Island of Secrets
Chapter 7: Restored, slightly...

Location: Site B
Time: 14:09

My eyes remained shut, yet I regained my strength slightly from this nap. I dared not move, because the slow and rythmic breathing of my bed mate became noticed upon my awakening. I could only smile... No, I wasn't in love, but I was happy that "someone" was here. Someone I could talk to, communicate with and even be close to... I think I'd go more than mad if I didn't have at least a fucking mirror to talk to... There's so much to say, but so few to listen.

I noticed my partner's shift in its sleep, so I let it go from my grasp as it lightly stretched. It opened its emerald eyes, which contrasted with her somewhat purple-ish hide, and it seemed like it smiled, as I felt something slithering off my right leg. I look down to it, to see the dilo unwrapping its tail from it. I chuckled lightly and pushed myself up. I groaned from the pain, but the pain on my leg was manageable. My right arm was hurting badly, but it felt like heaven compared to how it felt several hours ago. I kneeled down and grabbed my katana, this time tying it around my waist to my right. I'm ambidextruous, so I won't have problems using my left hand to attack, plus my limp is almost gone, even though it still hurt slightly. I stretched out, then unlocked the door. I looked back to my partner, who was still on the double couch, with only its head raised as it stared at me and chirped lightly, with its tail moving in what looked like slow motion.

"I need to get to the SouthEast outpost. Not only will it help me, there's also some questions I need answered..." I said to it, then it stretched and virtually jumped from the couch, standing to my right. It sniffed the scabbard of my sword and barked lightly. I looked down to it and it tilted its head to the right as it stared at me. I sighed.

"I don't need to support myself... And, if it looks like I'm about to fall, I trust you can stop that from happening... right?" I said. The dilo nodded and chirped, shaking its head in the same way a dog would to dry its self, then it huffed. I smiled and we headed outside. The sun was a bright orange, indicating the afternoon. I looked at it, then jerked my head to look forward, as a single short sentece escaped my lips...

"I promise..." It came like a whisper, which confused even me... I somehow still had the faith that I'd leave this island alive... Well, nothing wrong with thinking wishfully.

I followed the path me and Ares followed when we first got here. I left the MK-49, since It'd be impossible to carry in the condition I'm in. My partner seemed to be in a better mood than in the previous days of being at my side... I paid it no mind, however. I was too focused on getting to the outpost. We walked for about half an hour, until my left leg started twinging in pain. I winced and sat on the path, not bothering to find a rock to sit on. My partner looked at me, then at my leg, as it chirped out in a tone that would convey worry. I sighed and waved it off, as I massaged my left leg slowly.

"It's nothing... I just tripped." I lied to my pertner. Luckily, it believed me, since it nodded and turned around. I pushed myself up once more and we continued our walk. I could feel hungry eyes staring from all directions, unless it was paranoia. But there's no such thing as "safe" on this island. I held my katana's hilt firmly with my left hand, eager to test myself ever since my fall.

"Just try it..." I whispered to myself, as I stared at a few shrubs and tall grass to my far right. It didn't show any signs that there was something in them, beyond my line of sight, but I figured it'd be a decent place from where one would commence an attack. I wasn't looking where I was going, so I tripped on what looked like a rock. I didn't fall, but I almost did. I looked at the piece of... leather? I digged it up slightly and blew on it, releasing some of the dirt. It was a leahter-covered book.

"Torn, a novelization..." I read the title out loud while I kept walking. I looked at the author's name and laughed somewhat silently...

"What kind of retard used a goofy fucking Author's name like P.B.M..? " I said. Shit makes me think of Peanut Butter and... marmalade, I guess. I found the book amusing, so I kept it, carrying it in my left hand. My partner was sniffing around slightly as we walked. I stopped whenever it stopped, just to be safe.

We made it to the outpost after several minutes of walking. My legs were on fire, but I refused to stop there... I went to the small computer room. Surely enough, it was still there. I flipepd a switch for the room's breakers and everything sprang back to life. I approached the computer and placed the book on top of the monitor, while my partner looked out the window pane with a kind of interest, as it swished its tail slowly to the left and right. I looked at the monitor and took a deep breath. I took videos 1, 2, 4, 6 and 7, placing them in a different folder, then spoke to myself.

"Let's get this over with..." I said, then pressed 'Play' on the folder I created...

-Begin Playback

The same bald guy, Garm, if I remember the name correctly, from the previous videos appeared, though he looked much less tired. He was also somewhat cleaner, as he stood only half visible in a blue room with scientific miscellaneous lying around or on a few tables.

"Hello there... I'm leaving these videos to you, Beatrice... Should anything happen to me, these videos are proof that I died doing what I love, with who I love, of course... Now, we started a few weeks ago to gather information about the dinosaurs, specifically how their gene sequence caps and genetic structure can be manipulated... Yes, barbaric, I know... However, this would give us an edge in controling the dinosaurs' behaviour and intsincts, plus it would certainly make matters such as understanding how and why they function, so as to contain and treat them properly for when Project Resurrection comes into effect... I've already recieved word of people heading over to Isla Nublar... I don't get it, the place is barren, scorched, burned to oblivion... Or is-" ERROR! ENDING TRANSMISSION..!

-End Playback

I sigh and expertly finish the question he was about to say.

"Or is it all a ruse by the UN and InGen..?" I ask myself this... Now it makes sense why they'd need all the information these people died to obtain... I played the second video...

-Begin Playback

Garm was there, only there was a dead compy in a cage to his right, elevated by some kind of tall table. Garm was discussing something. What bothered me was the unprofessionalism used to record these videos...

"...often stupid, if such a word would truly describe the lacking attitude of those nasty compsognathus... Sure, they have pack behaviour, but they're easily scared, often depend too much on thier pack members and more often than not, attack targets they could only dream of taking down... If they could even think, that is. That being said, they are interesting test subjects and they are plentiful... I doubt we'll run out of them any time soon. Annoying things breed like rabbits... Well, the experiments were mostly successful, all for one: Trying to get the dinosaur to understand us... We spliced the genes of many dinosaurs here and released them back into the wild of this hell hole, so now they and their offspring will, or at least should, easily understand us. Now the last question in our private agenda remains: Can we talk to them? I mean, can we have a proper conversation with them? This would be information that, if given to Dr. Wu, or Mr. Masrani, would make a person very influential and rich... But, I digres, since I'm not in it for the money... Wait... What was-" The screen cuts to black, followed by the distinct sound of a door being broken down, static and the bone chilling shriek of a velociraptor...

-End Playback

"Looked like the same raptor from the third video..." I said to myself. I looked behind me, to see the dilophosaurus sleeping on the couch the compy partners my squad had before we left this place behind. A few tears left my eyes, but I wiped them... There's no way I'm letting their deaths be in vain. I look at the screen to notice the three other videos I've yet to see: 4, 6 and 7. I press play...

-Begin Playback

The vidoe started out nicely this time. Garm cam walking from the left and an apatosaurus came from the right. It had this weird collar on it, which was beeping.

"Hello... Can you understand me? Nod so I understand." He said in a rather stern way. The apatosaurus looked away. Garm looked at the camera, which now that I think about it, was somewhat wobbling. Suddenly, the collar shocks the apatosaurus, causing it to groan an wail in pain. The collar deactivates after ten seconds.

"We need you to cooperate... So, I will ask again: Do you understand me?" Garm asks, now rahter dejectedly. The apatosaurus turns its head to face him and it nods. I'd be surprised, if I hadn't seen this behaviour already.

"Good, good..." Said Garm, taking notes on a small piece of paper. He then approached the apatosaurus and it stepped back by three steps, as it was visibly shaking... Garm nodded to the camera, the apatosarus got shocked, this time for twelve seconds...

"This IS barbaric..." I muttered to myself, unable to look away in case I miss a slight detail. The shocking stopped and Garm spoke up.

"Tsk, tsk... I told you: If you cooperate, we can walk out of this... Now, I need you to trust me..." He said, as he approached the apatosaurus, a needle with a blue liquid in his left hand. The apatosaurus panicked, then it got shocked... However, it was for much longer. Garm looked at the camrea, spooked, and yelled at the man behind it.

"Turn it off, Geoffrey! Turn it off before-" The screen cut from static to black, but not before the apatosaurus's head seemingly erupted, along with the collar.

-End Playback

I was having a hard time holding in my lunch...

"Fuck's sake..." I muttered, then swallowed rather roughly. I took a deep breath to calm myself down, to certain avail. I then played the sixth video...

-Begin Playback

Garm was there, with his jacket all bloody. He looked down to it and go out of it. He sighed, then looked at the camera.

"The price of progress, I supose... Still, the communicators are helping these failures become less... Yet, I can't help but feel like this is a mistake... How much freedom are we going to strip away from these creatures before we realize we've gone too far..? Well... I certainly wouldn't know: I'm too commited to my job, dammit!" He sighed, then spoke up again, this time turning around.

"Beatrice... If I don't get out of this island... Or if someone is needed to save the last documentations of our research, then I want you to know how much I love you... I can't say much, because words wouldn't suffice... The evacuation is almost over with... One of us isn't making it out of this..."

-End Playback

I sighed and shifted slightly, since I've been standing for the remainder of these videos. Thankfully, there was only the last one. I pressed 'Play'.

-Begin Playback

Garm was there, but he looked exhausted. His clothes were slightly ripped, plus it looked like he had a small wound around his upper body, given away by the blood covered light blue shirt with scratch marks on it that he was wearing. He was shaking slightly. He let go of the camera and began to talk, forcefully, since it looked like he was too scared to even move.

"The assets have escaped, there's dead people everywhere... InGen cut their evacuation short, leaving more than 30% of us here... Which makes us at least six hundred strong, only fifty or so being Security and another forty being hired guns... Well, that's what it looked like, until everyone started panicking... The assets, they're all over the place..." He stopped to look at the door behind him, from which came repetitive banging, indicating that the "assets" were on the other side of the door... And they did NOT sound happy...

Garm looked at the camera and pulled out a .44 magnum. He held it loosely in his left hand, while his right hand held a magnum round. He opened the cylindrical chamber and put the bullet inside. He placed the chamber in a way that the next shot would fire it. He then sighed.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen..." He said to himself, as a tear left his left eye. I noticed his eyes were actually an amber yellow, in contrast to the avarage brown he had in the previous videos. The benging on the door got louder, and he put the revolver to his left temple and spoke.

"I won't let them get me alive... I know I will face judgement, but the things I've done... The lives I've ended, regardless if they weren't human... I'll be lucky if all I get tried for is suicide... Though I seriously doubt that... Beatrice... Goodbye..." He finished speaking, then typed into the computr with his free right hand. A small message on the screen said 'Recording saved'. He then smiled and pulled the trigger, the screen turning black.

-End Playback

"Fuck..." I said to myself. I loked behind me. My partner was still fast asleep, so I took this chance: I walked out of the room and headed downstairs, guided by the instructions and guide arrows. It took me a few minutes, but I made it to the door which led to the vault, obviously, since it was labeled 'Vault'. I opened it, thanking God silently for the absence of power beyond this point. I found a flashlight next to a dismembered skeletal arm... What made me flinch was the fact that there was a skeletal palm close to it, next to an empty .44... I gulped, then picked up the flashlight with my left hand. I clicked it on...

"Here goes nothing..." I said to nobody in particular, beginning my descent into the dark corridor which awaited me at the bottom of the staris... Jesus fucking Christ, what is it with these people and stairs...

***POV SWITCH***

The velociraptor pack had finally shaken that Razor-Mouth. They were all exhausted, especially Serena. The whole day had been nothing but headaches and running. She was sick of it, which was an understatement. The raptors were close to their nesting grounds. White-Claw spoke up, rather rudely, to be honest...

"Serena... Did you have the chance to kill the human..?" She asked with severe authority. In fact, the other raptors walked away, into the nesting grounds, leaving Serena to contend with Whie-Claw by herself. Serena chirped in sadness and looked down, her tail no longer swaying.

"Yes, Alpha." She said. Her voice was monotoned. Sad. It was all she could muster in her shame.

White-Claw was furious, to say the least. She stompped on the ground with her right foot, then hissed at Serena, baring her full set of teeth. Serena was scared. So very scared.

"For failing to kill the human on sight, you are banished from this pack. So say I, Alpha White-Claw..." White-Claw spoke, with so much hatred... So much anger... So much disgust. One would think she viewed Serena as a human now, but that was putting it lightly. Serena chirped in sadness once more, not even daring to look at her now former pack leader. She turned around, but before she could run, White-Claw spoke up.

"Should any of us see you again... We won't hesitate to end you..." She stated. Serena sighed in sadness, as her tail swished slowly. She then began to sprint away from the pack she grew up in. Her home... Her life... It was all gone... And it was the human's fault... But, was it?

Serena's thoughts lingered, as she failed to notice the sun going down. It'd been a long an exhausting day... She knew who'd take her in... She just hoped he was still alive...

She ran in the direction of the shoreline, more specifically, where she first laid eyes on the humans... Something in her mind told her that she'd find him there... She'd find Long-Claw, waiting for her...

The sun was now gone, being replaced by the moon, as its shine never ceased to amaze. Serena wouldn't stop running: Some unknown force was keeping her from collapsing, even though she really wanted to just fall down... To just cry and wait for death to take her, in any way possible. But, there was hope... Yes, hope. Human Long-Claw was her hope... Just the memory of his gaze locked on hers was enough to motivate her to keep going. She was still shedding tears, but she refused to stop.

"I'll find you, Long-Claw... Then... Then... I don't know..." Serena chirped to herself. She was confused as to what was calling her towards him. It was a warm feeling... One of want... One of need... One of... love...?

A/N: Hey-O! New chapter. Noice. I'm so thrilled that this is going so well. I've honestly got not much to say, so I'll just say the avarage shit: Make surre to review, with an account, if possible. And don't forget to tell your weird friends about this. Chances are, they'll enjoy this story too. But hey, the fuck should I know...

Now, to adress several things... Lev, the real you, wherever the fuck you are... I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. It wasn't you, it was someone who used your name. Fine, that's at the very least a real thing, since I've seen it before... Which is why I'm rather skeptical about that whole debacle, and why I prefer Profiled Reviewers... Also, I really don't want to moderate reviews from Anons before they're posted, but I will, if it regretably comes down to it... We're all mature enough to handle this formally. So I'm going to adress everybody reading now, not just to get it over with, but to get my point across: I don't want any goddamn flaming or bigotry in the reviews. Making a point is severely different from pointing out a legitimately pointless error, or using a review to instigate or troll (I mean seriously, what are you people, children? If so, what the fuck are you little twats doing here? This is an 'M' rated story! Where the fuck are your parents..?!) You're all better than this... C'mon guys and gals, we can be reasonable about all of this shit... I hope... I don't want to lose my faithful viewers just because of some child bitching and hating on people for no valid reason, and, even if it were valid, take that shit to FaceTime, Twitter, My Space... My point is: Not here, please... We're all just trying to enjoy literature.

Also HUGE thanks to xX-xeXeeD-Xx for the Follow/Favorite treatment. Thumb's up, dick's out.

That aside, I really can't wait to see what I come up with in chapter eight. It's going to be really interesting to fit in all the lose ends I left on this chapter. Also, I'd like to know if Mosasaur should come back in later chapters. I've thought of a few things, but I don't want this story to seem TOO far fetched. I mean, fucking dinosaurs are as far fetched as one can get, but I'd hate it if I somehow went way too far with it, y'know..? Welp, until next time, Ciao.
-Blood Moons