Claire woke up and reached for Owen. He wasn't there, but in his place was a note saying he was going to go take care of important matters on the island. Claire frowned and pulled out the laptop. She attempted to access the Jurassic World website, but instead got: "Hello Claire." Claire jumped and stared at the screen. Henry Wu. "Remember Hoskins mentioned clones? The one you saw die was one. I'm the real Dr. Wu." He stated calmly, watching her expression through the screen. "We will be coming today. An InGen helicopter will come. But don't worry: All your little pets will be taken care of." Wu said to her like it was a talk about a rather boring, but delicious lunch. She glared and shut the laptop. Then, she realized, she needed Lowery and Leppa. Claire walked up to their door and knocked. No answer. She opened the door, just a bit, to find Leppa kiss Lowery. On the lips. He reacted as if she'd done it before, and then Claire remembered: Yesterday, she'd watched through dazed eyes as Leppa kissed Lowery. She closed the door as fast as her bandaged hands allowed, breathing hard. Claire didn't want to be caught intruding, being caught was a very bad thing to Claire. She knocked as hard as her hands allowed, waiting patiently. Within seconds Leppa answered, looking normal. "InGen. Coming today. I don't know when, but we can't take another attack. Owen's out there, Henry seems ready. He's not dead, that was the clone, get Dilemma, get that hybrid dinosaur, I'll handle the Raptors, and we might be good." Claire gushed, clearly worried for Owen, who was out with no-one and nothing. Lowery had obviously heard, and he now came up behind Leppa. "Let's try, for all it's worth." He said.
Claire could see Owen. She ran to him and hugged him, telling him all about InGen and what'd happened. Then she remembered Leppa, Dillemma, and Sea-Foam's near death. "Change of plans. No dinosaurs." She said to Leppa, who was just getting back in. Lowery got out and nodded. There was waiting, planning, talking, and much anticipation. Leppa looked up, analyzing the angle of the sun, it's height in the sky, the visibility of stars and clouds, and how bright the moon was. "Lowey." She whispered nervously. "Tell them." She took his wrist and looked at him. He willed her for help, asking her with his eyes. She nodded, understanding. "There's something we need to tell you." Leppa choked. "Leppa and I...are...er...in love."
Owen knew Lowery would want to be treated normally. Claire knew it, too. They acted as if the pair had always been that way. Finally, it was visibly night. The night was beautiful, dotted with stars, constellations littering the sky. The tiny sliver of a moon was beginning it's cycle, but Claire's trained eyes could see the darker part. To her, it was full. Always full. No InGen. Still, they sat and waited. Claire got up and rested against a tree, leaning on it with one hand. Then there was a jet, a loud sound. On the side read InGen. There was a shot, a bang, and Claire fell to the ground, side stained red. There was a cry of terror, Owen crying her name, and a strangled noise from Leppa, who clenched Lowery's hand. Owen, started, moved forward and called her name, there was no response, just a bloodied hand as he gingerly touched her side. Only the slight rise and fall, the quick drip of blood, a thin white stream, mingling with tears.
Remember what I said: Claire is key. If she died, you have no idea how serious I'd be. I'd stay in my room and shut myself from everyone. I can't kill her, no, if it were my choice the move would be centered on them alone. But it's not, so here I am, cramming this into my loose, un-obeyed schedule, ready to sleep so tomorrow I can go to LA, typing when nobody watches as I listen to a sad array of music. If you look over my shoulder while I'm typing, or even ask what I'm typing, I'll either snap or say I'm talking to someone. Rudely. When I type It's my own area, a place where you can't touch me. Well, unless you get at a certain topic. Ask about my best friend, you have my attention. Ask more, you drive me away until later. And if you are her and you so as say one word to me, I'll pause, a question I'll answer, a conversation I'll return. If you're reading this, Live, wish me luck in Universal. No time to text you, just time to write this. Only you know just what scares me. Do you hope I don't scare myself on the Jurassic Park ride? Reader, unknown stranger, if you're reading this, It's not the dinosaur animatronics that I fear. It's the ride. A while back, me, my best friend, and my friend went to Knott's Berry Farm. The first ride we went on was the Jaguar. With my fear of heights and in-secureness, I thought I might die. The only thing that kept me from TOTALLY screaming my head off was the fact Live was beside me. By the time we got on the Sierra Sidewinder, I knew I'd hate it. Though it was a 5-10 second ride, 50 at the most, it spins around and practically defies gravity by going not slanted sideways, but totally sideways. When it stopped, I was telling Live I hated her, because reasons. She made meh. Well, that and pressure. Then she wanted to go on the Pacific Scrambler. I trusted her, but maybe not enough. Still, it wasn't a rollercoaster and didn't have heights, so I went on. IT WAS MY FAVORITE RIDE. It jerks you forward and sideways, so Live slammed into me lots, earning me many bruises and a cut on my ankle from the side of the thing you rode in. Still, I loved it. The adrenaline. When we got off, I lost my balance and put my hand where I thought the plastic of the thing you ride in was. Wrong. That, and Live's hand. Embarrassing. Ya. Still, I miss her, off in Oklahoma. I never wanted the day to end, it was too fun. ATTENTION: THE NEXT TWO DAYS I'LL BE OFF, PROBABLY SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF WHEN I GO ON A ROLLERCOASTER AND REGRET IT. I WILL GO TO A MUESUM, THEN I'LL BE IN A HOTEL WITH TWO BEDS, SO I CAN'T TYPE ON MY PHONE. WISH ME LUCK. OH, AND I CAN'T TEXT ANYONE BECAUSE MY CHARGER (BESIDE ME) AND MY PHONE (ALSO BESIDE ME) ARE TOO FAR AND MY PHONE HATES ME WHEN I TEXT PEOPLE. WELP, BYE! ~Shatter