PROLOGUE:
THE FOG OF THE PARASAIL Based from the movie Jurassic Park 3 written by Peter Buchman, Alexander
Payne, and Jim Taylor
Saturday, July 9, 1999 Isla Sorna, Pacific Ocean
It was a sunny Saturday over the Pacific Ocean. The sun glistened in the reflection of the calm, sparkling water. It was peaceful. There was a slight breeze over the lush green island of Isla Sorna. It wasn't too hot. Nobody else was around. It was a perfect day for Dino-Soar parasailing.
Enrique Cardoso had run this business for a few years now. He had gotten away with it every time. Sure it was illegal, but he made big bucks off of it. Tourists were dinosaur crazy after hearing the stories told by several scientists who'd toured this island about four years ago. People were willing to offer just about anything to Enrique to get up close to the magnificent leviathans - even if it was against the law.
The government had taken steps to secure Sorna and keep the public away. They made strict and firm rules. They wouldn't allow anything -not a boat, a plane, a chopper - anything near the island. However, Enrique didn't care. That was the kind of guy he was. He didn't care about the law, the press, or about the public's thoughts. He cared about the money. And to him, that surely wasn't a bad thing to care about.
Enrique was inspecting the rope that would soon allow his current employers to soar up into the air, while still attached to his boat. Everything was quiet. No official had been by so far. That was essential.
Just as Enrique thought about it, he heard the sound of a motor. It wasn't in the water. He looked around and saw a plane in the sky. He walked out from under the shade of his boat and pulled a pair of binoculars up toward his eyes, looking at the white vehicle soaring through the clouds. He just stood there, stiff.
His employer, Ben Hildebrand, sat with a young accomplice, Eric Kirby, in the corner of the boat. Ben was wearing some brown shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. Eric was wearing a long-sleeved red shirt with a pair of cut-off Levi's blue jeans. They were also wearing the gear for the parasailing flight and were ready to take to the skies.
Ben noticed Enrique looking above. "Is everything ok," he asked.
Enrique didn't reply for a few moments, still staring up at the plane. It finally passed and disappeared in the clouds, the sound of its motor quieting.
"Yes, yes, it's ok," Enrique nodded turning back to them. "Well, are you ready for the adventure of your life, muchachos?" he smiled. Ben and Eric nodded enthusiastically.
"I've been waiting for this my whole life," Eric exclaimed. And the way he saw it, it was true. He had always loved dinosaurs. He learned about them, read the books, saw the bones, and looked at the slides. He loved them. They were fascinating -the most fascinating things he had ever heard of or seen in his life. And yet they were extinct and he couldn't view them for himself . . . until now. He'd known about and read all of the stories dealing with what had occurred on this island and Isla Nublar. He may have had to lie to get this far, but he was now going to see what he'd longed to see his whole life.
"Ok, let's get going, bud," Ben said to Eric. Ben Hildebrand was currently going out with Eric's mother Amanda, whom was waiting for them to return back on the Costa Rican mainland. The three of them had gone down to Costa Rica for a nice, week long vacation when they came upon Enrique at a boating service in the nearby area. Once Eric had realized that the parasailing services that Enrique offered were for seeing dinosaurs, he immediately wanted to go.
Ben and Amanda were pretty much against going (at the time thinking that it was an African Safari overview), but Eric had had little fun on the trip what so ever and they both wanted him to enjoy himself. Also, Eric really didn't like Ben from the first time that they'd met. Eric missed his parents being together and he held that against Ben. Ben liked the kid though, and wanted to try to get to know him better so he agreed to go along with the parasailing idea while Amanda continued to tan on the beach. With only one exception, Ben liked to be around Eric and wanted Eric to like him. The only exception was that Eric was Bi-Sexual, and Ben really didn't like that. Eric had had about three boyfriends in the past and only one girlfriend, so it just seemed that this would be a good chance to try to talk Eric out of being Bi so he could be a normal kid.
The two tourists jumped up and walked to the back of the boat. Enrique strapped the rope on them and tugged on the harness to make sure it was secure. He stepped back and looked at everything and then gave them a thumbs up. "Ready Muchachos?"
"Ready," Ben replied excitedly.
"Ready," Eric replied smiling. He returned the thumbs up.
Enrique laughed while he unrolled the rope and let them go. A huge, wide sail popped out of the back of Ben and Eric as they lifted above the boat.
Enrique laughed once again and went over to bring them and the boat through two massive rocks -through a gorge filled with water- and closer to the island. Ben pulled out a video camera and turned it on. He surveyed the green island, looking for the animals. "You scared?" he asked Eric while still looking into the camera.
"No, not at all! This is great!" Eric smiled. The rope continued to let the duo sail further upward, higher and higher than the Dino-Soar boat. Ben and Eric continued to look anxiously at the island, scanning the area for any of the prehistoric leviathans in Eric's case. Ben was stupidly looking for elephants and lions.
"You see anything yet?" Eric asked hopefully.
Ben shook his head. "No, not yet," he replied. Eric looked down at the boat and the water. It was approaching a very thick mist. Perhaps you wouldn't even call it a mist. More like a fog that was hanging over the banks of the island. Before he knew it, the boat wasn't even visible and neither was Enrique. The rope they were attached two was just leading down into gray blurs. Eric shrugged and looked back to the island.
Enrique Cardoso tried his best to look past the fog as well as he could. This fog was severely thick and he was unable to barely look past the wheel. He wished that he'd had someone else watching out for him while he steered. He usually did have someone else that worked for him along to either drive or be a look out. However, today was the day off for all of his other employees. Hell, it was Sunday. Most people were at church on Sundays, or had something else to do. He usually didn't have to do these runs on days like this, but he needed the money, so there he was.
Suddenly Enrique felt a jolt, as the boat seemed to gain weight. He then heard a hissing sound and turned around to see a big brown animal with tiger-like strips going down the sides of it. The animal also had two curving claws on both feet. Enrique recognized it immediately. It was his worst nightmare come true. A Velociraptor had once again swum from the shore to the boat.
This had happened once before when a raptor jumped up from out of the water and killed one of his employees. Enrique, of course, covered it up saying that the guy fell in and died of drowning. Enrique had said that the man couldn't swim and Enrique had tried to rescue him, but it was no use. Thankfully, Enrique was able to get the boat moving at the animal fell out of the boat with the employee's body. The tourists had no idea of what had actually happened, because, just like this time, they were in this thick pocket of fog that came down from the large Aviary that Enrique had saw on his first visit to the island. It was almost like the raptors liked to hunt in this foggy part of the water.
One thing that Enrique didn't understand was how the raptors could swim. After the first attack, he'd checked it all out with a local Paleontologist, Dr. Romano Benson, and he'd said that Velociraptors couldn't swim. Their bodies weren't meant for any kind of activity like that. That had disturbed Enrique, but he'd decided that the blame would go on InGen for this mistake. That's where all of the blame for other incidents had gone. It always went to a genetics company that was long since bankrupt.
This time around, Enrique had a larger problem then the first. He didn't have an expendable employee to die in his place and the main fact that there was a full grown Velociraptor standing right in front of him on the same boat that the other incident was caused on.
Enrique grabbed for his rifle that was sitting on the dash behind him. He'd kept it there just in case the raptors had decided to ever try and attack his boat rides again. He shot at the animal hoping to hit it, but the raptor had other plans as it ducked the bullet and slung it's long right arm out, knocking the rifle out of Enrique's hands.
Enrique screamed and started backing away from the monster when it suddenly jumped on his body throwing him to the floor. Enrique could feel the claws piercing into his skin, and the hot breath of the animal as it's head came down and closed over Enrique Cardoso; he was silenced.
Just as Eric Kirby looked back toward the island, there was a sudden jolt to the rope.
"What was that," Eric asked, with alarm.
"I don't know," Ben replied.
Then there was another jolt as Ben was swung around and just barely hung on to the video camera. "Whoa! Almost lost it there," Ben said. Then there was another jolt, more severe this time. Ben and Eric glared down into the mist. The boat was still invisible under the fog. "What is going on down there?"
Several more jolts came and they both began to get nervous. Ben held the camera and Eric. "What's the matter," Eric cried, his voice exploding with fear.
Ben didn't know how to answer. He couldn't see anything that was happening on the boat.
Finally, the fog began to thin. The boat became more visible as it moved away. And what they saw made them gasp. On the boat, nobody was at the controls and Enrique was gone. The boat had looked to have been attacked and almost in pieces. Through all of this Enrique was not visible, and there were several smears of blood all over the boat. Eric cringed in fear. Ben felt him shaking. "It's ok, it's ok, bud," he tried to convince him. But he wasn't even convinced himself. What kind of African animal could've done that? Then he thought of what animals lived in Africa. It couldn't have been lions. How would they have swum that far away from the island? The same could have been said for hyenas. This was all very suspicious to him.
Eric looked ahead and saw the Isla Sorna beach and several rocks guarding it. Sharp rocks. The boat was heading straight for them. "We're going to crash! Do something, quick," Eric yelled. Ben looked down at the strap holding them to the boat and began to fumble around with it.
He disconnected them just in time as the boat smashed into the rocks. Its bottom was torn and ripped by the jagged edges and it toppled over into the ocean.
Meanwhile, Ben quickly took control of the glider and put his hands in the strings that controlled which direction the craft went. As Eric shook with fear, Ben directed the glider away from the jagged rocks and toward the shelter of Sorna.
He wasn't an expert at controlling it, but he brought it down low to where the treetops were in the middle of a valley. Their feet smacked against the treetops and the glider tottered. As Ben and Eric yelled, they slammed down through the branches. The last thing Eric saw was a branch about to hit him and then blackness.
* * *
Eric Kirby awoke suddenly gasping. He was sweating all over, and was scared out of his mind.
"Where am I," he thought to himself. He looked around from his viewpoint at what he could see. He was still in the tree and attached to Ben Hildebrand and the parasailing device. He would admit that he liked for a guy to be behind him, but if it was Ben Hildebrand, he didn't want any part of it. However, right now, he needed to concern himself with the danger ahead of him. He would worry about all of the other problems of his love life later.
Eric tried to turn his head so he could see if Ben was conscious, but was unable to do so, because of his positioning in the tree. He leaned back, toward Ben's head, and listened for breathing. He could hear it! It was very faint, but there.
"Ben," Eric whispered. There was no response. "Ben?" This time he nudged the man with his elbow.
Ben started to grunt. "Wha...what...what happened?"
"We landed in a tree Ben," Eric replied. "I can see the ground from here."
"Ok," Ben said, feeling more alive. "I'm going to unhook you. All you have to do is hold out your hands to keep your face from smacking the ground. Ok buddy?"
"Why are you unhooking me," Eric asked frightened.
"I can't get my end unhooked," Ben replied. "Once you're down there, I'll have more room to move around. Ok?"
"Alright," Eric said, half-heartedly.
"Ok," Ben said. "One...two...three..."
Suddenly the hook unclasped and Eric fell to the earth below. He hit the ground with a thud.
"You ok," Ben asked.
"Yeah," Eric replied standing slowly.
"Alright," Ben said. "Hold on. I'll be right down." Ben started moving around, trying to unhook his body from the parasailing equipment. He moved aside the sail itself and found the belt loop around his waist. He unhooked it from his belt and dropped to the ground instantly.
Eric rushed over to him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," Ben replied coughing. He stood. "I just didn't expect that to happen. Come on. We've got to find something to use to call for help."
"What about the parasail," Eric asked. "We might need it."
"There's no way to get it down," Ben replied. "We'll have to find something to get it down with. Right now, we need to get out of this area..."
Suddenly, the two heard a chirping sound in the distance. It seemed like the sounds of chickens. It was getting closer.
"What was that," Eric asked.
"I don't know," Ben replied.
Then, several Procompsognathus Triassicas came rushing forward. There were dozens of these small creatures, all green and standing only a foot, or so high.
"What are those things," Ben asked. "I've never seen anything like that on African movies."
"They're compies," Eric replied shockingly. "We have to get out of here!"
Ben stared right at Eric. "Kid, those things are way to small to do any damage. We aren't in any danger."
"Yes," Eric replied, "they can't cause damage if there's just one of them. However, right now there is a whole pack of them. We have to go!"
Eric started running at his, although slow, top speed. Ben looked at the compies moving toward him and started running as well. The two ran through the foliage as fast as they could possibly go. The compies continued to pursue them both.
Eric started panting as he continued. He wasn't and never would be extremely athletic. He had a very nicely shaped body, but he just didn't care for athletics. He never thought he'd be in this situation, so he never considered it.
Suddenly Eric heard Ben screaming. He stopped and turned around to see that there were several compies all over his body. There were three biting into his legs, two trying to hang onto his back, and still yet, four that were moving toward Ben's face.
Eric ran back toward Ben and started swatting at the compies, sending them sailing through the foliage beyond. Eric grabbed Ben's hand and practically drug him through the path before them that left the foliage and moved out onto some kind of trail.
"Oh shit," Eric yelled while running.
"What," Ben asked worried.
"We're on a game trail," Eric replied. "We have to get off it as soon as possible."
"You're saying it's a bad thing to be moving on a smooth trail," Ben stupidly asked.
Eric rolled his eyes. "This is no ordinary trail! Come on!"
The two continue to run when they suddenly come out onto a paved road.
"Thank God," Ben said. "They're gone. Perhaps this trail will lead us to some people that work here."
"I doubt we'll find anyone here," Eric said. "Come on."
Ben looked at the back of Eric's semi-long hair in shock. "Are you telling me that this place is abandoned or something?"
"That's what I'm telling ya." Eric continued to walk on. Ben shortly followed.
* * *
After several minutes of walking down the road, the two came to a clearing where a large lab building stood. They could also see the road was going toward the building from the left and out of another patch of foliage.
"Those things didn't look like African animals," Ben said. "What is this place? Were those things dinosaurs?"
Eric sighed. He hadn't been completely truthful as to what they were going to see on the island. Ben and Eric's mom were two of the multi-people that didn't know the truth about the two InGen islands. That was because they were the kind of people that said the grand phrase, 'I'll wait for the movie'. If they'd actually ever taken the time to read the novels by Alan Grant and Ian Malcolm, they would've known what they would've been seeing. They'd both believed that what they were going to see on the island was some African wildlife that had been brought to the island by poachers. Eric knew that they were both dumb asses and would've believed anything that Eric said. He was right! Now Eric was trapped on Isla Sorna, an island full of dangerous dinosaurs, with an idiot that he hated extremely.
"Yes," Eric finally replied sighing. "They were dinosaurs."
"How is that possible," Ben asked.
"Well," Eric said, "If you actually took the time to use your brain, you would've known the answer to that." Eric wished he hadn't have said that. It was extremely stupid for him to have said something like that to the only person that was with him on an island full of dangerous creatures.
"All right you little smartass," Ben said, getting very angry. "I took you on a trip out here, because you wanted to come here, and I just wanted to make you happy. You don't have to be a faggot all the damn time."
"Fuck you," Eric yelled. "You have no right to call me that! Mom told you not to ever call me that!"
"Well," Ben replied, "it's what you are, isn't it?"
"I like guys," Eric replied proudly. "But I like girls also! That doesn't make me a faggot! I'm Bi! That means that I like both sexes! In a way, you could think of it as I love everyone."
"Whatever," Ben yelled. "All I want to know is why you didn't tell me that we were going to see dinosaurs! You said that we were going to see some kind of African Safari."
Eric laughed. "Yeah, and you were stupid enough to believe it."
"Damn it," Ben sighed. He pulled out a scarf of some kind from his pocket and started tending to his wounds. "What are we supposed to do now?"
"We need to find shelter," Eric replied.
"Isn't there some way to make contact with the outside world," Ben asked. "Like, in that building?"
Eric shook his head. "This island has been abandoned for about ten years. There's no way to make any communication with the outside world."
Ben finished with his wounds and threw the scarf in a bush beside him. The two started walking toward the worker village.
"I want some answers," Ben demanded. "How can dinosaurs possibly be on this island?"
"You ever heard of InGen," Eric asked.
"Yeah," Ben replied. "They were a genetics company that was all over the news in 1990. Some experiment gone wrong had killed several employees down here in Costa Rica and...Oh my God!"
"That's right," Eric said.
"We're on the island where all of that happened aren't we," Ben asked suddenly terrified.
"No," Eric replied, "we're on the other island. The island you speak of was destroyed right after the accident. This was where all of the animal testing and breading was done."
"What lies in wait for us here," Ben asked, looking around for anything.
"You never can tell according to Ian Malcolm," Eric said. "When he was on this island, he had to deal with Tyrannosaurs, Velociraptors, Carnotaurs, ect. Just the normal everyday dinosaurs."
Eric turned around and smiled as he saw that Ben was now scared out of his mind. "Don't worry Ben. Maybe you'll be ok. Just stick with me and I'll have ya covered."
"Are we going in that building," Ben asked.
"We have no choice," Eric replied. "Let's just hope that what we find will be something that won't bit."
"That doesn't sound reassuring Eric," Ben said as he continued to move behind the boy.
"Well," Eric said looking back smiling, "that's the best I can give ya."
The two entered the building opening the two large swinging glass doors seeing the lobby before them. They saw a reception desk in front of them and behind it was the obscured words "We Make the Future". To the right side of the room there was another room that looked like a waiting area with a coffee table and a couch.
"Alright," Eric said. "Start looking for anything that we can use to survive. We'll need weapons, food, flashlights, and who knows what else. I don't think we should stay here though."
"Why not," Ben asked.
"By day," Eric started, "this area is patrolled by Tyrannosaurs and sometimes Velociraptors. At night it gets worse. The Tyrannosaurs leave, but the Carnotaurs come out. That isn't good. The Carnotaurs I fear most."
"What's so special about them," Ben asked confused.
"They can camouflage," Eric replied. "They use this ability more at night, but they'll use it during the day if they have to."
"How do you know all this," Ben asked looking around the waiting room. He found some muddy boots and a green backpack with some candy bar rappers and clothing inside it. He also discovered an old satellite phone as well! "Oh my God," Ben whispered.
"I read Ian Malcolm's book of course," Eric replied to Ben's question.
"Eric," Ben said excitedly, "look at this!"
Eric moved over to Ben and looked at the phone in his hands. Eric took the phone excitedly. "Well, I'll be. It's a satellite phone!"
"Does it still work," Ben asked hopefully.
Eric started playing around with the device. Nothing would work on it. "The batteries are dead."
"Shit!"
"All we have to do is find a plug-in somewhere or something. Come on, let's keep going."
"If this island was abandoned ten years ago then-"
"Listen," Eric said annoyed, "I know what I'm talking about. Just shut up and understand. There is power on the island still. End of story."
Eric placed the phone in one of his pockets and the two marooned people moved deeper into the huge lab building in hopes of finding something to charge the satellite phone with, and they also hoped not to find danger that could've been lurking around every corner.
THE FOG OF THE PARASAIL Based from the movie Jurassic Park 3 written by Peter Buchman, Alexander
Payne, and Jim Taylor
Saturday, July 9, 1999 Isla Sorna, Pacific Ocean
It was a sunny Saturday over the Pacific Ocean. The sun glistened in the reflection of the calm, sparkling water. It was peaceful. There was a slight breeze over the lush green island of Isla Sorna. It wasn't too hot. Nobody else was around. It was a perfect day for Dino-Soar parasailing.
Enrique Cardoso had run this business for a few years now. He had gotten away with it every time. Sure it was illegal, but he made big bucks off of it. Tourists were dinosaur crazy after hearing the stories told by several scientists who'd toured this island about four years ago. People were willing to offer just about anything to Enrique to get up close to the magnificent leviathans - even if it was against the law.
The government had taken steps to secure Sorna and keep the public away. They made strict and firm rules. They wouldn't allow anything -not a boat, a plane, a chopper - anything near the island. However, Enrique didn't care. That was the kind of guy he was. He didn't care about the law, the press, or about the public's thoughts. He cared about the money. And to him, that surely wasn't a bad thing to care about.
Enrique was inspecting the rope that would soon allow his current employers to soar up into the air, while still attached to his boat. Everything was quiet. No official had been by so far. That was essential.
Just as Enrique thought about it, he heard the sound of a motor. It wasn't in the water. He looked around and saw a plane in the sky. He walked out from under the shade of his boat and pulled a pair of binoculars up toward his eyes, looking at the white vehicle soaring through the clouds. He just stood there, stiff.
His employer, Ben Hildebrand, sat with a young accomplice, Eric Kirby, in the corner of the boat. Ben was wearing some brown shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. Eric was wearing a long-sleeved red shirt with a pair of cut-off Levi's blue jeans. They were also wearing the gear for the parasailing flight and were ready to take to the skies.
Ben noticed Enrique looking above. "Is everything ok," he asked.
Enrique didn't reply for a few moments, still staring up at the plane. It finally passed and disappeared in the clouds, the sound of its motor quieting.
"Yes, yes, it's ok," Enrique nodded turning back to them. "Well, are you ready for the adventure of your life, muchachos?" he smiled. Ben and Eric nodded enthusiastically.
"I've been waiting for this my whole life," Eric exclaimed. And the way he saw it, it was true. He had always loved dinosaurs. He learned about them, read the books, saw the bones, and looked at the slides. He loved them. They were fascinating -the most fascinating things he had ever heard of or seen in his life. And yet they were extinct and he couldn't view them for himself . . . until now. He'd known about and read all of the stories dealing with what had occurred on this island and Isla Nublar. He may have had to lie to get this far, but he was now going to see what he'd longed to see his whole life.
"Ok, let's get going, bud," Ben said to Eric. Ben Hildebrand was currently going out with Eric's mother Amanda, whom was waiting for them to return back on the Costa Rican mainland. The three of them had gone down to Costa Rica for a nice, week long vacation when they came upon Enrique at a boating service in the nearby area. Once Eric had realized that the parasailing services that Enrique offered were for seeing dinosaurs, he immediately wanted to go.
Ben and Amanda were pretty much against going (at the time thinking that it was an African Safari overview), but Eric had had little fun on the trip what so ever and they both wanted him to enjoy himself. Also, Eric really didn't like Ben from the first time that they'd met. Eric missed his parents being together and he held that against Ben. Ben liked the kid though, and wanted to try to get to know him better so he agreed to go along with the parasailing idea while Amanda continued to tan on the beach. With only one exception, Ben liked to be around Eric and wanted Eric to like him. The only exception was that Eric was Bi-Sexual, and Ben really didn't like that. Eric had had about three boyfriends in the past and only one girlfriend, so it just seemed that this would be a good chance to try to talk Eric out of being Bi so he could be a normal kid.
The two tourists jumped up and walked to the back of the boat. Enrique strapped the rope on them and tugged on the harness to make sure it was secure. He stepped back and looked at everything and then gave them a thumbs up. "Ready Muchachos?"
"Ready," Ben replied excitedly.
"Ready," Eric replied smiling. He returned the thumbs up.
Enrique laughed while he unrolled the rope and let them go. A huge, wide sail popped out of the back of Ben and Eric as they lifted above the boat.
Enrique laughed once again and went over to bring them and the boat through two massive rocks -through a gorge filled with water- and closer to the island. Ben pulled out a video camera and turned it on. He surveyed the green island, looking for the animals. "You scared?" he asked Eric while still looking into the camera.
"No, not at all! This is great!" Eric smiled. The rope continued to let the duo sail further upward, higher and higher than the Dino-Soar boat. Ben and Eric continued to look anxiously at the island, scanning the area for any of the prehistoric leviathans in Eric's case. Ben was stupidly looking for elephants and lions.
"You see anything yet?" Eric asked hopefully.
Ben shook his head. "No, not yet," he replied. Eric looked down at the boat and the water. It was approaching a very thick mist. Perhaps you wouldn't even call it a mist. More like a fog that was hanging over the banks of the island. Before he knew it, the boat wasn't even visible and neither was Enrique. The rope they were attached two was just leading down into gray blurs. Eric shrugged and looked back to the island.
Enrique Cardoso tried his best to look past the fog as well as he could. This fog was severely thick and he was unable to barely look past the wheel. He wished that he'd had someone else watching out for him while he steered. He usually did have someone else that worked for him along to either drive or be a look out. However, today was the day off for all of his other employees. Hell, it was Sunday. Most people were at church on Sundays, or had something else to do. He usually didn't have to do these runs on days like this, but he needed the money, so there he was.
Suddenly Enrique felt a jolt, as the boat seemed to gain weight. He then heard a hissing sound and turned around to see a big brown animal with tiger-like strips going down the sides of it. The animal also had two curving claws on both feet. Enrique recognized it immediately. It was his worst nightmare come true. A Velociraptor had once again swum from the shore to the boat.
This had happened once before when a raptor jumped up from out of the water and killed one of his employees. Enrique, of course, covered it up saying that the guy fell in and died of drowning. Enrique had said that the man couldn't swim and Enrique had tried to rescue him, but it was no use. Thankfully, Enrique was able to get the boat moving at the animal fell out of the boat with the employee's body. The tourists had no idea of what had actually happened, because, just like this time, they were in this thick pocket of fog that came down from the large Aviary that Enrique had saw on his first visit to the island. It was almost like the raptors liked to hunt in this foggy part of the water.
One thing that Enrique didn't understand was how the raptors could swim. After the first attack, he'd checked it all out with a local Paleontologist, Dr. Romano Benson, and he'd said that Velociraptors couldn't swim. Their bodies weren't meant for any kind of activity like that. That had disturbed Enrique, but he'd decided that the blame would go on InGen for this mistake. That's where all of the blame for other incidents had gone. It always went to a genetics company that was long since bankrupt.
This time around, Enrique had a larger problem then the first. He didn't have an expendable employee to die in his place and the main fact that there was a full grown Velociraptor standing right in front of him on the same boat that the other incident was caused on.
Enrique grabbed for his rifle that was sitting on the dash behind him. He'd kept it there just in case the raptors had decided to ever try and attack his boat rides again. He shot at the animal hoping to hit it, but the raptor had other plans as it ducked the bullet and slung it's long right arm out, knocking the rifle out of Enrique's hands.
Enrique screamed and started backing away from the monster when it suddenly jumped on his body throwing him to the floor. Enrique could feel the claws piercing into his skin, and the hot breath of the animal as it's head came down and closed over Enrique Cardoso; he was silenced.
Just as Eric Kirby looked back toward the island, there was a sudden jolt to the rope.
"What was that," Eric asked, with alarm.
"I don't know," Ben replied.
Then there was another jolt as Ben was swung around and just barely hung on to the video camera. "Whoa! Almost lost it there," Ben said. Then there was another jolt, more severe this time. Ben and Eric glared down into the mist. The boat was still invisible under the fog. "What is going on down there?"
Several more jolts came and they both began to get nervous. Ben held the camera and Eric. "What's the matter," Eric cried, his voice exploding with fear.
Ben didn't know how to answer. He couldn't see anything that was happening on the boat.
Finally, the fog began to thin. The boat became more visible as it moved away. And what they saw made them gasp. On the boat, nobody was at the controls and Enrique was gone. The boat had looked to have been attacked and almost in pieces. Through all of this Enrique was not visible, and there were several smears of blood all over the boat. Eric cringed in fear. Ben felt him shaking. "It's ok, it's ok, bud," he tried to convince him. But he wasn't even convinced himself. What kind of African animal could've done that? Then he thought of what animals lived in Africa. It couldn't have been lions. How would they have swum that far away from the island? The same could have been said for hyenas. This was all very suspicious to him.
Eric looked ahead and saw the Isla Sorna beach and several rocks guarding it. Sharp rocks. The boat was heading straight for them. "We're going to crash! Do something, quick," Eric yelled. Ben looked down at the strap holding them to the boat and began to fumble around with it.
He disconnected them just in time as the boat smashed into the rocks. Its bottom was torn and ripped by the jagged edges and it toppled over into the ocean.
Meanwhile, Ben quickly took control of the glider and put his hands in the strings that controlled which direction the craft went. As Eric shook with fear, Ben directed the glider away from the jagged rocks and toward the shelter of Sorna.
He wasn't an expert at controlling it, but he brought it down low to where the treetops were in the middle of a valley. Their feet smacked against the treetops and the glider tottered. As Ben and Eric yelled, they slammed down through the branches. The last thing Eric saw was a branch about to hit him and then blackness.
* * *
Eric Kirby awoke suddenly gasping. He was sweating all over, and was scared out of his mind.
"Where am I," he thought to himself. He looked around from his viewpoint at what he could see. He was still in the tree and attached to Ben Hildebrand and the parasailing device. He would admit that he liked for a guy to be behind him, but if it was Ben Hildebrand, he didn't want any part of it. However, right now, he needed to concern himself with the danger ahead of him. He would worry about all of the other problems of his love life later.
Eric tried to turn his head so he could see if Ben was conscious, but was unable to do so, because of his positioning in the tree. He leaned back, toward Ben's head, and listened for breathing. He could hear it! It was very faint, but there.
"Ben," Eric whispered. There was no response. "Ben?" This time he nudged the man with his elbow.
Ben started to grunt. "Wha...what...what happened?"
"We landed in a tree Ben," Eric replied. "I can see the ground from here."
"Ok," Ben said, feeling more alive. "I'm going to unhook you. All you have to do is hold out your hands to keep your face from smacking the ground. Ok buddy?"
"Why are you unhooking me," Eric asked frightened.
"I can't get my end unhooked," Ben replied. "Once you're down there, I'll have more room to move around. Ok?"
"Alright," Eric said, half-heartedly.
"Ok," Ben said. "One...two...three..."
Suddenly the hook unclasped and Eric fell to the earth below. He hit the ground with a thud.
"You ok," Ben asked.
"Yeah," Eric replied standing slowly.
"Alright," Ben said. "Hold on. I'll be right down." Ben started moving around, trying to unhook his body from the parasailing equipment. He moved aside the sail itself and found the belt loop around his waist. He unhooked it from his belt and dropped to the ground instantly.
Eric rushed over to him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," Ben replied coughing. He stood. "I just didn't expect that to happen. Come on. We've got to find something to use to call for help."
"What about the parasail," Eric asked. "We might need it."
"There's no way to get it down," Ben replied. "We'll have to find something to get it down with. Right now, we need to get out of this area..."
Suddenly, the two heard a chirping sound in the distance. It seemed like the sounds of chickens. It was getting closer.
"What was that," Eric asked.
"I don't know," Ben replied.
Then, several Procompsognathus Triassicas came rushing forward. There were dozens of these small creatures, all green and standing only a foot, or so high.
"What are those things," Ben asked. "I've never seen anything like that on African movies."
"They're compies," Eric replied shockingly. "We have to get out of here!"
Ben stared right at Eric. "Kid, those things are way to small to do any damage. We aren't in any danger."
"Yes," Eric replied, "they can't cause damage if there's just one of them. However, right now there is a whole pack of them. We have to go!"
Eric started running at his, although slow, top speed. Ben looked at the compies moving toward him and started running as well. The two ran through the foliage as fast as they could possibly go. The compies continued to pursue them both.
Eric started panting as he continued. He wasn't and never would be extremely athletic. He had a very nicely shaped body, but he just didn't care for athletics. He never thought he'd be in this situation, so he never considered it.
Suddenly Eric heard Ben screaming. He stopped and turned around to see that there were several compies all over his body. There were three biting into his legs, two trying to hang onto his back, and still yet, four that were moving toward Ben's face.
Eric ran back toward Ben and started swatting at the compies, sending them sailing through the foliage beyond. Eric grabbed Ben's hand and practically drug him through the path before them that left the foliage and moved out onto some kind of trail.
"Oh shit," Eric yelled while running.
"What," Ben asked worried.
"We're on a game trail," Eric replied. "We have to get off it as soon as possible."
"You're saying it's a bad thing to be moving on a smooth trail," Ben stupidly asked.
Eric rolled his eyes. "This is no ordinary trail! Come on!"
The two continue to run when they suddenly come out onto a paved road.
"Thank God," Ben said. "They're gone. Perhaps this trail will lead us to some people that work here."
"I doubt we'll find anyone here," Eric said. "Come on."
Ben looked at the back of Eric's semi-long hair in shock. "Are you telling me that this place is abandoned or something?"
"That's what I'm telling ya." Eric continued to walk on. Ben shortly followed.
* * *
After several minutes of walking down the road, the two came to a clearing where a large lab building stood. They could also see the road was going toward the building from the left and out of another patch of foliage.
"Those things didn't look like African animals," Ben said. "What is this place? Were those things dinosaurs?"
Eric sighed. He hadn't been completely truthful as to what they were going to see on the island. Ben and Eric's mom were two of the multi-people that didn't know the truth about the two InGen islands. That was because they were the kind of people that said the grand phrase, 'I'll wait for the movie'. If they'd actually ever taken the time to read the novels by Alan Grant and Ian Malcolm, they would've known what they would've been seeing. They'd both believed that what they were going to see on the island was some African wildlife that had been brought to the island by poachers. Eric knew that they were both dumb asses and would've believed anything that Eric said. He was right! Now Eric was trapped on Isla Sorna, an island full of dangerous dinosaurs, with an idiot that he hated extremely.
"Yes," Eric finally replied sighing. "They were dinosaurs."
"How is that possible," Ben asked.
"Well," Eric said, "If you actually took the time to use your brain, you would've known the answer to that." Eric wished he hadn't have said that. It was extremely stupid for him to have said something like that to the only person that was with him on an island full of dangerous creatures.
"All right you little smartass," Ben said, getting very angry. "I took you on a trip out here, because you wanted to come here, and I just wanted to make you happy. You don't have to be a faggot all the damn time."
"Fuck you," Eric yelled. "You have no right to call me that! Mom told you not to ever call me that!"
"Well," Ben replied, "it's what you are, isn't it?"
"I like guys," Eric replied proudly. "But I like girls also! That doesn't make me a faggot! I'm Bi! That means that I like both sexes! In a way, you could think of it as I love everyone."
"Whatever," Ben yelled. "All I want to know is why you didn't tell me that we were going to see dinosaurs! You said that we were going to see some kind of African Safari."
Eric laughed. "Yeah, and you were stupid enough to believe it."
"Damn it," Ben sighed. He pulled out a scarf of some kind from his pocket and started tending to his wounds. "What are we supposed to do now?"
"We need to find shelter," Eric replied.
"Isn't there some way to make contact with the outside world," Ben asked. "Like, in that building?"
Eric shook his head. "This island has been abandoned for about ten years. There's no way to make any communication with the outside world."
Ben finished with his wounds and threw the scarf in a bush beside him. The two started walking toward the worker village.
"I want some answers," Ben demanded. "How can dinosaurs possibly be on this island?"
"You ever heard of InGen," Eric asked.
"Yeah," Ben replied. "They were a genetics company that was all over the news in 1990. Some experiment gone wrong had killed several employees down here in Costa Rica and...Oh my God!"
"That's right," Eric said.
"We're on the island where all of that happened aren't we," Ben asked suddenly terrified.
"No," Eric replied, "we're on the other island. The island you speak of was destroyed right after the accident. This was where all of the animal testing and breading was done."
"What lies in wait for us here," Ben asked, looking around for anything.
"You never can tell according to Ian Malcolm," Eric said. "When he was on this island, he had to deal with Tyrannosaurs, Velociraptors, Carnotaurs, ect. Just the normal everyday dinosaurs."
Eric turned around and smiled as he saw that Ben was now scared out of his mind. "Don't worry Ben. Maybe you'll be ok. Just stick with me and I'll have ya covered."
"Are we going in that building," Ben asked.
"We have no choice," Eric replied. "Let's just hope that what we find will be something that won't bit."
"That doesn't sound reassuring Eric," Ben said as he continued to move behind the boy.
"Well," Eric said looking back smiling, "that's the best I can give ya."
The two entered the building opening the two large swinging glass doors seeing the lobby before them. They saw a reception desk in front of them and behind it was the obscured words "We Make the Future". To the right side of the room there was another room that looked like a waiting area with a coffee table and a couch.
"Alright," Eric said. "Start looking for anything that we can use to survive. We'll need weapons, food, flashlights, and who knows what else. I don't think we should stay here though."
"Why not," Ben asked.
"By day," Eric started, "this area is patrolled by Tyrannosaurs and sometimes Velociraptors. At night it gets worse. The Tyrannosaurs leave, but the Carnotaurs come out. That isn't good. The Carnotaurs I fear most."
"What's so special about them," Ben asked confused.
"They can camouflage," Eric replied. "They use this ability more at night, but they'll use it during the day if they have to."
"How do you know all this," Ben asked looking around the waiting room. He found some muddy boots and a green backpack with some candy bar rappers and clothing inside it. He also discovered an old satellite phone as well! "Oh my God," Ben whispered.
"I read Ian Malcolm's book of course," Eric replied to Ben's question.
"Eric," Ben said excitedly, "look at this!"
Eric moved over to Ben and looked at the phone in his hands. Eric took the phone excitedly. "Well, I'll be. It's a satellite phone!"
"Does it still work," Ben asked hopefully.
Eric started playing around with the device. Nothing would work on it. "The batteries are dead."
"Shit!"
"All we have to do is find a plug-in somewhere or something. Come on, let's keep going."
"If this island was abandoned ten years ago then-"
"Listen," Eric said annoyed, "I know what I'm talking about. Just shut up and understand. There is power on the island still. End of story."
Eric placed the phone in one of his pockets and the two marooned people moved deeper into the huge lab building in hopes of finding something to charge the satellite phone with, and they also hoped not to find danger that could've been lurking around every corner.