A/N: For the people who reviewed my story, I thank you, but please be patient! I have a life outside writing stories, such as school for instance. And I don't know if I'll do a BlueXIndoraptor story yet. I haven't even gotten to the actual events of Fallen Kingdom yet.
Isla Nublar, 2017.
She was confused. Why was the large mountain rumbling? It wasn't often, but it was still a lot.
Blue had turned four just a month ago, and she had grown smarter in evading anything remotely human. Except for her precious "meat storage vehicle". She loved that stupid human contraption. It was safe, and she claimed it as her own by plastering her scent on the tires from scent glands under her jaw.
Velociraptors would scratch the bark off of trees until the sticky sap would run from their deep claw marks embedded in the groves, and then they would rub their throats on the tree, which plastered their scent on the tree in their territory.
Blue would do this a bit differently. She'd scratch her claws down the tree, rub her scent on it, and then return to the Explorer and rub her throat anywhere she could reach on the vehicle to establish that it was hers, and no one else's. She didn't want any other carnivore to stumble upon her territory, and try to take her only source of food storage away from her.
The Velociraptor flinched when the mountain rumbled again. She wasn't too scared of it, but it rumbled now and then. It was strange. She wanted to go up the mountain to see what the problem was. Why was it growling? Was it trying to scare away any intruders? She sure hoped so.
Blue stood up, padding off deeper into her territory. She sniffed the hot, humid air, catching the faint scent of a young Pachycephalosaurus up ahead. She hoped it was injured. That would be an easier kill for her.
She quietly stalked through the underbrush, blinking. She cocked her head when she saw a clutch of eggs, half-heartedly buried in the soil.
Pachycephalosaurus eggs.
The carnivore looked this way and that before making her way towards the brood of eggs, sniffing them in curiosity. She couldn't hear any honking or squeaking coming from inside. That's why they were dumped so far away from a Pachy herd.
Whoever dropped them off here wanted to be rid of them, as they were stillborn.
Blue carefully took an egg in her jaws and crushed it between her teeth with a harsh bite to the shell.
The thick, yellow, yolk dripped onto her teeth and tongue. It tasted fairly good. She liked it.
The animal wandered off from the nest after every single egg was crushed and devoured in her jaws.
As she ventured further into the uncharted territory of the island, she realized that her feet were taking her to where she and her pack had been tricked by the Indominus Rex.
She jumped onto a log, the same one she had attacked her caretaker, Barry, in.
Her amber eyes scanned the area, looking around. She was met with tons of flashbacks of witnessing Charlie being blown to smithereens by the RPG missile. The missile that intended to hit her.
She felt a pang of guilt well up inside her. That missile was meant for her. Not Charlie. Her. She was dead, and it was all her fault.
Just like Echo and Delta, Charlie was gone. They had been dead for two years from that day.
Blue opened her mouth in a barely audible whine. She jumped off the log, trotting away from the area, tail swinging from side to side.
She was constantly plagued by nightmares, or simple flashbacks of her and Owen when she was a chick. She liked those dreams, despite her mild distrust of her former trainer.
Blue sniffed the skeletal remains of a Crichtonsaurus, hoping there was some meat on its bones. She was disappointed when she didn't see any, and continued on. She didn't feel like hunting that day, despite her being low on her meat supply.
She scanned the area, hoping to see some sign of prey, or a fresh kill. She lifted her head when she heard the screeching of Pteranodons overhead. Her calf muscles twitched. She lowered her head, taking off in a full sprint. Where there were Pteranodons, there was food.
The dinosaur ran on ahead, keeping her eyes locked onto where the flying dinosaurs were leading her. She was excited, really, really, really excited. She had a feeling she was going to have a lucky break today.
~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~
"What do you mean you can't send out another team to get the raptor?!" Mills shouted at someone over the phone. "It's just an animal! It'll be fine!"
The Indoraptor listened to him scream into his little device from his cage. He was around the height of a Velociraptor while standing on his hind legs. He paced inside his cage, watching the human with cold red/amber eyes. He growled, throat vibrating with the deep, throaty, noise.
His bulky body slammed against the bars of the cage, roaring, causing Mills to whirl around, jumping. He sneered at the hybrid, swearing loudly.
The hybrid stood up on his hind legs again, gripping onto the bars of his cage. He tilted his head, as he watched the angry human closely. He was great at observation. He learned to be stealthy and silent in terms of watching the humans that abused and teased him.
"Deal with the freak over here, please," Mills demanded coldly to the two mercenaries that always hurt him with tasers, and blared loud noises, horrible, noises in his ears.
They stalked towards the coal and gold animal, wielding their electric sticks.
He lowered his head, hissing. He slammed his open jaws against his cage bars, causing the men to laugh and jeer.
The Indoraptor stretched his long arms out, his paws slashing the air, angry roars and screeches escaping his mouth.
"Awwwww. Is ol' Fighter Jet upset?" One of the men teased.
The animal paused, blinking, as he examined his facial features.
His mouth was upturned into some form of a smirk or grin.
The men's faces twisted into a look of horror and fear. They stepped back, staring at the Indoraptor, watching the dinosaur's mouth upturn into a crooked grin.
He was smiling. The dinosaur was smiling.
He watched the humans run off in terror, as the Indoraptor retreated back to his dark corner of the cage. He lay down, jaw resting in between his paws. He closed his eyes, the crooked smirk returning to his muzzle.
He loved to see, and smell, their fear.
~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~
Blue scarfed down every bit of the Apatosaurus carcass that the Pteranodons led her to. She was very happy she could depend on the annoying pests for food. It was a lucky break for her.
She looked at her side. She looked healthier, which was a relief.
She hauled back as much meat as she could carry in her mouth, trotting back to her densite.
It was a rather short distance away, as the Ford Explorer, and her nest, wasn't that far from the large valley she hunted or scavenged in for her meals.
As soon as her nest was in her sight, the dinosaur chirped excitedly, bouncing on her toes, as she padded towards her little home.
Blue hopped into her nest, tail wagging, and lay down, leaning her upper back and shoulder blades against the left back tire of the Ford Explorer. She gnawed on her after-dinner snack, death talons flexing, tapping against the ground.
She looked around her boring home, yawning. She had a rather uneventful life after her pack died and Owen abandoned her. She couldn't do much but run, hunt, sleep, and hide from larger carnivores that might see her as a competitor for other territories.
She perked up when she heard the rumbling of Mount Sibo. She looked towards the now active volcano, and roared loudly. She was trying to sound intimidating.
Blue was a very intimidating animal, except to larger ones, such as the Tyrannosaurus Rex, or the herds of Brachiosaurus. To smaller ones, or the ones around her height, she was a force to be reckoned with.
A loud hoot caused her to sit up, her paws wriggling against her chest. She looked towards the foliage to see a Dilophosaurus peek its head out. it was mostly an olive green color with dark blue markings around the eyes, on the V-shaped crests on its head, and on its back. Its frill was a mix of golden yellow, red, and some white.
The Velociraptor's amber eyes focused onto the Dilophosaurus, lips curling back. She didn't like the spitting dinosaurs. she had seen several Gallimimus or other, small, herbivorous dinosaurs, and sometimes smaller carnivores, such as the annoying Compies, fall ill and die from the poisonous venom.
Dilophosaurus venom caused paralysis, a tingling, burning sensation when struck, blindness if hit in the eyes, vomiting, and convulsions. It was strong enough to take down a fully grown Allosaurus, and could blind a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
The Dilophosaurus stepped out into the light, flexing its paws, and hooting.
The Velociraptor stood up, watching the smaller carnivore with unease. She snapped her jaws, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
The spitter was getting very close to her storage bin.
With a defiant shriek, Blue jumped out at the other dinosaur, who flared its frill, making an eerie rattling noise.
The poisonous animal hissed before screeching loudly, venom bubbling at the back of its throat.
Blue snarled before lunging at the animal's throat with such force that she ended up knocking the creature over.
Juvenile Dilophosaurus were like juvenile Allosaurus: fierce and dangerous predators. They were around the height of a Velociraptor, 5''6, and were no more dangerous than their clashing rivals themselves.
Blue pinned the Dilophosaurus to the ground, feeling its claws kick at her belly, drawing blood. The Velociraptor's tough hide was able to withstand the duller claws of the spitter below her, as she cut off the animal's air supply, causing it to gasp and wheeze for oxygen to refill its lungs.
After much hesitation, the larger predator let go of the near-passed out Dilophosaurus, not before inflicting a harsh blow to the muzzle of the creature with her claws, knocking out a tooth crown.
The creature scrambled to its feet, wailing in pain, as it raced off from the Velociraptor's territory.
Blue opened her mouth in a loud screech of defiance. This was her territory, and she was going to make sure everyone on that island knew.
Her territory, starting from that day forward, was going to expand far beyond any Velociraptor territory ever established. It was the only thing she could do to keep the island nuisances out.
She started rubbing her throat and scent glands all over trees, mixing her scent in with the running, sticky, sap when her claws dug into the bark and wood.
Satisfied with her work, she retreated to her nest, and lay down to sleep.
~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~
The moon shone overhead, as Blue made her way towards the center of the island. She sniffed around, looking for food.
Since she was a loner, the animal resulted into having to hunt at night while potential meals were sleeping.
The Velociraptor tapped her death talons, body low to the ground. She grew more and more excited as she closed in on a sleeping Gallimimus.
The rest of its herd was also asleep, which gave her an advantage point.
She snuck up behind the animal before pouncing, her jaws closing around its neck so tightly it could barely choke out a sound.
Its eyes bulged, and its limbs flailed in terror and pain, as Blue clamped down harder and harder on her prey's neck.
Until its body went limp did she let go.
She rumbled in her throat at tasting blood on her tongue. Her head dipped down, her long muzzle tearing into the soft flesh of the animal's belly. Her tail wagged in excitement, as she gulped down her first real meal in months.
A dullness overcame her scales over the past two years from lack of food, and the extra layer of fat on the base of her tail was quick to disappear.
She was still very lonely from time to time, but the frequent attacks from predators trying to take her kills had made her stronger. And meaner.
She grew meaner towards any carnivorous dinosaur who thought they could take kills from her. Especially the somewhat smaller ones, which were Allosaurus, Baryonyx, and Carnotaurus.
She didn't like those kinds of dinosaurs. They were dangerous animals. Thankfully, she hadn't been injured by one.
A loud roar caused her to lift her head from her meal.
The other Gallimimus around her began to stir, visibly alerted by the sound.
The Velociraptor stood up, shaking herself off. She wriggled her paws, lips twitching.
A large Suchomimus stomped into her range of vision. It roared loudly, causing her to lower her head, arching her back, in fury.
She snarled, standing over her kill. She worked too hard for it to be taken away from her.
The Suchomimus lumbered into her view, a visible infection on its leg, making the skin look red and swollen.
Blue blinked, hissing and growling, as she stayed put, amber eyes locked onto the much larger foe in front of her.
Unlike bears, Velociraptors weren't suicidally aggressive. Velociraptors without packs, however, became so overprotective of food, that they'd give up their lives protecting it.
The Suchomimus roared at the smaller dinosaur, causing her to shriek back at it.
The larger dinosaur shut its mouth, saliva dripping from its jaws. It blinked, bright gold eyes looking straight at the Gallimimus carcass the miniature carnivore was protecting with all her might.
The Suchomimus attempted to strike, before a sharp slap across its nose caused it to jerk its head back.
The smaller animal hissed warningly, blood dripping from the claws on her left paw.
the Suchomimus roared, snatching her by her shoulder in its teeth.
The dinosaur wailed loudly, scrambling out of its grip at the last moment, before its teeth could sever her arm. Without looking back, she raced off into the darkness of the foliage, one arm dangling limply against her body.
SHe skidded to a halt when she reached the safety of the bushes. She crept outwards to witness her precious dinner being swallowed by the Suchomimus, as the rest of the Gallimimus flock began to stampede around it.
She whimpered, trying to move her injured arm, to no avail. It wasn't a bad break, bu it was bad enough to be painful.
She licked the scrapes and cuts along her arm from the Suchomimus' teeth. Thankfully, they wouldn't scar over. She was very lucky that she had lasted this long with how many injuries she had sustained over the last few years.
Blue felt worthless when she was injured. If a predator saw she was injured, they'd know in a heartbeat that she would be an easy target for prey. She hated that feeling. It was so horrible, knowing her, the supposed hunter, was prey.
It made her mad at herself as well, since she felt that she was incapable of hunting down meager prey, even at nighttime. She was useless as a Velociraptor.
Dejected, the animal trudged back to her desnite to tend to her wounds.
~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~
He learned a lot. He learned that freedom was denied in this cruel world. He knew that he was feared by everyone who came near him. He learned comfort wouldn't be provided.
And he knew pain when the man picked him up, how his fingernails dug into the scruff of his neck, how harshly he dropped him. He was lucky not to have severely hurt himself.
The Indoraptor also knew he was growing. He was growing a lot. His tiny cage could fit over his head when he turned three weeks old. He was getting so big that he was moved to a new cage, a bigger one.
The cage was located down a dark hallway, a lonely dark hallway with only two lights on either side of the brick wall to illuminate his world.
Darkness. Pain. Fear. That was all he knew. No compassion, no empathy. He was a monster. A two year-old monster.
He began to observe the humans' behavior, as well as how they treated each other, and him.
He learned that they smiled when they jabbed him with electric prods, and laughed when he yelped or tried to hide in the comforting darkness within his cage. Sadly, the glow of the electric prods always found him, sending him into a frenzy of panic, scampering away from the light on all fours.
It was incredibly odd, watching the terrified hybrid race off to another part of his dark cage to rid himself of the pain he endured at the hands of the humans. The more he observed, and the more he listened, the more he could pick up on the way the humans' hands moved to grasp objects, and how their mouths upturned into smiles, the more he learned from them.
He paced around inside his cage, gurgling and chirping. He tapped his death talons against the concrete ground, occasionally looking up to see if any humans were coming near him. When he saw none, he dragged his claws against the concrete, his throat vibrating, as he made a gurgling sound that, to him, was a laugh.
He was writing.
His claws left deep, jagged scratches on the concrete floor, as he tried to spell two of the names the humans gave him; Jack the Ripper, and Crazy Ol' Fighter Jet. Unfortunately, the only words he could figure out how to spell the easiest were "Ripper" and "Jet", except he thought it was spelled "Jett".
The Indoraptor cocked his head innocently at his scribbles. He tried his best to write out the two names he knew, but it just looked like the handwriting of a two-year old who was working on learning how to write the letters of the alphabet. It looked very pathetic.
With a snort he whirled around, slashing the wall of his cage, his tail hitting the dimming light hanging above his head.
With the light bulb smashed by his tail, he was plunged into darkness.
As his eyes adjusted, he found that he could use night vision rather well. He looked around blindly, his death talons tapping the ground.
His eyes, much like a cat's, glowed in the darkness.
He cocked his head when he heard the sound of humans talking.
"It broke the light bulb? Are you serious?" Someone groaned.
"Apparently...c'mon. You know where the light bulbs are. So you have to go and replace it."
The other man sighed. "Fine."
The Indoraptor cocked his head. He wriggled his paws, a sinister plan forming in his mind. The human would be coming into his cage...unarmed. He would, of course, tranquilized him, but what if he were already asleep when the man came in? It was a good plan, to him. All he hoped for was if he could pull it off.
The animal lowered himself to the ground on his belly, covering his attempts to write under his growing body. He waited impatiently for the human to return, eyes scanning the dimly lit hallway. When he felt as if he couldn't wait any longer, the man returned with the tools to fix the light.
Automatically, the hybrid closed his eyes, curling up into a tight ball. His breathing was slow and even, making it look like he was truly asleep. No one would have guessed the dinosaur was awake, preparing an ambush.
His ears picked up the sound of the human grumbling to himself in irritation, as he shone a flashlight onto the animal. "Thank god the dumb thing's asleep."
When he was sure the repairman wasn't looking, the Indoraptor slowly lifted his head. He silently rose to his feet, reaching out with a paw to stroke the man's pant leg.
He looked down at the wide awake hybrid. "Oh sh-"
The Indoraptor knocked him to the ground, tearing into his flesh, snarling and roaring. He was no bigger than a Great Dane while biped, and he already had the strength to kill a full-grown man.
The screams of horror and pain filled the entire lower level.
Guards raced into the hallway, as the dinosaur carved and chewed the flesh from the now-deceased human's skull.
"Shoot it! Shoot it!" The guards pointed tranquilizers at the animal, shooting it three times.
The Indoraptor roared, rearing back on his hind legs. He stumbled around like he was drunk before collapsing onto his side, the bloody, now decapitated, skull lying behind him, having been torn off at the lower jaw.
He was only two years-old, and already committed his first kill.