Author's Note: Well Okay, now that the movie is out of the way, now I'm going to get started on the T-Rex egg Luke gets, and well lets say he'll meet grandmother Rex in this, but not realize it.*laughing* I know that for some reason, I feel like I'm losing my touch in this story, so don't be a bit surprised if you see some uncommon words in paragraphs or me switching views sometimes.
Oh as well, I know for a fact everywhere in the world today has some sort of cooler or warmer day then usual, so Isla Sorna is going to have just one day in the Sixty degree range, just this chapter only, and it goes back to hot all year round. I had to have this in place so that Luke gets the egg from a sluggish egg stealer as we all know the Troodon, sneaky bastards too.
I will have the egg hatch this chapter, due to being in the Tyrannosaur nest for a good six months, pending on what the period for an egg to hatch is not relatively known for the T-Rex, so six months is my guess, if I'm wrong sue me, get me the answer as it help when I edit it later on. Personally writing an extra two or three chapters with the egg waiting to be hatched is rather boring for me anyways, I'll explain more at the bottom of this chapter.
Well that's that folks, enjoy the chapter.
Chapter 11 : "An unexpected gift."
It's been about three to four weeks since the survivors left the Isle. During the time, thankfully for the ranger, the time was peaceful, and calm. He welcomed the lack of work to get people off the island alive. The raptor's were also tending to their nests more often then ever. Luke wasn't keen on how the raptor's tended to their young, he wasn't a scientist, more along the lines of survivalist.
He watched the two weeks seemingly drift by, it was awkward in how time flew while on Isla Sorna. The ranger himself was slightly busy when he wasn't hunting with a party of raptors, though their kills were the manly smaller dinosaurs, like the Tronodon, or the pesky compsognathus. Luke scowled annoyed at them, as one of the little bastards bit him in the ankle, when he was slicing their throats for a clean kill. He was limping, when he returned to the nests.
He knew if he didn't put some alcohol patches, and some medical tape on it, it was bond to be infected by a virus. The ranger was not someone who wanted to be sick out in the bush. The thought of being weak was a dinner bell to all carnivores, even the raptors. He wasn't too sure if when the pack was starving would they view him as food. Jean wouldn't he was certain, but he couldn't be too careful, then again it was all skeptical in his mind. So he eased off of those thoughts. They were his only friends, or whatever type of family on the island.
Sighing he went next to Jean's nest, and laid back against a tree, enjoying the warm breeze, he took out his backpack from the covered vehicle in the brush. Closing the door he attracted one of the raptors, a female who walked with him to his surprise as he lay against the tree. Lifting his left pant leg, he saw the good inch sized bite on his foot, the bone that stuck out. "Little bastard." he grumbled as he winced from the movement.
A bite on the ankle of any animal was a blow to the movement, he wouldn't be able to run as fast, more like fast walk, with a slight limp. Also the turning ability to move left to right was also hindered. Luke merely sighed again, as he looked for the patches inside of his bag. He moved around some candy bars, his stomach growled a bit at the sight of Crunch bars. Shaking his head he found the patches. The female raptor was a bit curious in what was in the object the human member of the pack had. Sniffing her snout went head first into the zipped open entrance.
Looking over Luke had one of those weird moments on the island, "You know there's a saying. Curiosity killed the cat. Be thankful you aren't a cat." his voice was full of amusement as the female raptor snorted, he saw Jean in the corner of his vision seemingly eye the other female as if watching her behavior around him. He sneezed as some sort of butterfly fluttered under his nose, the sudden noise caused the female raptor to tumble away from the bag, as she tripped over her own feet.
The female raptor yelped a snarling series, as she fell on her side, this caused the ranger to laugh at loud in sheer amusement. "Well, at least mother nature has a sense of humor." he chuckled at the sight of the raptor being startled by the simplest of things. First Jean with his voice, and now the sneezing, oh man what was next.
The ranger's laughter caused the pack to seemingly calm down even more, as some began to nap, by curling into circles. There was a pair of raptors near every nest, the sun was high in the sky as it was hotter then an average day. So the rest of the day was to lie down, and enjoy the relaxation.
Sighing, Luke began to place the patch onto his wound, dabbing it carefully, he placed it briefly on the exposed flesh, "Ow! Shit it stings." he cursed as he breathed in deeply, and calmly as he could. After a moment he did a few more dabs onto the wound, the smell of alcohol was available to all of the pack as some merely sneezed at the scent. Jean herself growled as she got up, and shook her body of sleep.
Walking over she hovered over the wound on the human's leg, she came to within a inch of it, and began gently in what Luke's mind, blowing onto his wound. It wasn't the first she did this, smiling he reached up, and scratched her neck, gently to thank her for doing that. "Thank you, Jean." softly speaking to the alpha who to which merely leaned into his hand. Sighing days like this was still unimaginable to the outside world for the ranger, no one in the entire world would be able to do this, and survive.
Jean continued to breath her warm breathe onto the wound, as Luke dabbed the bleeding wound again, and the pain was remarkably less, he smiled as his other had was scratching the border of the jaw, and throat of the raptor, she hummed happily as she started to sit against the ranger. Luke was a bit strained to support the weight of the female raptor, her head was underneath his shoulder, as he scratched her skin.
Luke often wondered, should he open a raptor spa, he would make the popularity of raptors increase, he chuckled again as Jean hummed as his fingers worked their magic. The ranger wasn't too gifted at giving massages to others but apparently he had an effect on dinosaurs, who knew. Sighing he found the medical tape, and retracted his other hand from the neck of the humming dinosaur.
Jean merely growled, wanting the feeling of content to come back to her, she shifted her head, to rub the side of the human. She dug her head into his clothed ribs, she wanted her neck relieved, as she never had the length of her arms to get into the irritated skin.
Luke sighed smiling as he felt Jean rub against him like a cat, to which was odd as weren't dinosaurs related to birds? Oh hell he gave up understanding in how dinosaurs acted around human's a long time ago when he first arrived to the island. Placing the white tape, he firmly wrapped it around his leg, two times as the wound wasn't too serious or deep for the matter so two roles of tape would have to do the job. He also needed to conserve the medical supplies if he had a real problem. Like a broken leg, finger, arm or any extremity of his body.
Cutting the tape with his knife, he taped to one side to the other, as the glue held the medical supply. Sighing he still felt the nudges as Jean was getting impatient, smiling he used both hands to gently go up the raptors neck, and scratch at spots were normally a raptor wouldn't be able to reach. The result was the purring, or humming from a very relaxed raptor. Luke noticed the other raptors look up to see their alpha under the fingers of content, he stuffed a laugh as a male came over to his right. The ranger guessed raptor were along the lines of jealously as Jean seemed to hog him in a way.
From there the rest of the three weeks passed, everything was good, there were no hunts attempted on the larger herbivores, thankfully for the ranger as he seemed to guard the nests more often as half the pack went hunting themselves. Luke knew that if the pack caught less and lesser amounts of food they would be starving, so he primarily snacked on his candy bars, or the occasional water bottle he got from the compound when he was able to leave. However the biggest surprises of his time on the Isle would be life changing as soon as the ranger found out.
(Present Time)
I yawned as sleep wore off as my eyes blinked to a misty which was rare in the island, morning. Rolling my neck, I felt it crack with pleasure, man did I hate having a stiff neck in the morning. Beside me was Jean was she slept peacefully on her nest. A male raptor I slept against as he was the latest consumer to my seemingly unofficial dinosaur spa. "Well at least the night was fine." my voice yawned again.
The jungle started up with the occasional call of a bird, the sun was peaking through the mist, it was unnaturally cold, almost comfortable for me though it was a wonder on what the weather would affect the dinosaurs. Some weren't even built to design a sixty degree climate for the matter, so it would be interesting to see some sort of enigma on the island.
A snort resounded from my right as a male raptor shifted uneasily in his sleep, and his tail hit my shoulder. He appeared to be having either a bad dream or just a good old heaven like hunt. Starring me as the bait, think sarcastically, it would be a question of who survived in a hunt. Me or a lone raptor, it would be the most dangerous experience second to the Spinosaurus, though I tried not to think of me verses Jean in a death match.
My breathe came out in wisps as the cold air met my warm air leaving my lungs, as I stood up, stretching my legs. My ankle was healing as I barely had an limp in my walk, sighing my back stretched, my bones cracked with relief as the joints were locked. Looking around the jungle was quieter then usual, though the birds kept at it with their chirping, a headache in the making.
All the raptors were asleep still as the cold weather seemed to get to them, none were showing signs of getting up, hell they seemed to be in a deep sleep from the cooler weather. Now I was starting to get slightly chilled, and the prospect of starting a fire was all too tempting now, if the raptors were like this when normal weather hit, then hell majority of the dinosaurs must've been like this. Shivering, my uniform suddenly felt a bit colder for my liking. Scowling the ranger looked around the nest for some rocks, to create a small fire pit.
Looking around there were some good sized rocks, to which I happily gathered. There were some long oval shaped rocks that could create width, and length when I needed it, and there were tall rocks. In all there was a small pattern of tall, long, tall, long rocks around a good seven foot circle. If it had to be a size, a balanced fire was fine, too small it made no difference, too big, and the amount of wood would just be insane to feed it.
Sighing I now needed fire wood, really dry wood if the mist was some indication of how wet the island was. I guess my knife was to be in play to cut branches, but then again it was a bad idea. If I used my knife, then it decreased my chances of survival, it was always best to use other objects you could find, so another trip to the compound to find kitchen knives would be in order later on when the time was available.
Sighing, looking in the perimeter of the nests, Luke found thick logs he could carry back, but he would need an excellent fire starter, gasoline would be more then plenty, he would need only a palm full if necessary. He placed three thick logs holding up against one another, and then he added the smaller sticks in the gaps. When that was done he went to gather more wood, the more wood he had saved him a trip to the jungle when all the dinosaurs were up.
The location of the fire pit was more inclined to my hidden truck, as I knew that smoke inhalation was bad for dinosaurs, natural wood or not, choking to death was a fucked up way to go. Deciding that I searched also for a good sized stick, so that if I caught meat, I could stick it into the flames to roast it, wonder how Jean likes her meat. Crispy or well done, laughing lightly under breathe. Sighing now was the fun part, gasoline, man's worst or greatest invention, it saved us, but at the cost of the planet. Oh well no harm in using a palm full for the moment.
Going to the hidden SUV, the spare gas container had a guide hose for it to go into the tank, and I needed a slight dip over the wood. The smell of the liquid was sickening to his stomach, as it caused Luke to gag slightly. Apparently In-Gen was too cheap to buy American gas, this was Costa Rican gasoline, if the refinery had something to say about the smell. Man did it make him gag. Sighing to regain composure he dipped the gas for a moment, as a tube full landed in the center of the pit. "Perfect." the ranger said as he put the gas down, far away from the fire.
"Okay, Luke. Just put the lighter into the inferno, and pull back before you burn in hell." saying to myself, though the sarcasm was present in my voice. Wiping my forehead, I pulled a lighter from my bag, as it was a black color. It also had a small lion symbol, probably the manufacturer. Shaking it too see if there was fluid in it, there was, plenty to the relief of my heart beat calming down finally. Pulling my thumb, against the metal igniter, I rolled it back. Several sparks came from my first attempt. Sighing annoyed, again I did it. More sparks, "C'mon you piece of crap." saying tiredly at it.
On the third try, the flame came to life, but it licked over my finger, causing me to yelp slightly. "Ow! Mother fucker that hurt man." speaking painful as my mouth covered my slightly burnt finger. ( Note: anyone hurt by fire has my sympathy as well as my own finger for that matter) Sighing once again I had to calm my head down, as my heart was beating from the pain the flame caused. Going into the timer bundle with in the interior of the logs, the lighter opened the flame as my burnt finger lit it up. The bundle with the gas instantly caught aflame, and the who pit when up in a firing cracking noise.
The gas burned instantly as the wood went dry from the heat, and the fire instantly lost its intensity in a matter of minutes, and it came to regular camp fire. "Yeah, fire baby. Oh fuck yeah." sighing revealed as my hands went to warm themselves. Soon the smell of cooked wood hit my nose, and man was it good to smell some sort of technology, I wondered how the first human's felt about controlling fire, and man did it feel great. My life went up in some ways after all, though how would the pack feel about fire in general.
Jean snorted as she smelt some sort of scent. It caused her to be instantly awake as this was nature's only predator she had a remote clue about. Fire, it was a natural instinct to flee from it, as it caused her to snarl in surprise as she saw a bright orange ball in front of the human remember who was sitting still. He seemed to be happy at the flame in front of him.
Luke saw Jean instantly snap to her feet, as she hissed at the fire, and he merely smiled as he spoke softly to her, "Jean relax. It's just fire, it can be controlled. Just calm down, it won't hurt you, unless you go in it." laughing a bit at the end as Jean walked over to him, shivering slightly, as she came behind him hissing angrily at the fire as it cracked as the flames burned the wood. It would be awhile before more wood was added to it, and fortunately for Luke, he had enough fire wood for the day to last into the night.
Smiling at the raptor behind me, my hands reached out to the neck of the female, as she seemed to press against me, with her eyes watching the fire pit as if it were a Spinosaurus. Gently stroking her snout, my voice was calm, playful, and honest, "Jean calm down. You won't be hurt by it, unless you go into it. Please relax." my hands soon caused Jean to hum a bit pacified though she looked a bit wary. As long the pack didn't freak out about the fire, maybe they would move near it to warm up.
Jean watched as Luke stroked her snout, she knew this danger but he seemed to be at ease around it, she would trust her sight, but remain on her instinct to watch the one thing her kind feared. At least the ancestry of the raptor knew that fire was a dangerous thing to hunt around at least.
I sighed tiredly, as my back was against Jean's side, and leaning against her was no problem for the raptor to support my weight. She merely shifted for a moment before putting her head onto my left thigh, as my hands rubbed her snout, and head comfortably. She hummed in response as the morning was getting brighter. The temperature was rising with the fire's help in the clearing as the raptors all yawned exposing their jaw's, as they seemingly hissed at the smell of smoke, but with their alpha, and their human member not bothered they seemingly got a little closer to the warmth as they woke up from their sleep.
Looking at the raptors walking over, though they were a good six feet away from the fire, they had to warm their bodies, it appeared that if the weather dropped to fifty here, then hell all the dinosaurs were dead. I worried about the eggs, but they seemingly had nights, and days were the adult raptors had their bodies covering the nests. Hopefully none of the eggs would be affected by the cooler air. Every place on earth had a day where it have a weird day, and this was the one time of the year that Isla Sorna had something below seventy degrees.
My eyes drifted around as the raptors seemingly circled the fire he created, it was a shocker to see some of the raptors shift comfortably, as they kicked up dirt, as it was a sign they enjoyed the feeling. Shrugging my eyes wandered to the jungle, I had to watch the nests carefully as the adults were trying to get up, though deep sleep was along the lines. Hopefully there wouldn't be something too active during this weather. A shuffle among the bushes to my right caused my rifle to shoot up quickly.
A few bushes, and under laying ferns moved a bit too quickly for my liking, as I looked over the clearing. Whatever was on the perimeter of the nests, it was coming closer, and stalking the nests. Jean merely blinked, and sniffed as she shook her head, trying to get up quicker, as she saw Luke rise to his feet.
My eyes were on full alert as something was moving, I didn't know what it was, but it was quick. Glancing to my left, and right, there was some small growling, and squawks, I had a feeling it was going to be something I've seen. The brush near another raptors nest, that closest to the forest shifted, as a small head poked out, and it made me groan annoyed. "A Troodon? Oh hell no." the blue bastard was sneaking its way to a nest, not on my watch. Aiming my rifle, the Troodon plucked an egg out of the nest! Two shots cracked apart the silence in the forest, as it bolted with me right behind it.
Snarling, my teeth were clenched, as the rage of an egg stealer was burning in me again, this little shit was going to be either shot or stabbed when I caught him. Panting the Troodon screeched in fear as the ranger tore after him, jumping over logs, and drifting among the ferns trying to keep the human pursuing it confused. Sadly the ranger was not in the best mood to give up lightly.
My legs burned as the injury on my ankle flared up, logically I had to stop, but I wouldn't. Having an egg taken on my watch was not going to happen, having another grieving raptor like Jean was not a sight I wanted to see again. The carnivore kept running quickly, but in this cool weather it had to slow down eventually, so my legs kept up the pace of chasing this little monster through the bush.
Grunting, a branch hit the left side of my face, scraping it violently, as I felt some moist feeling going down my cheek to my jaw. I wasn't stupid, it was blood, hopefully the cut wasn't to deep into my cheek, as a resounding snarling in front of me, somehow after running for who knows how long, there was a series of trees, and overgrown roots blocking the Troodon's escape, he was too big to get under the trees, and something startled the ranger as Luke saw not one but two eggs on its person.
The smaller raptor egg was in its mouth, though it now dropped it, as it growled at me. The other egg was huge, if there was a word to describe it. It had to be half the size of a loath of bread minimal.( Note: This is the estimated size of T-Rex eggs.) The egg thief was having a hard time in handling the load as it strained to carry it, while at the least in this cooler weather.
The dinosaur was a good two and a half meters tall, two meters long, so he had the advantage of height over me, though weight, he had that too. At least I had the hunting knife, and the rifle, though would he stay still for the shot? It was not likely the Troodon would, so carefully placing my gun down, on the side of me. Breathing in my body was tensing up, ready for what I was about to do, my hunting knife came out of my sheath on my leg hostler. The blade glistened as the sun came across its plating in the mist. My eyes were focused on the egg stealer as he moved to my right, and I went to my left.
We circled each other, my eyes never flinched when he hissed or growled at me, the Troodon didn't stray to far away from his meals, he wanted me either dead or driven off. A trapped dinosaur, a carnivore trapped in a corner was not a wise decision, though I questioned whenever was there a time I didn't have a smart decision." Lets go jackass." saying to him in an angry tone, as my knife came to chest, the blade pointed at the dinosaur as he hissed at my voice's sound.
The Troodon lunged forward as my foot inched closer to him, he screeched as he charged at me, exposing his semi-sharp teeth. Instinctively my free arm defended against the teeth, as it ripped into my sleeve, gasping, my legs entangled the carnivore's own, as we fell into a pile of claws, knives, cursing, and screeching.
"Shit, this guy is strong!" my mental voice came out, as my legs tried to get over the Troodon's back, but the trashing dinosaur was kicking at my legs, and stomach, as it claws caused me to hiss out in pain. I felt my clothes being ripped by the troodon as I was able to get an arm around his long neck. He screeched as my arm held his held underneath my shoulder. I would snap his neck if it killed me or pissed me off enough. With an idea, my legs wrapped around the torso of the dinosaur, as my muscles began to squeeze him, just like a python from Africa.
The troodon was hissing angrily as he bit, scratched, and basically clawed at the human that pinned it. Its chest was rapidly clenching from the pressure, it suddenly let out an raging roar as it bit down hard on the arm of the human.
"OW! FUCK!" my left forearm was in the jaws of the damned lizard! My right hand held the knife, as I tried violently shaking the jaws off my arm that held his neck, and had the dozens of jagged teeth thrashing my skin, and muscle around. Gasping my rage came over to a boil, as my adrenaline in my body kicked in, as the tail of the dinosaur slapped against my back, hard as well. Pointing the knife downwards, it plunged into the chest of the dinosaur as I heard the tearing of flesh along with flow of blood pouring onto his jacket.
My stabs were frantic as my muscle was being torn to bits under the jaws, and my voice was shouting." Get! Off! My! Fucking! Arm!" my voiced echoed into the quiet jungle as the sound of our fight was echoing all around the clearing. It even woke something up, and that something was coming towards the two oblivious combatants.
Snarling, my knife in a fury kept stabbing the chest, arms, and shoulders of the troodon, as blood leaked behind us, both mine, and his. He was on top of me, as my knife slashed his neck, as blood leaked onto my face, as the rolling contested was going back, and forth. My ear hit the ground as something vibrated to make me open my eyes in fear.
Thump…
Thump…
Two giant footsteps were coming in my direction, sweating I looked over to see any upside down pair of eggs, gritting my teeth, the foot steps were getting closer, and more intense as it meant one thing to me. Either Death or a curious herbivore, and I dear god hoped for the second one to be true. But something of past experiences of foot impacts made me think one thing, a sail. One big nasty spinosaurus coming to investigate the blood, and noises. Not so great in my mind!
Now scared Luke desperately stabbed at the egg stealer as its jaws were locked around his arm still. He punched at its head, shoulders, anywhere to make release his arm.
Thump…
The foot tremors were getting really close now, a little too close, as the ranger finally yelled, "Let go of me!" he stabbed the Troodon in one of its eyes, as it shrieked in pain, as it let go of the rangers arm, rushing the he got his rifle over his shoulder, and ran to where the raptor egg was, and put it in his pocket, he had a chest pocket, and it would fit for know. He also grabbed the larger egg, and darted into the bushes near one of the overgrown trees.
Panting, I winced as the pain racked through my arm, looking briefly the wound had exposed my muscle underneath my forearm, and my hand ached from moving it, so possibly a joint fracture or bone for the matter. I was screwed either way, I needed medical attention, to which was at the SUV, and add to the fact probably a Spinosaurus was coming to within ten feet of him, again. Sighing deeply I looked to the sky, underneath from the brushes. The sun shimmered through the canopy to me.
"What did I do huh! What fucked up curse is on me eh?" whispering vehemently at seemingly nothing, oh the isolation was getting to me now, oh why the hell was this happening to me. The egg in my hands nudged for a moment to my surprise, and shock "What the fuck?". A loud roar made me think away as the roar was familiar, hell it was too familiar. The sound was just in the next set of trees!
Thump…
The trees to the left parted, as a deep breathing came from an animal I had to blink to see if it was truly there. "Well I'll be damned." I whispered shocked.
A massive Tyrannosaurus Rex, way larger, and heavier then the one the Spinosaur killed off a month or so back. Hell judging from the roar( think of the second T-Rex in the Lost World, where Rollin shoots the lone Adult. Watch the movie.) it had to be female, a mature one to be in fact. Oh my heart just felt thankful that something possibly could take on the other massive nightmare that stalked these woods. If there was one dinosaur I could stay with, it was this species, smart, easy to fool, and rather majestic in a predatory sense anyways.
The female spotted the half blinded screeching Troodon, as it thrashed around, the female was rather sleepy to Luke's sight if the loss of blood didn't affect him. The T-Rex's head was down further then it should've been, as it's eyes were half lidded, it seemed hungry drove the big girl here, her tail went from side to side slowly, clearly all classes of dinosaur were affected by the cooler then normal weather, well good for him in a way.
Rumbling the female lunged at the pinned free meal in front of her, as her jaws clamped down on the smaller animals body, a sickening crack was heard as the spine of the smaller prey was spilt in two. Luke winced as the Tyrannosaur swung her massive head back, and forth. Blood poured from the wounds, and leaked onto the ground. Luke gagged slightly as the breathe of the T-Rex was making him about to purge his stomach. "Seriously get a breathe mint woman." whispering lowly with my bad hand clenching my nose.
The massive predator looked down in his location! I had to punch myself mentally as Tyrannosaur's did have good hearing, oh why the fuck did he not remember this now! The female pondered in what the strange sound was, she was fully awake, as she rumbled, and walked off into the jungle, leaving a partly relieved, and scared human ranger with two eggs.
I felt my body relax, as a deep breathe came from my lips, as the jungle seemingly went quiet again. "Man. What a wake up call." as my legs got me on my two feet. This was an active morning, I thought annoyed, as blood dripped from my wrists, and forearm. I had to get back to the nest, and return the raptor egg, however the other I had no clue in what the hell it was? What species lay in it, and what should I do with it?
Sighing, a cough came from my frame, as I made my way back, slowly to the raptor's nests. Making my way through some bushes, a raptor came in front of my face, causing me to jump, "SHIT!" my voice yelped as I fell backwards into a log, as it braced my fall, I was facing upward with my two legs hanging on the log. Jean looked over the log curious in why the human was on the ground, as I groaned, "Don't do that again please." getting up, the raptor chirped at me, as she saw my wounds. Probably asking if my arm was hurt badly. Looking at the female I merely sighed, "Nothing too bad. A few alcohol patches, and some medical tape would do." hopefully, I added lamely.
Sighing again, my legs shook in exhaustion, opening my chest pocket, I got the egg as Jean merely sniffed at it, before nudging my face, probably a thank you from the rest of the pack, as another female appeared behind her. It was the mother of the nest, smiling I gently gave her the egg, with my palm open, she took it from my hand with her mouth. The female raptor crooned gently as a thank as well. "Your Welcome." my answer to her was smooth, and honest. Jean stood with me, as the other female left for the nest.
The ranger coughed violently, as his body shook from the early morning adrenaline, walking slowly, he had an arm around Jean, as both made their way back over to the nests, slowly maneuvering over logs, or around fallen debris. Putting his hand through his hair, Luke was tired, which was funny as he just woke up about an hour ago. Still another problem hit him home, what was the reason for the other egg. The young ranger wasn't too keen on keeping an egg warm in this environment, hell what type of egg was it? Was it newly born, or had been in a nest for days, weeks, or months. Hell was there a mother? He wasn't in the mood for a rampaging mother looking for her clutch. He wasn't in the right mind to be a parent, wanting or not to be.
"I hope theirs no custody issues for who claims the child." my voice was tired, as the nest came into sight, the smell of burning wood made my day again, as if the raptors were wary of fire, maybe other dinosaurs would be wary when hunting or feeding in the raptor's territory as most herbivores were never in the dense forest region of the island, hopefully.
Sitting on a rock near the fire, I felt the revealing heat warm my body. The logs were burning a clear orange, yellow mix. A good sign saying the fire was burning perfectly. I had to sigh, as the egg was in front of my thighs near the warming fire, if the mother wasn't tracking it, then well, why not hatch it. Better be alive then dead in the cold, was my thoughts on the fate of this mystery egg, a rather big egg. However my arm, was flaring up, and sighing, my jacket went around the egg, as I unzipped the overcoat, and wrapped it around the egg, next to the fire.
Frowning a bit, I knew that wasn't enough for the egg, but my arm needed attention before I could anything for the egg at all. Getting my bag, my bad arm was cradled to my chest, as my good arms pulled more of the alcohol patches, hell it would sting with the variety of wounds my wrist, and forearm suffered. Wincing at the pain, I just flat on put the patches over the wounds, there was little time for dabs like a smaller wound, so the stinging, searing pain would have to be fought with a bit of will power.
Jean came over as she smelled alcohol again, she could see the human member grimacing as the pain shot through his body. Sitting behind him, the young human leaned back into her side, as he spoke, "Thank you Jean." She sneezed as the white red patches were tossed into the fire, that scent always made her sneeze violently. "Bless you." he spoke chuckling a bit.
I laughed a bit as the patches went into the fire, it caused Jean to sneeze multiple times, as the wetness hit my shoulder, apparently she was rather angry with it as she growled slightly at the sight of the patches. Sighing the white medical tape went around my whole forearm about three times, if the tape were wrapped less pathogens would have a field day in my blood stream. The remainder of the roll of tape went around my cut on my thigh, as a precaution if things got worse for me. Sighing tiredly the empty roll of tape had a small cardboard center to which went to the fire as well.
"Well at least the fire wood isn't going to run out. Now about junior over there." speaking curiously about the egg that was wrapped in my cotton jacket, as it kept me a bit too warm but my body was used to it.
I knew for a fact that eggs were surrounded by compacted dirt or dry grass as the nests of difference species varied, though the Spinosaurus was a completely unknown territory. Thinking back there was a show called "Survivorman"( Actual show, watch it, as its incredible Les Stroud is the modern day Survivalist.) that showed me a technique that involved heated rocks, that warmed up your body when in a cave or to boil it to put it underneath the bed you had.
Pondering my eyes drifted to dry grass in the area, with the moss, ferns, and leaves, an idea hit me as my legs carried me to the truck. Popping open the back trunk as it hit the low lying ferns from the trees, there was two containers that I got from the compound to boil water in, to which there was a small stream nearby. Grabbing the large white container it was the size of small trash can near an office desk, it would fit about a dozen good size rocks into it. Also I grabbed two poles that were already in the trunk, they about four feet high, and had indents as they held sticks which were tied to over hanging objects, a perfect way to live in the wild. Man Les Stroud would consider this heaven if he were filming here. Laughing quietly I went to work on building my idea.
Sighing my right arm slowly lifted the first iron black pole, and slammed it into the softest spot on the right side of the fire, it took a few twisting motions, but it finally sunk into the ground. I repeated the other process on the other side of the fire as well. Walking to the other supplies, I threw a good size stick into the fire. Sighing both arms slowly brought up a long stick from the pile, and carefully slid it over the flames. It would work.
Grabbing the container by its metal cylinder grip, I carried it to the water, which was beyond the trees a bit, and careful placed it into the water. Filling the water about halfway I went back to the fire, and went to gather objects for an egg to create a semi normal nest, pending if my memory was correct on an average nest. Never the less it would be crude in theory.
"Okay there is the water, now to find some rocks. Oh joy I love being a parent." my sarcastic voice made a male raptor seemingly snort at me, as the pack was either sitting, laying or sleeping near the fire. It seemed if I was around the pack was different from the other dinosaurs, like they were able to understand humans. I mean if it was possible then thank In-Gen for the smartass dinosaur types, god forbid if one started to talk to me, I would be sent into a mental Asylum.
Making my way to the river or stream, there were some first sized rocks that I picked up, and cradled with my uninjured hand as the wounded arm would be a bad risk to use too much. It made survival so much fucking harder to use one arm majority of the time. Panting the rocks splashed into the container. Wiping away the sweat on my forehead, I had to seemingly pull the stick off the fire, and then placed it under the metal hand, then lift the heavy load over the fire, which could fall into the fire to cause it to be put out.
Grunting annoyed as my forearm flared up from the weight, the container or bucket was over the flames, which were a good eight inches away from it, so the water would be boiling a matter of hours.
Not wanting to waste time, the ranger slowly gathered the sticks, moss, ferns, and other such things, to build a nest. Though Luke was a bit apprehensive about creating a nest for a dinosaur egg that he had virtually no way of knowing of what kind of species, as the type of nest was needed to hatch it. He still had to try anyways, as it kept him focused, and provided him with a decent challenge.
Gritting his teeth Luke slowly lifted the sticks he gathered, and made a square with the sticks that was roughly a bit larger then the egg itself. He added the dry moss, and ferns to make the wild plants seemingly engulf the center of the square, he would place the rocks near the egg or just on the sides of it so the heat could be transferred to the egg itself.
Slowly waiting, the ranger started to move the egg into the center of the makeshift nest he made, with his jacket surrounding the shell, and the whole nest completely covering it as the width of the nest was small but the height was pretty large. Though Luke nearly dropped the egg as it shook a bit at the movement he made, "Please don't let it hatch." he whispered as the odds of him raising a hatchling in his current condition wouldn't pleasant, he would be able too though it would cost him time, and increase his chances of being killed if he was forced to hunt larger herbivores or god forbid carnivores.
(Oh the irony of being parent is the hardest challenge in life, as its tough Luke deal with it.)
The ranger waited for an hour or two as he could see the water steaming upwards, a sign that the water was near boiling point, then another problem Luke came across. How was he able to lift the super heated rocks? With his bare hands, oh hell no the ranger thought a bit annoyed. He would dump the water away from the other raptors or his makeshift nest, but what could he use to grab the granite within the plastic container.
He had on fingerless gloves, so he needed something to cover his fingers, and he looked over to see the two spare rolls of medical tape that caused him grin, he would wrap the fingers individually with same amounts of the tape, and then place them in the moss near the egg. It would fine as the tape was rather water proof, and heat would be a mild factor when lifting them, the ranger got to work, and wrapped his fingers with the tape, a bit uncomfortable but he would manage as the water boiled.
Sighing deeply the ranger lifted the water from the fire, as he slowly brought near to the far right of him, away from the semi sleeping raptors as the sun was warming the island up, "Thank god." Luke added mentally. Dumping the water over the hissing as it hit the ground was more then enough to make Jean merely glance at the hot water before snorting, and tried to get up though she managed to briefly stand before falling onto her haunches exhausted. The sun would have to warm her body up quicker.
Placing the stones into the moss, they were put within an inch or so without the rocks actually touching the shell of the egg as it would likely be hurt if placed near a heated source like that. Placing the moss over the rocks, Luke felt satisfied that the egg would be fine. Yawning he felt exhausted, and with the raptor behind him, his back was pressed against the softer skinned Jane then the ground, so he laid back, while watching the flames, letting his eyes slowly close. It must've been a few hours before Luke woke up again, as he yawned to see Jean awake though she appeared to finally be up, though a bit stiff as she sniffed him.
The Raptor was rather surprised to see the human member asleep near her side, as she watched him merely gently breathe in and out. She looked over to see his hatchling, as the scent of him was all over it, shaking. Jean knew the young hatchling was about to hatch into the world, so she gently nudged the human, and sniffed at him to make sure the scent was accurate.
I felt myself stretch, the muscles in my back seemingly cracked with my bones. Sighing my eyes were a bit closed as the sun was practically at its peak of the day, apparently he napped till the morning. Looking over a series of hums caught his attention as the raptors were all looking over to his left. I looked over to see the egg moving!
The egg which was the size of bread loathe, was shaking, and moving left to right. I felt my heart stop, as the egg that the Troodon had was hatching! "Oh hell no, please not now!" my voice was concerned what if the species were a herbivore? Would the pack kill it when the baby was older, it would be increasingly impossible to raise a herbivore in a carnivore's world. Gulping nervously Jean nudged me over to my nest of sorts, as she stood up watching over my seemingly myself as I sat stunned to see the raptor apparently anxious? I gave up trying to understand raptor body languages weeks ago.
The ranger then remembered something that John told him once when he was on first island, he would always be excited about welcoming a new dinosaur to the modern century, and with him being the first to see it. Oh what a ironic time to remember that, my thoughts were annoyed as I sat near the egg as it shook violently.
Sighing my face finally visibly calmed down, as I leaned forward to within a foot of the egg, as my voice encouraged it, "C'mon. C'mon little one." my tone was gentle, and in what I tried to be a fatherly type of tone. The egg started to crack at the top, as it appeared the hatchling heard my voice. It tried to break the top of the egg. Smiling I watched a bit fascinated that there was something about new life entering the world. Hammond was always so happy and believed it to be one of natures finest moments. The birth of life. Sighing again a bit amused, my voice went out again. "C'mon little one. Its alright, push. " I laughed as the top of the egg came off, with a small black tip of the nose of the hatchling.
I chuckled as my fingers gently lifted the broken outer shell, as a layer of red was underneath it, as expected. It felt warm as the wet membrane came pealing off from the inner depth of the egg. I could smell some type of blood, as steam came out of the egg. My jacket would be a good thing to get warmed up in, as my jacket covered me again.
Just then a little squeak came from the egg, as the opening revealed a semi covered black ,reddish head, to which to my relief it wasn't a herbivore that I could place. It wasn't an Edmontosaurus, a sauropod, or a horned type of herbivore that I could place. So what type of carnivore was the question racking in my head now, as this was pretty dangerous to raise as of now. How would it react to a human?
The feeble growls, and squeaks came from the hatching as it tilted the egg over, it looked so pathetic, that it made me laugh out of sheer comedy, it looked so cute in a way as the hatchling struggled to get out of its shell of birth. "Well I guess the kid needs some help." speaking quietly to Jean or seemingly anything at the moment, as my fingers gently tore down the shell, though before placing it upwards again.
More of the red membrane poured out of the shell, making a small river of nutrients, blood, and other such things come out. The raptors all were now fully awake to see the next generation of the human member, they were rather curious at what offspring their human member was having. (I recommend that human dino cross breeding is a troublesome thing to do.)
Jean leaned over the nest, to see the hatchling struggle to its feet, as she sniffed at the hatchling, she snarled unexpectedly at it causing all around her to flinch as she jumped back, hissing dangerously at the small baby. Luke watched this with concern as he wondered what the hell was wrong with the alpha female, he came around to see a small hatchling stare at him, it made Luke gasp a bit surprised as he bent over to lift the small confused dinosaur.
I felt the world stop spinning, my heart rate stopped another two or three beats. The hatchling was about a foot long, and stood about eight to nine inches high. The body was a darkish green, borderline black color. It had yellow golden eyes, as it seemingly squeaked at me excitedly before rubbing its head into my chest, apparently thinking that I was its mother, or father pending on the view of it.
The tail was about a third of its body length, as the legs of the hatchling was powerfully built. Though the one thing that made me nearly drop the baby onto the ground was a pair of small arms seemingly with three blunt fingers on it. In my hand was one of the top apex predators on the island. It was a Tyrannosaurus Rex. "Holy Shit." my voice was shocked as the T-Rex rubbed underneath my palm like a cat, before squeaking at me, as it appeared to be either hungry or was starving for attention. Likely both if my mind had some rational thought left in it.
The other pack members all smelt the Tyrannosaur scent, and were either hissing at the hatchling or crouching as if ready to pounce on the little infant Tyrannosaur. Luke noticed this, and grabbed his rifle with his good arm, and held the infant in his bad arm as it dug its head into his chest pocket as if curious about its parent.
I felt the fear of the raptors as they were glaring in what appeared to me at the infant in my grip, Jean was hissing a bit wary as she nudged my good arm, she eyed at the infant inches away from her. The infant squeaked fearfully before plunging its head onto its parent's jacket, as its skull was covered from the outside world.
Calmingly my voice reached to Jean, "Jean calm down. Please its alright, the infant won't hurt you, I'll guarantee it. Please its just an infant, its not a threat to you." my rifle was held between my shoulder, and ribs as the hand rubbed the alpha female's snout. He did his best as the pitiful growling in the raptor's throat was dropping into a humming. He did truly have a way with raptors as he said again, "Calm down Jean. I promise that this young one won't be a threat to you." for the first couple of years at most, was an added mental thought.
I looked her right in the eye, as my eyes locked with hers. The pleading was the thing the raptor saw in the human's eyes, before she seemingly contently hummed, before rubbing the side of his face, as he scratched her neck gently. Thought the other pack members were not so quite pacified as Luke looked at them, a male stepped forward hissing. For the first time Luke fired his rifle at the feet of the pack, two shots rang out as they hit the floor of the forest, before ricocheting into the jungle it caused all of the pack to flinch, and jump back.
"That's enough. You will not kill this infant, Tyrannosaur or not, I'll raise him as its parent." the eyes of the ranger were glaring into the raptors, it was a warning as the pack well knew, the alpha female chirped a few times, while making a few other sounds that caused the raptors to back down. They trusted their leader, as well as the human member. So they stood down, and walked over to their own clutch before resting on top of them. Jean looked at Luke before walking over to her nest, and settling on top of them, gently of course.
Sighing in relief my body was about seven feet away from the fire, before the infant T-Rex came out of my jacket, apparently curious about the glowing orange colors in front of it. Placing the hatchling down, the young dinosaur was curious before coming within a few feet of the fire before the ranger yanked him away before sticking his snout into the fire.
Giving a few angry growls at its parent, Luke smiled before wiggling his fingers in front of the infant before it squeaked excitedly, as it snapped at the dancing fingers. Its eyes were locked happily at the game it was playing supposedly at the tips. Luke looked away for a few moments before wondering, how the hell was he going to raise a potential fifty to sixty foot apex predator? Sighing other things like food, water, its bathroom were major problems in the early stages of life, but then more just came after that.
What could he do? The ranger then yelped a second before he lifted his hand a bit annoyed at himself as the infant Tyrannosaur was currently holding on to his right index finger, he lifted the dinosaur as it shook its head like a dog causing him to speak a bit pissed at the infant. "Why you little bastard!"
End of Chapter XI.
Author's Note: I just had to add that last part into this chapter the annoyed bastard. Oh I'm just going to love screwing with Luke on being a parent as I did not want to jus right two or three pointless chapters in where the egg becomes a fading prospect I know for a fact that if the egg was mature it would present challenges as this story is about that for the ranger, and this is just one more he's dealing with.
Now I'm going on a little list of names for the infant Tyrannosaur, as for a male I might just put as "Rex" or "Ty" as its obvious from the its species name, or if I decide it to be a girl, then I want names for if you people want it, so that's up for grabs, tell me in your reviews during my time till the next chapter where Luke goes on a hunt about a few weeks later after his wounds are enough for him to hunt as he has a another mouth to feed.
Please not that all the majority of Luke creating a fire was based off of Survivorman to which is the like the best show to learn if you find yourself stranded in a jungle, mountain, desert, sea, island, you name Les Stroud as either done it or is planning to do so, he is better then that show Man vs Wild, Bear has a crew while Les films everything himself, so he's the go to guy about Survival. So if you can't picture some of what the ranger does watch the show as its very good, as well the man does to survive is no laughing matter either.
For the raptor pack, there not going to just be all lovey like to a T-Rex, there going to be scared, nervous, and flipping at the sight of the infant so I don't want any smart ass remarks about their reaction to the hatchling, so please I try to think this as logically as possible.
One thing is certain as well, soon I will be ending this story in about four chapters or so as I want to get back to AVP, which is quite the hit, though I'm certain based on the popularity of this story people will want a sequel as theirs an idea at the bottom of this, before that I'll add a surprise to this story with Hammond's gifts to Luke, the other female survivor, or I might just add her with Hammond's gift, maybe maybe not pending on you for that don't matter to me. I'll also add in another hunt where Luke will nearly get killed, the revenge of the Tyrannosaurus, as for the last chapter let it be a romantic scene where Luke and the survivor develop a bond, or just plain old like each other, so so far this is potentially planned let me now what you think of it.
Also take note that this took 20+ pages to write out, so I was not slacking in any way for this chapter. I have a few more planned for the story before I end it, or just think about a sequel if people actually want that to happen. If it does then I put in Bio-Syn(Sin) to take dino's to the mainland, and Luke follows. Prepare America the jungle is coming to you either potential this fall or next Spring. (If you want it, express interest to it.)
Now who said that review about the T-Rex becoming a large pillow? I'll look you up when the infant becomes large as Luke, as from the second movie the infant was roughly a couple of weeks old, so be prepared for the little bastard to grow quickly, when the size is slightly above Luke I'll tone the growth rate down a bit as it takes about I don't know exactly seven to ten years for the Tyrannosaur to split from its parent.( PM me the best estimated age for the off spring to wander alone, unless you people want the thing to stay around till adulthood.)