AN: For practical purposes of the story, I'm making the dinos mostly nocturnal…it would get a little out of hand if the dinos were running down the street just jumping on people left and right in broad daylight. For reference, here are the types of dinos that I will be using (cause no one in the story will be able to name them for you):
Velociraptor: Our favorite friend from Jurassic Park- human sized meat eaters that hunted in packs and were supposedly extremely intelligent. Amazing senses in hearing, sight, and smell, very high speed.
Adasaurus: Similar to the Velociraptor, but smaller and lightweight. May have had a thin coating of feathers. An impressive hunter, usually hunted alone.
Bambiraptor: 3 foot tall, 1 foot long, covered in feathers. Built like a raptor, with a killing claw and very long limbs. Very fast and deadly, but smaller than other raptors.
Nqwebasaurus: A very small carnivorous dinosaur. It is not known whether it was a hunter or a scavenger. (I'm going with a mix of both.)
Also, I'm very sorry for all you dino buffs out there…I know that some of these dinosaurs were not discovered until far after 1899. Let's just say my little scientist man found them first and never told anyone cause they first thing they did when they were created and escaped was eat him! * regains composure *
Also, I am wondering if I should have a T-Rex make a cameo, and I'll leave it up to you guys. Go ahead and throw in your opinion- should the 'big guy' make an appearance? And I have also had a request that Sarah be sacrificed to the monsters…..just to be civil….I'll ask, anyone going to second that?
Blink
"Get up, boys! Time to get up!"
I suddenly got poked right in the stomach, and slowly opened my eyes to face Kloppman. He was yelling something about 'lazy bums' and 'selling papers', and I tried to tune him out as I sat up.
"Hey Blink! What happened to your face?" Jack asked as I walked past him to the sink.
"Nothin'."
"Aw, come on-"
"It's nothin', okay?"
I reached up and ran my finger down the long cut. I hadn't told Racetrack and Dutchy the whole story- I couldn't. They'd never believe me. Cause when that thing jumped up and tried to take my head off, I got a real good look at it.
It had scales. And teeth the size of my thumb. I would swear to it.
I was a little wary walking out of the lodging house that morning, but nothing happened on the way to the distribution center. Just the same, Mush knew something was wrong. He always does.
"What's up, Kid? What's wrong?" he asked, pulling me away from the other guys.
"Nothin'." Well, I was being articulate today, wasn't I?
"You don't actually expect me ta believe that, do ya?"
I sighed heavily. I couldn't pull the wool over his eyes, not for a second. "I'm just thinkin'."
"About what?"
I told him about the thing we saw in the alley the night before. I told him everything- except what I had seen. I only said that none of us got a clear look at it.
"It jumped all the way up to da fire escape?" he asked, incredulous.
"Yep."
"Dat's some dog."
"Dat's what I thought."
We walked in silence for a few minutes, and then he turned to me and smiled. "Well, whatever it was, it's gone. So stop mopin' and have some fun!"
With that he stole my hat and took off running, and I sprinted after him, ready to tackle him to the ground when I caught him. But I didn't have to catch him- he stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk.
I ran into him and just about knocked him over, and I was about to ask him what the big deal was when I saw it. A severed hand, lying in an alleyway in the shadow of a building. Mush had paled about ten shades, and I turned him around to face me instead of the torn limb so he wouldn't get sick.
For once in my life I actually stopped a policeman, knowing that we needed to tell someone. He kneeled down and examined it, a look of utter disgust on his face. Mush stood just around the corner, where he could hear us but not see us- he refused to accompany me into the alley with the cop. He didn't want to be anywhere near that thing.
"It looks like it was bitten off!" The policeman exclaimed, and then he reached down and pressed two fingers on it. "It's still warm. It couldn't have been here more than an hour."
I frowned. "But where's the rest of him?"
He stood up, looking down the alley. "No blood. None at all. I just don't get it." He turned to me, confusion giving way to 'authority'. "Thanks kid. You run along now, and we'll take care of this."
I reluctantly left the alley, and Mush and I walked to the distribution center, where Racetrack had saved us our usual place in line. He didn't ask questions- he took one look at Mush and knew not to ask, at least not in front of him.
"You gonna be alright, Mush? I mean, we can go sit down and jest sell afternoon if-"
"I'm fine. Just need ta get my mind off it, dat's all." He whispered, and then he looked back the way we had come. "Do ya think…I mean, dat thing at da window…"
Wow. Hadn't thought of that yet. Could it have been the same thing? Could that have been my arm had I leaned over an inch further?
"I don't know, Mush. Let's just sell."
Dutchy
"Factory shuts down! Thousands left without jobs!" I yelled, making my way through a thick crowd with Specs. The headlines were awful today, but that one could fly on its own, with all the 'labor unrest'.
"Dis spot is dead…let's head for Central Park." Specs suggested, and I nodded. We slipped out of the street, heading down a long alley towards another busy street.
"You hear dat?" Specs asked, suddenly stopping and cocking his head as he listened. I stopped and concentrated on listening, and I realized he was right- there was a strange sound coming from a door to our right. It almost sounded like…heavy breathing.
"I hear it…ya think they're hurt?" I asked quietly. He shrugged and walked up to the door, pushing it open just a crack.
"Let's go see."
"Specs, I ain't so sure about dat…"
"Well, if they're hurt, dey may need help. If not, we just leave."
"…Okay."
A shiver ran down my spine as he pushed the door the rest of the way open. The second the door opened, the sound stopped.
"Anyone here?" Specs asked. The door slowly closed behind us, and the rusty hinges creaked and groaned as we moved further into the room. I stayed close behind Specs, trying to see through the dust our feet were kicking up.
Speaking of dust…
"Specs…Specs! Look at this!" I said, kneeling down on the floor. He turned around and dropped to his knees beside me as I pointed to a spot on the floor. It was a footprint…I think. It was the size of my foot, but it was shaped real weird.
"Look…it has claws." Specs added, pointing to two spots devoid of dust a little in front of the footprint.
"Those would have to be really big claws."
Specs was suddenly knocked forward to the floor and I jumped back in alarm. I couldn't see anything through the dust! I grabbed the nearest thing on the cluttered floor- a brick- and I threw it at the vague shape of whatever was on Specs.
A shriek cut the air like a butcher's blade, and I grabbed Specs and hauled him to his feet, shoving him into an adjoining room and slamming the door behind us. He was breathing hard, but I turned him around and found that he wasn't injured.
"What was that?" he gasped, and then something slammed into the door, almost breaking it off its hinges- and two long, black claws were shoved through the wood, appearing on our side.
"I don't know, but it's really mad at us!" I said, looking around for any way out. It was a small room without any windows or other doors- no means of escape. And that door wasn't going to hold.
"Dutchy! Here!" Specs said, pointing to the ceiling. An old, tattered string was hanging down, leading to a small outline of a trapdoor. Perfect!
He grabbed onto the string and pulled, and the chunk of wood fell right out of the ceiling to the floor below, almost taking him with it. I could see that there was a room up there- and the room was lit with sunlight. That meant there were windows!
Another slam on the door and more gaping holes in it from the claws sent us almost into a state of panic.
"Alright, I'll go first."
"How are you gonna get up there?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He was right- it was beyond my reach.
"Let me on your shoulders." I said.
"I'm not sure I can hold ya."
"You carry hundreds of papes all day and you think you can't hold me!?"
"You weigh more than a hundred papes!"
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
Another slam on the door convinced him of his strength, and quickly killed the argument.
"Dutchy, this ain't the time for vanity! Let's jest try this!" He insisted, and though it took a few precious moments, he was soon standing up with me sitting on his shoulders. Any other time, it would've been hilarious.
"Hurry…the door isn't holding!" He said as I hauled myself up through the trapdoor. I reached down just as the door was knocked inward, and I grabbed onto Specs's wrists. I pulled him up and he was getting a hold on the edge when the growling, snarling creature stepped through.
It was like a big brownish-red lizard. It had to be as tall as me, with huge claws on both feet and teeth like a lion's. It jumped and snapped its jaws shut on Specs's pant leg, and I felt the enormous strength it possessed as it almost pulled Specs out of my grip.
Specs swung his other leg and kicked the creature in the jaw, and it growled but let go and fell to the floor. I pulled him the rest of the way up as fast as I could, and then I found the nearest piece of furniture- a dresser- and slid it over the opening in the floor. Specs opened the closest window, and we both climbed through into the alley and didn't stop running until we hit the street.
"What…was that?" I asked in-between gulps for air. Specs looked back into the alley as if he expected the creature to come running out in a murderous frenzy.
"Don't know…but what are we gonna tell the guys?"
AN: Teehee, I'm evil! And I love reviews. They are like….an addiction. Yeah. That's it. An addiction. So feed my addiction and review, cause nothing's better than a free addiction!
