Finally! I promise that I am alive, guys. I wouldn't be so rude as to die without telling my fans, first! Hah, hah... heeeehhhh. *ForeverAlone* But seriously, guys! I think I have it ready, now! An actually long chapter! I just might cry... On a side note, everyone's favorite Pratt brat makes an appearance now! Spoilers, I guess, If you haven't seen the movie Jurassic World. But then, my question to you is; Why are you reading a fanfiction of it?

-SkullsandDuggery, you have at least one of those predictions correct, but I'll let Tacet and Iudex judge me sooner than I tell you which!

Mr Nemesis X, I know that Velociraptor's sickle claw is useless for slashing thanks to an awesome experiment/documentary video I saw, but the Velociraptors from Jurassic Park 3 are what my story in based on, and we know next to nothing on their physical capabilities. Anyway, thanks for the compy-ment! Badum-tss.

Archi stepped about nervously. He didn't like it. The others should have been back by now, Lilac wasn't that hard to persuade. Chula shifted from under her tree, her neck curving gracefully, like a swan's. She barked; it was time to do something. Both heads swung in unison to face Fuego, perching on a large rock.

The Alpa's glanced at his two present pack members and nodded.

Fuego jumped off the stone and began trotting East. Chula took his right, and Archi covered his left flank. Together, what remained of the pack melted into the jungle.

Eyelids cracked open to the midday light. Streak woke up slowly, which was weird; he was a light sleeper. He tried to recall the previous events in his head.

The forest, the No-Tails, fear-smell, killing-claws, small fangs, Lilac, Eri, Summer!

He had blacked out, and now he was here.

Wherever that was.

Where had the No-Tails taken them? It was very strange, they were supposed to be enemies.

So why was he still alive?

Streak tried to recollect his thoughts, however muddy they were. He got up and called for pack. A few small squeaks to his left told him that Summer was okay, just dazed. A cry from behind signaled that Eri was already on her feet and prowling over.

To the right, leaves rustled. The group of raptors went over to investigate after helping Summer onto her feet.

Streak peered over the bushes and sighed in relief. It was just Lilac, she was still out cold.

Streak was shoved to the side as Eri tackled the sleeping Lilac and was rewarded with sluggish snaps. She growled; where were they?

The small pack immediately scanned the area to get a better look at their strange new surroundings. The floor was covered in small chunks of wood-smelling shavings, and the trees and bushes only grew in bunches. off to the right there were trees, something they could recognize. To the left was a small pond.

After hydrating at the pond, the pack set off for the forest. They could find some prey to hunt there. Streak just couldn't shake the feeling, though.

The feeling of eyes.

The pack wan't alone.

They bolted through the building, away from Vic's final "resting" place. If it weren't for the thick haze of fear clouding his thoughts, Owen would have been amazed at Claire and the boys' ability to keep up with him.

But unfortunately, he was a bit preoccupied with the bloodthirsty animal a few feet behind him.

The group darted past the hologram platform, and Owen heard a small bleep, followed by the shriek of something unfamiliar. A quick, risky glance backwards was taken as the back of a transparent frill unfurled in his vision. Dilophosaurus. Smart move, Gray. Owen still had no idea why that particular hologram was ever added here, as Jurassic World had no Dilophosaurs.

But the holograms did a pretty good job of occupying Velociraptors. Delta skidded as she almost backpedaled to get a grip on the slick floor and her snarl was enough to let the others know that she did not appreciate her hunt being interrupted. Then the doors closed behind them, and all focus was on what was ahead.

Another Velociraptor.

Blue screamed at the sudden group of defenseless humans, and she eagerly called her sisters to join the fray. Delta suddenly reappeared behind them, followed by Echo abruptly materializing from the left. The three raptors stalked slowly toward the group: bronze, brown and blue closing the circle. Owen almost wished that the green raptor was still alive: then it would have been a touching reunion. He missed Charlie.

Blue silently scanned the prey. Owen could practically hear her gears turning.

A female; that might pose some problems. Two hatchlings; no trouble there.

And then her golden gaze fell on Owen.

Blue visibly froze up. Echo and Delta seemed to notice him for the first time as well, confusion that was soon replaced by curiosity filled their eyes. Their former Alpha, here of all places? Would he join the hunt with them?

Owen then spread his arms protectively over the prey. Blue's eyes immediately hardened. No. Besides, the White One had said not to trust their old Alpha.

Suddenly, Owen took a step forward, surprising everyone, the raptors and himself included. He slowly reached his hand up...

Blue made to bite at it. Owen didn't flinch. Steadily, his hand touched Blue's warm, pebbly scales. He brought his hand up, and softly grasped the clip of the camera fastened to her.

"Sshhh, Blue. Easy... easy."

The strap slid off. Blue was free. Her sibling seemed to relax. They were comfortable now, back to being his girls. Even Claire and the boys let out their respective sighs. Until-

The ground shook. Owen's girls turned and stood taller. She was back.

The white-scaled monster slid across the puddle-spotted asphalt, and finally came to a stop at the mixed pack before her. She called; Why do you... What are you doing?

Blue swiveled her head back to look at her Alpha. Her true Alpha. She chittered, and whipped her head back with a shriek.

I'm standing with my pack!

The Indominus paused, ever so slightly, struck by this little creature's miniature bravado. Then she seemed to sneer. The white, thumbed, clawed hand was brought back and splayed.

Blue braced herself, and shut her eyes.

Owen woke up in a sweat, his bed drenched uncomfortably. He looked around at his surroundings.

Yup, still in his bungalow.

Jurassic World had reopened, after all. It turned out that people loved the thrill of a dangerous past, and more visitors had arrived opening day then ever before. Right after signing, of course their phone book of a contract.

Even with all of the rebuilding, Jurassic World never found any trace of Blue. One can only assume she found a nice new nest and a place to hunt. With the other three Velociraptors gone, and no replacement embryos in stock, there was no use for Owen Grady at Jurassic World. Sure, he could work at the Petting Zoo, but there was no way in hell that he would ever do that. There was just no point.

Owen opened up his laptop sadly. He clicked on "New Notifications" and found something interesting.

A job application.

Sorry if there are any typos I missed, my deadline was 12:00, and I'm 35 minutes over it! Happy New Years, everyone!