadows to avoid being seen
After an hour of fast paced jogging Zeal finally reached his first destination. The door before him was one made of wood, not metal. The intelligent dinosaur turned the door handle, just as his elders had taught, and pushed his head up against the door to open it. It swung open revealing its contents of a mop, broom, bucket, and a map of the building posted on the back wall of the tiny supply closet. "This is not an escape way!" Zeal growled to himself. "But at least something useful came of this waste of time." Zeal thought as he looked at the map. The red 'X', he assumed, marked his location, and the red squares marked the exits. The map only indicated two, contrary to Zeal's previously thought three, one of which turned out to be a room, and another wasn't even on the map. The map seemed to show the two exits were where Zeal entered the building, and the other, on the opposite side of the building. "If that's the situation, then what is the other escape way I picked up? Echo hunting techniques don't lie." Being the curious youngling he was, Zeal investigated.
Following his same routine as before the cunning velociraptor ran whilst he stuck to the shadows to avoid being seen, only extracting a 'Huh?' and 'What? Was that something?' from a person every now and again.
An hour into the run, Zeal considered jumping from girder to girder might prove faster, and to his advantage to reach the unmarked exit faster. Using the powerful leg muscles of his species, Zeal launched himself off the ground in mid run to 12 feet into the air. He lightly landed on a scaffolding, which were scattered everywhere, and from there jumped an additional 18 feet higher onto a girder. He landed on the steel bar with excellent poise and tail stiff for balance. It swayed slightly with his added weight, but it was not a problem for a coordinated raptor as his self.
Zeal launched himself to a girder over 10 feet away, and landed with the same poise as before. On the third attempt Zeal miscalculated the distance between the two girders and he slipped on the edge of the metal bar. He reacted instinctively and threw both his arms forward to grab onto the girder. Both clawed hands missed, but, with lightening agility, Zeal opened his jaws and snapped them shut on the girder's edge. Like a hooked trout on a fishing line, Zeal hung suspended in the air by his mouth.
"Unacceptable!" Zeal gurgled angrily through clutched teeth. Using only toned neck muscles; the raptor flexed his vertebrae and flipped onto the center of the 10 foot long girder. "My parqou would have laughed me into shame if they had seen my simple mistake." Zeal sadly reflected, using the Ancient Saurilied word for 'pack'.
After his girder incident the velociraptor had no more slip ups on the way to his destination. Zeal scanned the scenery below the girders for the exit. He had been looking for another man-made doorway of some sort but instead found a gaping hole in the wall letting in the bright day light of the noon sun. Zeal front flipped down from the girders onto a series of scaffoldings that lined up with the hole. He judged the hole was at the least 20 feet above ground level, and it surely wasn't human made for it was too non-symmetrical. Besides that, it lead straight into the jungles and forests of the island; no roads. "The symtel almost seems random." Zeal thought aloud saying the ancient word for 'construction'. The velociraptor made quick sharp movements as he looked closely over the rubble of the wall. "It's as if the wall got knocked in from the outside. It's almost as if…NEXCREEG OF GREAT SAURILIEDS!" The raptor screeched in both horror and amazement as he rolled from in front of the hole just in time to avoid the massive crunching jaws of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
The rex growled as it snapped its jaws trying to reach for the evasive raptor. Zeal rolled once more to the far left of the T-rex's snout so that he was just out of its biting range. Only the head of the rex could fit through the hole. The small carnivore stiffened his tail high, raised its sickle like toe claws, and lifted his hands to show off his claws. He then lowered his head with his mouth wide opened, and hissed at the 10 ton carnivore. The T-rex fixed its eye upon the smaller predator, and emitted a low threatening rumble from its throat. Zeal hissed again, this time curling his tongue in a snake like motion to appear more of a threat to the rex. The tyrannosaurus just watched with its large eye, waiting for the raptor to a mistake in movement.
Zeal decided to take the first move of action. The cunning carnivore waited for the T-rex to blink. "Now!" He leapt forward towards the dinosaur's nose with his right leg's large sickle claw extended in front of him. The T-rex realized what was happening too late when it caught site of Zeal leaping toward its nose. The raptor slashed into the thick rough skin of the larger carnivore with his knife like toe, making the rex howl in pain. The T-rex swung its head side to side and knocked its snout into Zeal, sending him flying high into the girders. The agile raptor recovered in mid flight with enough time to grab onto a girder above the rexes protruding head through the wall.
The T-rex glared at Zeal in boiling anger. The raptor hung in the air from the metal bar, and now was in a convenient biting range for the T-rex. The rex stretched its neck as it snapped inches away from the smaller predator's tail. Zeal quickly scampered up onto the girder to avoid the massive maw of the rex. He scanned his surrounding to find any girders within his jumping range. He found one that lead directly over the rex's head, but whilst in the air the larger carnivore would be able to reach him. Zeal figured he would take the risk. The swift footed predator backed up on the girder he stood on and prepared to make a leapt of faith.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Zeal stumbled when he heard the thundering voice calling him out.
"Who the…?" Zeal questioned.
"Down here brash youngling." A powerful, yet endearing voice answered. Zeal looked down to see the T-rex's glare of extreme anger had changed into an expression of distasteful concern.
"You're a female?" Zeal asked in surprise.
Me: A FEMALE! What a twist...okay not really. HA!
Zeal: Yes it is. Female Dinosaurs are usually bigger than males.
Me: So?
Zeal: SOOO. Their also more agressive. I COULD DIE!
Me: Dude...your the main character...
Zeal: I guess you've never heard of Armagedon, or I am Legend, or Departed, or-
Me: Ok, Ok I get your point. Yesh
Zeal: Just don't make me do some kind of heroic sacrifice or anything.
Me: Fine, fine. There are cooler ways to kill you any way.
Zeal: What was that? *raises sickle claw*
Me: Nothing. Nothing at all. Just read the next chapter.
