Welcome to Jurassic World - Part 9
They ran.
Again.
Leaving the roaring dinosaur behind them in the remnants of the old visitors center. It had been so close. She had been able to hear the massive beast tasting the air, feel its hissing rumbles rattle through her own chest. She could smell its breath, feel the increase in temperature in the surrounding air for a moment.
She was sure they were going to die. Right there, with Owen looking at her, his eyes as wide as her, a finger pressed to his lips in a 'shushing' gesture, their backs pressed against the grill of the ancient jeep.
They had been too lucky back at the enclosure. It was bound to catch up with them sooner or later.
And that was going to be the moment.
She had been sure of it. Then she had heard it step away. Silence.
She had exchanged a relieved glance with Owen and they had both just breathed a sigh of relief when the massive head of the animal and broken through the garage roof. Her eyes had focused in on the teeth. Sharp and deadly and more than capable of tearing a person into pieces…
They got away though. And then were still running.
Owen grabbed hold of her hand as they cleared the steps, dragging her in the correct direction, the dinosaur screaming behind them.
They had to let Claire know what was happening.
Tim slowed to a jog, following Owen's example, and panted into the phone she was holding to her ear. The humidity lay heavy on her, making her breathing noticeably labored for the first time since this crazy day had started. Some vacation this was turning out to be.
She hated tropical islands!
"Hello, Owen," the panic strained voice shot through the speaker.
"Claire, it's Tim we-"
"Tim. Where are you? Have you found them?"
"Claire, its fine," Tim breathed, dragging a thick lung full of air into her body. It felt like soup. OK, she really needed to just get her breathing under control.
Stupid island. Stupid dinosaurs.
"They are on their way back to the park in a jeep. But listen, the Indominus is - "
"I know, we are tracking it from the old Park,"
What is it with this woman and not letting her finish her sentences.
Forcing herself to just stand for a moment she closed her eyes and took the full, deep breaths she needed to, and for the first time she noticed the sound of blades cutting through the air.
A helicopter?
Tim threw herself onto the ground, curling up as she felt the rush of air brush at her back as the pterodactyl pulled up from its attempt to grab her.
She felt Owen's hand resting between her shoulder blades, keeping her down on the ground for longer than she would have stayed if left to her own devices.
Finally the pressure on her back lessened and she felt him run his hand down her back and along her shoulders, following the bones and pressing in strategic places.
"Are you OK?" he was asking her, his hand sliding down her spine, "They didn't get you did they?"
She clambered to her knees, one hand on each thigh as she let out a gush of air, Owen hand now resting on the back of her neck.
"I'm fine,"
She looked him up and down, trying to spot any potential injuries he may be suffering from.
Adrenaline could cover a multitude of breaks after all.
"What about you?"
He answered her with a smile and stood up in one smooth movement and grasped hold of her hand to drag her to her feet.
She nearly flew from the ground with the force of his tug.
"I'm perfect," he smiled at her.
Tim rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"You wish,"
He chuckled and still holding her hand pulled her after him.
The joined up with the main road within five minutes to be greeted with panicking park staff. Owen wasted no time in commandeering an abandoned quad bike. Tim had hardly clambered on behind him when he took of, the wheels spinning momentarily before they found traction and they zipped away from the pandemonium.
Chaos.
Tim allowed herself a split second of shock and horror as she watched the giant winged dinosaurs - some as big as a person - swooping down from the sky and plucking visitors from the main street, more often than not to drop them again…from a great height.
"Stay behind me," Owen told her as he plucked a dart gun from a passing member of security.
Yeah, like that was going to happen.
Claire had called during the ride to tell them that the boys had been spotted at the very gate they had come in at. They couldn't be far away. She just hoped they had been smart enough to find cover somewhere.
She followed behind the security team as they lifted their weapons and began to shoot. She couldn't make out anything in the sea of panicked holiday goers and looked about for something to stand on. She needed to be taller than the chaotic crowd. Her desperate gaze landed on an abandoned lunch table and without thought she ran at it, ignoring the drinks and burgers she sent flying as she stood tall on the table.
She spun about. Looking down for a moment at the security team and Owen as they concentrated on firing at the ancient creatures, an island of calm in a sea of panic.
How was she supposed to see anyone in this mess?
She started to shout their names.
They had found them.
The boys by some miracle had heard her screaming their names over the crowd. She had spotted them in the crowd easily when they had paused in confusion, trying to figure out who she was.
Tim didn't know if they would have run to her if they had been left to their own devices but the decision had been taken out of their hands when a pterodactyl had spotted them and swooped down from the sky, gliding towards them with deadly purpose.
The boys had started to run for her and Tim's panic subsided slightly when she spotted the dart and saw the animal waver slightly. Of course the direction didn't change and once again her heart shot to her throat as the massive animal crashed to the ground, continuing forward, knocking people and chairs out of the way as it slid on, its beaked still aimed at the boys with deadly precision. And then the forward momentum thankfully stopped as it froze not even an inch from one of the boys.
Feeling sick and wobbly with relief Tim had looked down smiling weakly, only for her smile to fade entirely.
It took a moment for her mind to catch up with the scene that met her gaze.
Owen was flat on his back, wrestling with one of the dinosaurs, struggling to keep its snapping jaws from his face and throat.
The shock over she moved, jumping down from the table and searching the ground for something she could use.
The dart gun.
She picked it up, aimed and fired.
Maybe four (or was it five) darts was a bit much but it worked wonders for her tension. Feeling the weight of the weapon in her hands made her feel in control. Even if it was only for a moment.
She dropped the dart gun when Owen rolled the animal of him and she held out her hand to help him up.
And then, just like that, he was in his feet and kissing her, his hand sliding about her waist and pulling her close.
Hardly the appropriate time a part of her mind screamed.
But damn, could the man kiss!
Hi everyone.
How are you all? I am so terribly sorry for the delay with this chapter (and well…all my updates if you read more than one of my stories). Life has been quite difficult and unpredictable of late and I am afraid that my stories have once again had to be placed on the back-burner.
I hope that it won't be so long between updates now but I can't make any promises.
Take care everyone! :)
