"Hey, girl. You miss me?" Owen asked, standing in his familiar training position Blue knew so well.
She shrieked softly, cocking her head. She jumped down from her vehicle with a snort.
"Easy-hey!" Owen held his arm out, as if he were holding his clicker.
Blue took two steps closer, hissing, paws tucked close to her chest.
"Hey," Owen spoke, trying to seem dominant to his former Beta.
Blue rumbled in irritation. She was her own Alpha now. She had no reason for him to be there. All she wanted was for him to leave her alone. Although she had longed for many years he'd come back, she still felt a nagging sense of anger and annoyance at his sudden presence.
"I brought'cha something." The man gave the dinosaur a gentle smile.
When he raised his other arm, a strip of beef jerky in his hand, Blue crouched down briefly with a shrill squawk.
"Woah, girl!" Owen spoke over her loud noises.
The Velociraptor continued to hiss and snort, her angry breathing becoming quicker, lips twitching, threatening to curl back and display her teeth.
"Here you go...that's right…" Owen gently tossed the strip of beef jerky at the dinosaur.
Boop!
Blue blinked when the tiny piece of food hit her nose before falling to the ground. She looked back at Owen, finally curling her lips back and growling.
Owen gave his head a brief tilt. "...ok."
Blue roared at him, growing agitated. Couldn't he get the message that she didn't want him there?!
Her nostrils flared when she scented another, approaching scent. She couldn't quite make it out, as the scents were jumbled together between earthy cologne, sweet-scented perfume, and ammunition. Whatever the scent was, she couldn't let it distract her from the man in front of her.
"Hey..!" Owen clicked something in his hand. The clicker. He had it all along.
Blue opened her mouth in a shrill shriek before cutting it off with a sharp click. She parted her jaws very slightly, growling.
Owen clicked his clicker again. "You know me." He clicked it twice, as Blue began to circle him. "Eyes on me."
Blue's nostrils flared, as she smelt the familiar scent of his clothing and skin. She chirped, lashing her tail. She sniffed at him again.
"Yeah...yeah...that's right...that's right…" Owen's tone was starting to relax her.
She gave a few little squeaks, tilting her head. She sniffed his outstretched palm, nostrils quivering. She stretched her neck out, her nose brushing his palm.
Zip!
Blue yelped loudly, starting to thrash around, pawing at something stuck in her neck. She rubbed her head against the ground, as Owen, who was knocked to the ground by her tail, scrambled to his feet.
"I told you to wait for my signal!" He yelled, alarmed.
Blue stumbled a tiny bit, letting out a confused screech, as Owen outstretched his arms to the approaching mercenaries that surrounded the two.
"Back your men up right now!" He cried urgently, eyes wide and darting back and forth.
Blue stumbled, gargling from dizziness.
Her blurry vision bypassed Owen, and focused on the muzzle of a gun...a gun that was pointed straight at her.
With an enraged cry, the Velociraptor pounced onto the mercenary, knocking Owen away once again. Her teeth tore through his thick vest, biting deep at his neck and sternum.
Another tranquilizer hit her thigh, causing her to whip her head around with a little yelp before focusing back onto the mercenary below her paws.
Under her belly, the stranger drew his sidearm.
"No! No! Don't shoot her!" A gruff, urgent, voice yelled.
Owen pushed himself up to his hands and knees, eyes wide in horror.
BLAM!
Blue threw her head back in a shrill scream of pain. The pain was excruciating. It was the worst pain she had ever felt in her life. Worse than the injections she was given as an infant to keep her healthy. This shot was the worst shot she had ever had in her life.
She lost her balance, falling over onto her side, blood pooling out from a gushing bullet wound in her hip area. She kicked out a leg, whining in pain, her vision growing blurry.
"Wheatley, you son of a bitch!" Owen growled behind her.
Zip!
There was the sound of a tranquilizer hitting something, before a thump.
"Owen!" A feminine voice yelled the animal behaviorist's name. "What are you doing?! Owen!"
Blue closed her eyes, her breathing hitching in pain. Her body was starting to feel numb. She was losing consciousness. She was too weak to keep her eyes open from the two tranquilizers being fired at her, as well as from the sidearm being shot up at her body.
~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~
Zia Rodriguez grabbed the sidearm used to shoot at the wild animal. She spun around to face Ken Wheatley, the trophy hunter responsible for the expedition to find the dinosaur.
He and his men raised their guns.
"You shoot me," she threatened, "and that animals dies!"
Wheatley chuckled. "I think we have the drop on you, sweetheart."
"She's losing blood!" The paleo-veterinarian protested. "And if I don't treat her...she'll never make it back to camp!"
Wheatley looked back at his teammates. He made a gesture with his hand to signal them to lower their guns.
They lowered their weapons, including Zia.
"How 'bout this: that animal dies, I shoot you," Wheatley threatened, pointing at the stubborn young woman, who simply glared at him, her heart pounding in her ears.
"You're gonna take care of her. Let's move out!" He commanded.
Zia looked back at Blue in worry. She started to approach her before two of Wheatley's troops grabbed her by the shoulders. "Hey! I need to see her wound! She yelled angrily.
Blue groaned tossing her head a tiny bit. She cracked one eye open, as Wheatley slowly lumbered towards her.
"Easy, girl, hey, girl," he taunted coldly.
Blue hissed when he touched her side with his sweaty palm.
He whipped out two, large, pliers and gently forced the animal's mouth open.
With a harsh tug, he ripped a tooth out of Blue's lower jaw, causing her to throw her head back with a painful bark.
He chuckled at her. "You'll feel that in a few hours." He stood up, letting two of his men bind her paws at the wrists and haul her into a cage, which was attached to the back of a truck.
A dusty tarp was strapped down onto her back. She growled a tiny bit, leg twitching, as she faded out of consciousness once again.
~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~
Zia glared at the mercenaries staring at her from across a table, the truck with Blue inside following behind them.
"This isn't a rescue opt, is it?" She sneered, eyes narrowing.
"The boss really needs that raptor," one of the guards spoke. "And you better make sure she lives."
"If you don't pull over this instant and let me go back there and treat her, she's not going to live for much longer," the woman snapped.
"She's tranquilized. She can't feel it," another guard said, rolling his eyes.
The entire ground shook from the volcano's impending eruption.
Wheatley laughed victoriously from the front seat. "I want that bonus, we got the blue one!"
"Bring her to me!" Another man spoke over a phone.
"Where are you taking these animals?" Zia demanded.
"Off the island, just like Dearing wanted," a third guard chuckled darkly. "Now shut up, or we won't think twice about shooting you."
Zia folded her arms over her chest, glowering at the cocky, arrogant, guards in front of her, furious that they had little to no care about the endangered animals. She loved animals. She loved seeing the live dinosaurs, especially the Brachiosaurus that walked right passed them at Main Street, but seeing these men mistreat a poor, injured, animal in front of her made her blood boil. She was so mad...she hated people for animal abuse. Animals didn't deserve the pain and suffering that Blue was going through at that moment.
The paleo-veterinarian flinched when Mt. Sibo's tantrums grew louder and larger, as they sped towards the East Dock, where so many other dinosaurs were being carted off to.
There were no windows inside the back of the van they were in, preventing her from looking around at where they were at. She knew the road was bumpy and rigid, as they kept bouncing along over tree roots and ditches, which Zia knew were not good on Blue's gunshot wound.
She was scared that the dinosaur wouldn't make i to wherever they were taking her. It was nerve-wracking. Truly nerve-wracking.
She just prayed that Blue would survive until they reached the docks.
~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~
The infant Velociraptor squealed, lying on her back, pawing up at her Alpha, who simply smiled, as he rubbed her little belly with a finger.
She cooed, tail beating against the faux nest she was kept in inside Jurassic World's nursery. She and Owen were always alone, but she liked it like that. It was just them, and no one else. That made her happy.
Her toothless jaws clamped around the man's finger, sucking on it, her little paws gripping onto his skin, like a human baby.
Owen chuckled at the tiny dinosaur, who had gotten much bigger since the day she hatched. Blue was growing stronger each day, and it made him proud.
Below, at his feet, was a German shepherd, snoozing under the incubator without a care in the world; Owen's dog, Ren. He was in the care of another caretaker while Owen attended Blue's hatching. He was a retired Navy dog that the animal behaviorist had trained. He was still a young dog, only five, but Owen knew he had to return him to the mainland when Blue got too big. He didn't want his dog being seen as prey by a prehistoric animal.
Blue squealed, toothless jaws biting down on his finger, little claws starting to draw blood.
Owen rubbed her head. "Easy, little one. She's strong, Ren. Like you," he commented, looking down at the dog, who lifted his head to look up at him with chocolate brown eyes.
The former Navy soldier looked up when he heard the sound of the door open.
Ren stood up and barked, head low, ears pricked. He stood next to Owen, who was holding Blue in his arms, who was roughly the size of a premature baby.
A large, rather obese, man arrogantly strolled into the nursery. "Vic Hoskins," he introduced.
"Owen Grady. What do you need, buddy?" Owen asked, raising an eyebrow.
Blue gave a shrill bark, curling her lips back, although it wasn't much of a threatening gesture to the amused man.
He chuckled, stepping closer to the trio. "You got a little insect in your arms, kid?" he taunted, looking down at Blue, who shrank back against Owen.
"This is Blue," Owen introduced.
"First raptor born into the I.B.R.I.S. Project, huh?" he attempted to stretch his hand out to grab the scruff of her neck before she snarled, and scrambled up Owen's arm, hiding against his shoulder. She growled, death talons tapping, rubbing her head against Owen's neck, like a cat.
Owen gently picked her up, and placed her back into her incubator. "She won't let anyone touch her. Only me."
The older man chuckled. "What do you have planned for it?"
"Blue?" Owen seemed a bit surprised he asked such a dumb question. "I'm hired as the raptor trainer, aren't I? I'm gonna train her."
"For military purposes? It'll be perfect for that type of combat, anyway."
Owen raised his eyebrows. "Military usage?"
The other man nodded simply. "Yeah, you heard me. Those animals out on the battlefield..swallowing the enemy, belt buckle and all."
Owen shook his head. "No. Not my raptor. She isn't like a dog"- he gestured to Ren- "or a horse. SHe can't be fully tamed like a domesticated animal. She's too wild for that."
Blue chirped loudly from her incubator, as if she agreed with her caretaker. She glared at the head of InGen security again.
Hoskins stepped back, a bit unnerved at how human-like the little animal seemed to be, heading towards the door to the dimly-lit room. "Just you wait, Owen. That thing is gonna be perfect for war. They all will. Just you wait."
"Don't bet on it," Owen spoke, before the door closed completely.
~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~
The salty sea air stung Blue's nose. She shifted a tiny bit, the restraints and dusty tarp having been removed from her body. She lay on top of a construction vehicle, spread out onto another dusty tarp, the sun beating down on her scales.
Her eyes were squinted shut, as she shifted a tiny bit upon hearing the several roars and rumbles of Mt. Sibo.
She squinted her eyes open very briefly, which darted around aimlessly.
She groaned from pain, foot twitching.
"Hey! Put your weapon down! You've got the barrel pointed right at her head!" Zia screamed in fury, being dragged over towards where Blue was laying.
As the dinosaur started to become aware of where she was, the dull, throbbing, pain of her gunshot wound started to intensify. She was beginning to receive feeling in her limbs, as well as the rest of her body, as she tucked her head closer to her chest. Her one leg was draped over her tail, keeping it close to her body, as well as to keep it out of the way of the humans'.
Several dinosaurs around her were being shoved into crates, or being carted off towards a large ship. One of which included the Tyrannosaurus Rex.
She roared tiredly, clearly tranquilized, as she was carted by helicopter towards a large cargo ship.
Blue shivered, her amber eye looking around weakly. She could see a male Baryonyx being flown over her head, dangling below a large helicopter, as mercenaries avoided his snapping teeth and jaws.
"Hey! Hey, you! You're going to kill those animals," Zia snarled, as Wheatley walked over towards her, holding pliers and a little cloth filled with pulled teeth from several dinosaurs.
"Take her and the raptor to the ship," he commanded.
Zia looked over her shoulder when the animal groaned again, twitching.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" She yelled at a mercenary, who mercilessly strapped a muzzle over the dinosaur's mouth.
She whined shrilly, being lowered into the back of a truck on a stretcher-like table. Two men strapped her down by her shoulders and thigh.
Zia was shoved inside the back of the truck, just as Mt. Sibo shook the entire island.
"Go! Go! Go!" Wheatley yelled. He ran ahead, as the back doors of the van Zia and Blue were inside were slammed shut. He climbed into the passenger's seat of the same van, as another mercenary climbed into the driver's seat.
Dinosaurs were harshly shoved into crates, painfully zapped by cow prods, and tranquilized to keep them calm before they reached their destination.
It was chaos outside the van, as it sped inside the large ship, the Arcadia.
They were going to leave Isla Nublar to its destruction.
~***~yenruoJ s'eulB~***~
Fire, ash, and lava all but covered the tropical island as she approached the dock. She had seen several of her herd being captured and disappear over the trees because of the humans' arrival. She couldn't understand why she hadn't been snatched as well. She had been on the island since 1987. The burning island was her home. It had always been her home.
But as the lava closed in on her, as well as the poisonous ash and embers, she knew this wasn't home anymore.
The Brachiosaurus paused at the edge of the dock, watching the Arcadia sail off.
Sail off without her.
Low moos, and bellows escaped her mouth, as her impending death grew nearer and nearer.
No one seemed to notice, or care, that she was there, as she kept crying, long and loud bellows echoing throughout the entire, dying, island.
That was when the ash covered her. She could barely see. The poisonous fog seeped into her old lungs, as she rose onto her hind legs, her mighty shadow clear against the burning lava and ash, as the volcano erupted behind her.
She gave one, last, devastated bellow before she sank back to her knees, her lungs screaming for fresh air the ash and fire couldn't supply.
She struggled to regain her footing, but she found herself unable to do so, as black spots dotted her vision.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, eyes fluttering shut, as the ash and lava caught up to her.
The Arcadia sailed away from the burning island, fire bombs and smoke all but covering the once lush and green island.
The inhabitants of the island, the ones who were unable to be rescued, either drowned in the sea surrounding the island, or were killed by ash and magma. It was a very devastating thing for most of the crew members to witness: the poor Brachiosaurus, left for dead, on the only home she had ever known.
John Hammond's dream, the Jurassic Park dream, was gone.
A/N: Sorry for that downer of an ending, everyone. But this scene was way too sad and iconic not to add. After all: the Brachiosaurus was the same one form Jurassic Park, the first dinosaur every Jurassic fan had seen.
But don't forget: the park is gone, but Blue lives on. Or will she?
