Chapter 7: Raptors in the Kitchen.
The kitchen. Tim shuddered at the memories that came into his head. Things were almost exactly the same. Suddenly, an awful smell filled his nose. He turned toward the freezer. "Can't be," he muttered.
He walked to the door, and opened it. Tim almost threw up on himself. Pieces of flesh were rotting and some was gone; most likely Compys. He noticed the lack of cool air, and realized the freezer must have gone out years ago. A sudden roar was heard from the hall behind the door. He opened it and went out. He walked till he got to the stairs.then stopped dead in his tracks. The Rex was on the ground; a gapping wound in its chest. Three raptors were at the bottom, feeding on the carcass, while at least four more were at the door. One looked up, its green eyes reflecting in the light. It saw Tim, and gave a low growl. It vocalized a message to the others, and started toward the stairs; the others moving after it. Tim muttered a curse and ran.
He went looking for a place to hide; ending up going back into the kitchen. He dove behind some of the counters and crouched down. He had closed the door, but he knew that wouldn't help. These were the smartest dinosaurs on the island, and they could get through more than a door. He needed weapons against such a kind of creature, and all theirs were gone. Tim suddenly realized a pocket knife in his pocket. He pulled it out, and readied it. "Wow, some weapon," he muttered.
Suddenly, the door clicked open, and the sound of the raptors long foot claws could be heard on the floor. He poked his head up a little higher. The first one in sniffed the air. He ducked as they turned his way. He noticed something on the floor across from him. It was a large spoon. Tim grabbed it and threw it across the room. He then remembered the others hanging on the sides of the cabinet. He crawled to them, and pulled three or four of the rack. He then hurled them as well. The confused raptors moved slowly toward them. The first one that came around the corner, Tim jumped out. The surprised animal jumped back. Tim stabbed it right in the left eye with the small knife. It howled in pain, and fell back. The other raptors moved at Tim, but suddenly, a loud shot rang out. The back raptor fell back, a pool of blood slowly forming around it. The others turned, knowing what they were against, and ran. They didn't, however, go back down the stairs. Tim looked up. "Jessica," he wheezed, out of breath.
"Thought you could use some help, and I heard those things screech. Figured something was up."
"Where did you get the gun?" he asked.
"Found it old weapons storage, in a shed out back. I scouted the area, and noticed it was back there."
Tim smiled, and followed her out the door, back toward the lab.
Lex listened to her grandfather, as he spoke solemnly. "Why would Tim do such a thing," He questioned.
"I'm asking myself the same question," Alan said.
"What should we do?" said Hammond.
"Find someone who will take us there," Alan replied.
"I have it!" said Hammond, grabbing an old address book from a coat pocket.
"What do you have?" said Lex, puzzled.
"Steven," Hammond replied.
"Who?" said Alan.
"Steven Turner. He was Robert's cousin. He helped with construction on the park. He hasn't talked much to anybody since Robert's death. He knows a lot about these animals, mainly the T-rex. He had a nickname back then," Hammond stopped for a second.
"What name, and how much did he know? And what was his name?" Alan questioned.
"A lot about them. His nickname, you say? His nickname was T-rex Turner."
Hammond dialed the phone number. He waited, then a click was heard. "Hello?" said a voice.
"Ah! Steven, it's John," Hammond exclaimed.
Back on the island, Knight was finishing packing his samples. Suddenly, he heard a deep hiss. He looked to his left, then his right. That's when he saw it. A raptor was in the hall, staring at him with deep, dark eyes. He started to back away, but it and a few others, were already moving toward him. The one in front's eye was punctured, blood trickled from the wound. It rubbed the eye with the side of its claw, and turned back to Knight. It could apparently still use the eye, just not well. Knight knew he was going to meet his end here. He moved backwards, and stopped, realizing he was being blocked by a computer desk. The lead raptor hissed again, and jumped. Knight let out a yell as his stomach was slowly ripped open. He new his death would be slow, until one of the raptors bit into his head, and crushed his skull.
(Wow, long time since last update. Hope people like this story. Please read and review and continue to enjoy my on going story.)
The kitchen. Tim shuddered at the memories that came into his head. Things were almost exactly the same. Suddenly, an awful smell filled his nose. He turned toward the freezer. "Can't be," he muttered.
He walked to the door, and opened it. Tim almost threw up on himself. Pieces of flesh were rotting and some was gone; most likely Compys. He noticed the lack of cool air, and realized the freezer must have gone out years ago. A sudden roar was heard from the hall behind the door. He opened it and went out. He walked till he got to the stairs.then stopped dead in his tracks. The Rex was on the ground; a gapping wound in its chest. Three raptors were at the bottom, feeding on the carcass, while at least four more were at the door. One looked up, its green eyes reflecting in the light. It saw Tim, and gave a low growl. It vocalized a message to the others, and started toward the stairs; the others moving after it. Tim muttered a curse and ran.
He went looking for a place to hide; ending up going back into the kitchen. He dove behind some of the counters and crouched down. He had closed the door, but he knew that wouldn't help. These were the smartest dinosaurs on the island, and they could get through more than a door. He needed weapons against such a kind of creature, and all theirs were gone. Tim suddenly realized a pocket knife in his pocket. He pulled it out, and readied it. "Wow, some weapon," he muttered.
Suddenly, the door clicked open, and the sound of the raptors long foot claws could be heard on the floor. He poked his head up a little higher. The first one in sniffed the air. He ducked as they turned his way. He noticed something on the floor across from him. It was a large spoon. Tim grabbed it and threw it across the room. He then remembered the others hanging on the sides of the cabinet. He crawled to them, and pulled three or four of the rack. He then hurled them as well. The confused raptors moved slowly toward them. The first one that came around the corner, Tim jumped out. The surprised animal jumped back. Tim stabbed it right in the left eye with the small knife. It howled in pain, and fell back. The other raptors moved at Tim, but suddenly, a loud shot rang out. The back raptor fell back, a pool of blood slowly forming around it. The others turned, knowing what they were against, and ran. They didn't, however, go back down the stairs. Tim looked up. "Jessica," he wheezed, out of breath.
"Thought you could use some help, and I heard those things screech. Figured something was up."
"Where did you get the gun?" he asked.
"Found it old weapons storage, in a shed out back. I scouted the area, and noticed it was back there."
Tim smiled, and followed her out the door, back toward the lab.
Lex listened to her grandfather, as he spoke solemnly. "Why would Tim do such a thing," He questioned.
"I'm asking myself the same question," Alan said.
"What should we do?" said Hammond.
"Find someone who will take us there," Alan replied.
"I have it!" said Hammond, grabbing an old address book from a coat pocket.
"What do you have?" said Lex, puzzled.
"Steven," Hammond replied.
"Who?" said Alan.
"Steven Turner. He was Robert's cousin. He helped with construction on the park. He hasn't talked much to anybody since Robert's death. He knows a lot about these animals, mainly the T-rex. He had a nickname back then," Hammond stopped for a second.
"What name, and how much did he know? And what was his name?" Alan questioned.
"A lot about them. His nickname, you say? His nickname was T-rex Turner."
Hammond dialed the phone number. He waited, then a click was heard. "Hello?" said a voice.
"Ah! Steven, it's John," Hammond exclaimed.
Back on the island, Knight was finishing packing his samples. Suddenly, he heard a deep hiss. He looked to his left, then his right. That's when he saw it. A raptor was in the hall, staring at him with deep, dark eyes. He started to back away, but it and a few others, were already moving toward him. The one in front's eye was punctured, blood trickled from the wound. It rubbed the eye with the side of its claw, and turned back to Knight. It could apparently still use the eye, just not well. Knight knew he was going to meet his end here. He moved backwards, and stopped, realizing he was being blocked by a computer desk. The lead raptor hissed again, and jumped. Knight let out a yell as his stomach was slowly ripped open. He new his death would be slow, until one of the raptors bit into his head, and crushed his skull.
(Wow, long time since last update. Hope people like this story. Please read and review and continue to enjoy my on going story.)