So… this is something that's been digging at me for a long time. I started writing this chapter at 5:00 pm, 12/15/18, and by now I had the gut feeling of it being already done with and possibly moved onto whatever is next. The motivation for anything story-wise as hit a low for me, the only thing I'm really doing now on the site is a roleplay with my Ghostbusters fan-chise and anything else on that is stuck in limbo.

This story was planned out, what with Owen, Alex, Blue, the army, the island, I had it to the end where it left it open for anything else, rather I do one day go back here to continue it or some else can. I still have over 12 different stories that I really want to make, each long with thick story that can easily branch off into others.

But right now with how life is, this might end up being the last chapter as is. I'm sorry for anyone hoping to see the end, I'm disappointed in myself for not getting this done. If things do turn for the better than there will most likely be more chapters to finish this off.

If not… well, might as well cover as much as I can.


Chapter 25: Deep Breath


Beeping, the sound of the overhead lights making that annoying buzzing sound, and a sore stiffness to her sides.

That was the first thing Blue registered in her head when she felt her eyes finally cracked open. Snapping them shut and blinking several times to try to get them readjusted to the sudden light. She felt a coldness under her; a large metal bed that the vets used to place animals on to help work better at a reasonable height. She was on her right side, as every time she took in a deep breath she felt a scratching sensation rip through her throat and ribs feel like they were grinding against each other.

She carefully, after learning the past several times, to move her head up. Looking around she took full account it was the building space that Tracks had dubbed their hospital. It was a room just like the one she and her sisters have been in dozens of times now. A heart monitor and a drip bag were to her left with the cords coming up to her with the counter covered in tools and supplies behind her. She felt dizzy, trying to reach a claw up to sooth her head, though she was still in her natural form and the arm she tried to use felt stiff.

Her memory started coming back, the forest, meeting… Owen, and suddenly being slammed by the giant white bitch before blacking out. It felt just like last time they fought those years ago. The thought only managed to increase the growing headache she felt. But it would have to wait, there were more important manners to deal with right now.

Gripping the edge of a claw Blue carefully pulled herself towards the edge. Lowering her left leg as the right followed off the side until both were touching the ground. The grinding feeling flared for a moment, but she knew it would pass on later. She reached over pulling the cables out from her, the monitor going crazy for a moment thinking the subject had just lost its pulse and died. But she simply flipped the power switch silencing the device.

With a slight wobble to the first step she mentally yelled at herself to get it together. To act as the Beta she was and is. She had to be strong. For her sisters…

For Alex.


In a room similar to Blue's, though fitted with a normal human bed that was missing any of the covers minus the actual mattress sheet, the prion form of Owen Grady laid in a similar state. Though without much as the only thing he had was some bandages for some cuts that managed to form because of Inda's less than gentle grip. She was too focused on getting them back to the resort that the amount of blood he lost leaking from his cuts out of her claws left him dizzy and unconscious.

While it wasn't that the dinos didn't know how a human worked, given what about Alex and their human forms, they knew a little bit more, but they were still different, they didn't bother giving him much. Making sure the cuts were cleaned and wrapped tightly. They were already developing red-brown spots where it was starting to seep through a little but not that much.

However, the man was just too stubborn at life to die from something like this. Surviving the navy and this death trap of a theme part has made it clear enough that he won't go down like that.

Feeling his mind finally reboot he felt himself finally waking up to the overhead lights shining down at him. Making him wince when the brightness of hospital lights tend to be started to get him over previously being in the dark. The soft-touch of the bed but apparent lack of pillow or sheets told him he was probably on a padded table or something. Glancing to the side he confirmed he was in the Jurassic World general hospital, he had been here many times for the unfortunate medical checkups that the park stressed heavily in his employment contract. But the room itself looked more bare than usual.

*Clears-Throat*

The sudden sound of someone else in the room makes him quickly become alert. Facing the direction he expects maybe a buddy of his or even Claire to be there waiting with a look of amusement or frustration.

What he saw though made him hit the brakes on that train of thought.

Sitting across from him in a waiting room chair that was actually straining under the weight of the figure sitting in it, Owen thought it was just a big woman sitting there watching with severely torn up clothes. But his eyes took note of the pure whiteness of the skin, it was different than what a human should have, and those hands weren't like normal hands, and that face.

He didn't know if he was dreaming, drunk and hallucinating, or accidentally got something to mess with his head. Because the head on the person across from him was of the murderous kind with red eyes that he remembered seeing once before.

"Holy Shit…" he muttered feeling himself become stiffer than the time he hid under the gas truck.

Inda could see the flash of fear in the man's eyes when he uttered those words. It brought a satisfying grin that flashed him her twisted assortment of teeth that made him visibly tense up again.

Oh, she could literally taste the fear he was giving off. She smelled it the first time they met and now it was back in full force. He was worthy of being a meal that if she had it could figuratively satisfy her for days. But, with a heavy sigh, that wasn't an option.

'Yet.`, she thought.

With fluid movement from her powerful legs, she stood up to her full height; making the man try to sink back into the bed as if to put just the little bit more distance.

"Don't move," she said in the same voice Owen remembered from earlier. Though surprised he was able to hear at all with how it was literally roaring in his ears. "I'll be back."

With a spin on her heel and a strong kick to the chair out of her way, she headed towards the door. Opening it with a bit more force than needed and closing it just the same that shook anything on the walls. From the small window, Owen could see her stand there for a moment until a 'click' was heard and she walked away.

Waiting for a good couple of moment to try to reboot his brain again he ran his hand over his face then rubbed his eyes. Really wishing he had listened to Claire instead and went to some late-night bar to get drunk out of his mind.

"What the hell is going on around here..."


"LET ME GO YOU, UGLY SON OF A-GAH!" the shouting man hit the ground with enough force to silence him from the loss of breath. Around him stood 4 other men just like him but now stripped down to their bare clothes. The only thing that some of them kept of their gear was their boots or now completely empty belts and vests. Their weapons, rations, tools, even their phones, and watches were taken by the strange dino-freaks that they were surrounded by.

Athena huffed as she slammed the cage door shut. Grunting in frustration as she locked the massive bolt down. She looked up to a flyer that was sitting on top of the cage with a stern look, sending them a nod as it did back and turned to where it was looking down at the five. All thirty men they managed to capture were locked in old cages roughly big enough to fit Athena in her true form. They were used to keep wild dinos that had to be 'trained' because of their behavior was a bit rough for the park officials to let tourists see.

Now all but one man were in these cages. Each one with a flyer sitting on top of the bars watching them like a sentry. Just waiting for one to make a wrong move.

In another adjacent room usually meant to directly tend with animals, a bench was placed in the middle with one of the lights shining directly onto it. Sitting there with his hands bound by ropes was Lieutenant Coriss with a few more bruises decked around his face. He was trying to maintain a professional look but that was quickly being eaten away by his 'interrogator'.

Figuratively, thank god, for him.

Rexy stood across from him with a scowl that was like one that she would have in her true form. Border lining letting out a deep throaty growl at the man that like the past several are rapidly fueling her desire to tear them apart. But in the back of her mind, she was growing worried. When Inda and the sisters returned she had thought that the human in Inda's grasp was Alex, fearing that he had a run-in with another set of these men. But to her disappointment it wasn't him, it was the sisters' former human Alpha. She had both him and Blue sent to be healed while she dealt with the intruders that thought they could waltz right into her territory with their weapons and vehicles and think they can just settle in.

She had made sure that each person was checked over, anything that they could use was stripped away and either put to the side for her people to use for later or to guard the prisoners. She wanted to know more. She couldn't send more flyers, they would get noticed before they could get close enough to hear anything. And being captured is something she wants to avoid as much as possible, no telling those humans would do if they found out about them being more than just animals.

A large creak from the door to her left brought her attention away from those thoughts as she looked up to see Inda stroll in. Still holding her arms to her chest with a casual look that hide a tiny smirk.

"Well, the gas guy is awake," Inda spoke first coming up to Rexy's side. She really didn't have much in terms of what to name him so she went with the first thing she remembered him by. "Figure that he won't be going anywhere anytime soon."

Without knowing it Rexy knew that Inda had some effect on the human that she had seen many times during her time here. Whenever he was close she could smell the scent of the girls and the musk of the outdoors on him like he would roll around in dirt every once in a while.

It was the kind of things that made her think back to two years ago. Something that even made her scars that still dotted her body feel like they would pulse at the notion of the encounter.

For Corsis in this situation, if he made it out alive and didn't become registered as mentally insane, knew that if got out of this the hidden bottle of gin in his room aboard the ship will be the first thing he will literally kiss and hope to drown out his time on this cursed island. He was trying to work a way out of here. Flexing his arms to test the restraints on his wrists and lifting each leg as high as he could. If he wanted to he would be able to push the bench backward and slid it somewhere. Turning would be a problem but it would still get him some ground.

The base needed to hear about this. He wasn't sure anyone got a call out to Pena before the first truck exploded. Jurassic creatures, very smart Jurassic creatures, so smart that multiple species plan an ambush together with such efficiency and know-how to talk and use guns. This was not what this mission was set out to do. And everyone miles away was right now thinking they had gone radio silent and were either A. dead or B. still carrying out the task of tagging each animal for transport. Which meant the next wave with the ship would be next with the cages to dock at the port.

His constant movement, while small and to him, thankfully, not really noticeable. If anything it made the dinos think he was just struggling to adjust to the restricting situation.

While he continued to try and get at least one arm loose, and the others preparing to either step up their 'interrogation' into more basic ways; basic to them, inhuman to humanity, or get another weaker soldier, the main doors squeaked open as the sound of tapings claws on concrete came towards them.

Blue came in, flanked on both sides by Delta and Echo with Charlie bringing up the rear. Still, in her true form being supported by Delta, she had a clear wobble in her step as she crossed the room over to the others. Each step seemed to grow just a bit slower with her left leg being the first to seem ready to call it quits.

"Alex…" she nearly whispered but it was still heard by all. Her voice to those familiar didn't sound like her usual tone, though that was easily clear from how tired she was, it still held an undertone that spoke in a greater volume.

Deep concern, the likes of which when one was desperate to know the outcome of anything.

As she came around to the main door into the room she looked between Rexy and Inda, "Where... Is Alex...?"

While Rexy really didn't want her to be here, given the fact that the leader of the human attack was present and tied down, mouth slightly dropped in awe at the fact that a raptor was talking, her stern looked slowly dropped to a grim expression. One that despite heavy eyes, Blue could see and read what they said.

She felt herself become weaker; shaking in place and making Delta stagger a moment when she felt Blue almost drop her weight onto her.

A lone tear gently falling from her closed eyes.


Some distance away on Pena, the base camp that was set up for the retrieval group was in chaos.

It was roughly three hours before the first light of morning would peak from the west, and the tracker teams had yet to report at all. No contact from anyone, not even the transport ship that went carrying the trucks. It was complete radio silence. Hell, while most of the Jurassic World personnel knew him to some degree, they knew that in this situation even Owen Grady would try and make contact.

In a communications truck parked on what was technically the only hill in the flat area the camp before going into the jungle was set up with a 20-foot antenna deployed the radio operator, Wilson Drake, the literal voice and ears of everything going from camp to the park, ships and mainland, was trying to contact the away teams after the fourth hour of radio silence.

"This is basecamp Pena 1 to away teams, please respond. Over." He placed the mic down and waited. Listening through the headphone on his left ear and the main speaker for anything.

Two minutes of silence later, he tried again. "Basecamp Pena 1 to away teams, does anyone read me. Over." He waited for another long pause. Holding his breath as if he was quiet, something he missed would come through.

Still, nothing did.

With a deep sigh, he rubbed his hands over his aching eyes. Reaching over for his third cup of coffee only to find that the suspicious level of lightness the cup had confirmed his worst fear.

He was out of coffee.

"Great..." he almost flung the cup across the desk. Leaning back in his chair as he stared up at the ceiling in deep thought, "How the hell did I get stuck on radio duty?"

"Because you were one of the few to not volunteer to stay on the boat," a voice nearly made him leap out of his seat from answering what wasn't really a question but statement.

Coming up the small stairs from the outside came one of his fellow 'buddies' with a cup of semi-fresh coffee in hand. Already the smell of morning grim from routine exercises radiated off him that Wilson could guess how early in the morning it was without looking at his watch.

"Anything yet? The Major is getting a bit annoyed that Corsis hasn't called back."

Taking a long drink Wilson shook his head, "Nothing. The only thing I'm getting is some kind of static from the island but that's it. Don't know if they're fucked or they're trying to get the main system at the control center working again. God knows what's happening on that island."

Reaching over to the knobs he tried changing channels to what was each squad's respective channels were. Beachfront was completely unresponsive no matter what he channel or frequency he changed to. The river teams were one he had a slightly smaller hope for but it was still there. With frustration starting to reach new levels he spun around the dial for it to cycle through random links. All varying forms of static, onsite communications or what was coming from the ship.

Except one.

One that was different from the others that Wilson immediately caught onto, "Hello, what do we got here..." he rotated the dials trying to get the frequency back and get a connection. When it became a lot more focused he tried the mic.

"This is basecamp Pena 1, does anyone read me, over."

"This is Bruce from River Squad 4!" A voice yelled from the speaker.

With a heavy relief of finally getting someone on the horn Wilson continued, "Roger that Bruce, what is your current location?'

"We're approaching basecamp and are 2 miles out. We have a serious injury here!"

With a quick glance to his friend that heard the conversation from the speaker he quickly got the message and ran out the truck back into camp.

"Roger that, we'll have the medical team waiting for you upon arrival. See you soon," tossing the headset on the desk Wilson leaped out of the truck to find the man in charge of the camp.

Offshore from Isla Pena and rapidly closing the gap the small boats flew across the water with their motors running hot to reach their target. In the lead boat with Bruce standing at the head, 2 men were working on trying to lessen and stop the bleeding from the man that had some time ago had taken a bullet from an AR-15 and wasn't dead, yet.

His breathing was becoming more and more labored. The skin was starting to become pale and he barely had any tension to his body whenever his leg, arm or head was moved. His shirt was already a lost cause with how red and soaked it was now but that didn't stop them from diving into their first aid kits to use all the bandaging they could to stem the flow.

"How's he doing back there?" Bruce called from the head of the boat. Watching as the lights of the transport ship came to view along with the camp.

"Not good, sir. He's bleeding out fast and rapidly losing concussions," one answered.

"At this rate, he'll be dead in the next hour." The other replied wiping his gloves free of any blood he could get off.

Shaking his head Bruce huffed then replied, "Keep at it. We're almost there."

Awaiting on the shore just below the camp, several men stood watching the horizon with 3 medics and a gurney as the boats speed towards them. Their lights shining in the darkness telling them how far they were to how close they were getting as Bruce's boat sped right up onto the beach. Getting pulled back some by the retreating wave Bruce immediately planted his boots into the sand; thankful that they had gotten back to base without much issue other than the obvious.

When the three medics came up to him he pointed over to the boat; 3 different guys having to carefully lift Alex over the edge of the raft as another stood by holding a soaked bandage. Pulling the gurney through the sand they place the man on top feeling it sink in the sand.

When the head medic out of the trio saw the state the man was in his actions in medical training kicked into overdrive, "Get him over to the med-tent, NOW!"

With as much care as they could they wheel the gurney through the camp. Trying to avoid hitting any rocks or holes that would jolt it to a sudden stop. Two medics were already trying to maintain the bleeding while running alongside them as one last turn brought them to a large tent that could easily house 30 people.

Bursting through the flaps it looked more like an actual mini-all in one hospital with an actual floor and walls with several cots and divider curtains. A small room with a sliding door that accessed a mini-operating room and along with one wall several cabinets of supplies.

While to many this would seem overkill even for an operation like this. After every incident for the past 30 years has resulted in more people coming in than out and the possibility of being mauled, clawed, bitten, dismembered, and so on made the company to make sure that had the best form of medical care they could throw on a crowded boat.

They immediately went to the operating room where the medics already there were quickly gearing up and prepping the station as the gurney went through with the door closing behind.

The team was then met with a few of the other medics that with there now being five in the operating room dealing with one person left the few remaining to deal with the others. The team themselves were directed to a temporary setting as they started to go through who had the least and worst injuries.

But as they went through the list of one had and the others did, a voice entered the tent. Making everyone turn and for some jump to their feet, straighten up and salute.

"Gentlemen."

"Major Moore, sir," Bruce announced as the major nodded to them to drop the salute

Major Moore was your topical military officer. Being Major he didn't have the same high level of authority for this operation as Coriss did it didn't stop him from being left in charge of the camp. He was an African-American that was a little on the short and rounded side of the spectrum but still had enough clear muscle tone that if you came at him he could easily put you in a chokehold on the ground crying uncle.

"At ease, men." He slowly walked in with two others following behind him. Eyeing each man he could see the exhausted look on each of their faces that was already telling him a story. "Heard you guys were coming back without Coriss. And that was after the fact that your squad and Coriss' unit hasn't made contact in the past five hours.

"Sir, I'm not sure you are going to believe what we have to tell-" the major held his hand up to stop Bruce.

"I'm very certain that you do. I want you all cleaned up and ready for debriefing in the hour."

"Yes, Sir." With a final salute, the men filed out towards their portion of the camp. Some jogging more to get there faster to try and calm their nerves and minds while the others were too exhausted to give the extreme pep in their step.

Once the men were gone, Moore turned his focus to the man that the doctors were rapidly trying to treat. His shirt was torn open revealing the massive hole torn through the guy's chest in a blotch of mangled flesh that had a pool of blood leaking from the removed patch. Despite seeing combat wounds, watching one doctor apply a quick pad to wipe the blood away so that could try and work easier, the hole he saw still made him flinch.

While he was interested in wondering what the hell happened on Nublar, finding out that this guy was found on that godforsaken island and got shot by something meant to help put down some of the biggest creatures on earth and still be alive as much as he was now made him want to know his story.

He trusted the doctors, they were good doctors. But he had serious doubts that no matter what they do the man on the table will survive by the next night.


Several Thousand Miles Away...

Northern California...

Near the coast of the Pacific just five miles away from Orick, in one of the many remote locations surrounded by thick, lush forests just some distance from a small bay, a mansion that would make many say that this is their ideal dream house stood tall and proud. Through the various glass roofs across the estate, the light that was coming from over the hills and trees from the morning sun brought about a beautiful beginning for the day.

However, a few stories below that grand mansion, the sun didn't shine. Artificial light was the only light below in brick and concrete walls and halls that spread out around the foundation into the subbasement. In one area that was separated in a prison-style holding complex with large cages lining each side of the walls on the bottom floor, the top held a massive lab that had several dozen scientists leaned over a computer screen, mixing samples and chemicals, conversing over different equations and methods on how to proceed with tests.

Near the back of the room where an elevator dinged with its doors opened stepped out Sir Benjamin Lockwood, who at the moment, was not a happy man.

Without any care in the world, he stormed through the lab weaving in between people and equipment. Nearly running into a cart of beakers that just further added water behind a weakening dam.

"WU!" He yelled looking for the head scientist of this operation.

The man in name was Dr. Henry Wu who was currently going over several plans in regards to new dinosaur clones they had gotten off of Nublar during the Indominus event. Since that night he's been trying to rebuild what John Hammond and he had started years ago when Hammond went to bring the world Jurassic Park. But now with no real restriction other than some funding and bits of resources paramount to him achieving what he saw as the bigger picture. The true problem was that this new project was still in the very early stages and was missing the first key element to really put it in motion.

Indominus DNA.

There was hope that even if the hybrid had died during the attack when it got pulled into the lagoon it skeleton was still able to be scavenged. Even just a tooth would be enough to get this new design off the ground. But until that was retrieved and brought here, his focus was on the wider spectrum of DNA that he still had access to.

"Yes, Mr. Lockwood?" he said in his usual calm demeanor that held an undertone that Loki would probably be happy to relate to.

"Why haven't we gotten any progress on the new assets." It wasn't as much of a question but more of a demanding statement.

Wu looked to Lockwood with an annoyed yet still calm look, "I assure you, Mr. Lockwood. Everything is currently smooth sailing. And it will only get better once the retrieval team brings up our needs assets and samples. Then true work on the prototype can begin."


I… really don't know what to say. This AN was written on 12/24/18 at 9:40 pm when this was still being written. I typed this before even getting halfway done with this chapter.

So if what this stands to reason. 3 Chapters, roughly 5,000+ words each, will possibly lead to the ending of this story after this chapter. I forced myself to gather everything for what would be one last push to finish this story after what will almost be 3 years.

Also think of this as some of a Labor Day gift.