Toxins and Doggies
Author's Note: Warning, this chapter contains intense cussing.
Nedry ran as fast as his fat legs could carry him. Damn. He'd gotten so little exercise over the past few years that he couldn't even run properly!
Damn this park.
He'd signed Hammond's contact to be a 'Costa Rican resort computer technician', despite the abstract and rather meaningless words on the contract. It was a mistake he greatly regretted.
Hell, he could have been at home, enjoying Baywatch and a hot cup of coffee, but was running his ass off on this godforsaken, dinosaur-infested island!
Truly, life sucked.
He ran, pushing aside various plants, to find himself near a road. He silently rejoiced, knowing that all of the roads on the island were inter-connected. Wherever he walked, he knew he'd end up at the helipad.
No one knew that Dennis James Nedry was a qualified helicopter pilot.
It had all started on the day his abusive father had sent him to military school.
Flashback
"Dennis! You nerdy bastard, come here!" bellowed a drunken, obese man on a couch surrounded by beer bottles.
A malnourished, skeletally thin boy with oversized(and repeatedly fixed back together) spectacles appeared in the doorway, "Yes, dad?"
Mr. Nedry burped loudly. Holding up an official-looking letter, he had asked, "What is this!"
"I…I think it's my certificate," replied a trembling 13 year old Dennis Nedry.
"CERTIFICATE? WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO DESERVE THIS?" shouted his alcoholic father.
Dennis' legs were now literally feeling like jelly. They were trembling so fast, he was swaying from left to right, "I completed a computer course with honors, dad."
"COMPUTER COURSE? YOU SKELETAL FUCK, COME HERE!" yelled his father, getting off the couch and picking up a rolled up newspaper on the floor.
Dennis squeaked in horror, his legs folding under him. He pushed his back against the wall, hoping to heaven that whatever Gods there were up there would help him. His father approached menacingly, with a speed that belied his size and age, the somehow sinister rolled up newspaper in his hands seeming to radiate fear.
He'd returned to consciousness 2 hours later. Damn, who new newspapers could cause so much damage? His dad always used them.
Newspapers never left any abuse marks.
His dad entered the room, smirking evilly. "You're going to military school," he said, his thick lips spitting the words out with relish.
Dennis could only gape in shock as his father, now smiling sadistically, continued, "You're never coming back."
End of Flashback
Nedry's eyes stung with tears at the memory. He hadn't loved his father, but his father was the one with custody of his mother.
She had been driven insane by his father.
He'd come back from school and as usual, start to prepare lunch for him and dad. Mom was a working mum. Hearing shouts from his parents' room, he'd gone over, out of curiosity, to investigate.
He had seen his father bashing his mom's head with incredible force, with a hair-dryer.
A hair-dryer isn't much, but when it hits a certain spot, damage can be done. His mom's speech centers, cerebellum, and various other cranial nerves had been irreversibly damaged by the brutish impact of the hair-dryer in his father's hands.
She'd gone mad, paralyzed, mostly blind, and spoke with a stutter.
She didn't even remember who was Dennis, her son.
He never saw her again once he had gone to military school.
Shaking his head and wiping his eyes, he sighed. Holding on to his past wouldn't help him now.
Where WAS that damn chopper!
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Dodgson groaned. Though the Gallimimus had left him alone, he was now feeling sick from inhaling a strange gas that had come out from a concealed air well not to far away from where he lay. He had vomited thrice, and was feeling severely dehydrated.
Hearing footsteps, he turned his head to face the newcomer.
Nedry crashed into the clearing like the obese (and highly stupid) gorilla that he was.
"Nedry…," called Dodgson weakly. Screw the fact that he was an obese, stupid gorilla, he could help.
"Dodgson!" said Nedry, sounding disbelieving and muffled through his oxygen mask.
HIS OXYGEN MASK!
Dodgson's mind raced. He realized that if Nedry and presumably Jurassic park's other inhabitants were wearing gas masks, this would mean that the strange gas might've been toxic.
Dodgson thought himself too young, too enterprising, too potentially rich, and not to mention too handsome to die.
"Give me your mask," growled Dodgson, his dehydrated voice sounding surprisingly menacing.
Nedry stared at him with angry-looking eyes. "I'm NOT handing over this mask. You were prepared to jeopardize my life, not to mention other people's lives, by coming here. If you think I'm going to give you my mask, FUCK YOU!" replied Nedry, kicking Dodgson in the face.
As he groaned from the pain, Dodgson decided to find out more about why Nedry had fallen out with BioSyn. "Why did you terminate our contract! Your coworkers don't care about you. Hammond underpaid you, anyway!" gasped Dodgson, before he threw up all over the ground.
Nedry glared at him, "My coworkers DO care for me. I 'll have you know that they were the ones who backed me up against Hammond when I demanded a pay raise. YOU EAT SHIT, DODGSON!" Nedry proceeded to step on Dodgson's fingers, snapping them. Dodgson screamed in pain, lying in a puddle of his own vomit and blood.
Nedry looked around, hoping for a signboard. Seeing one, he rushed over to it, but it merely stated, "SERENNA VERIFORMANS- JURASSIC ERA FERNS. THIS FERN IS HIGHLY TOXIC, WITH THE SPORES CONTAINING DEADLY BETA-CARBOLINE ALKALOIDS. DO NOT TOUCH!" Nedry got an idea. Using a nearby banana plant leaf to protect his hands, he plucked out some of the deadly fronds. Running over to Dodgson, he triumphantly shouted, "This is for destroying my work, my dedication, and my workplace!"
He then stuffed the fronds into Dodgson's mouth, and held the lips together while pinching Dodgson's nose, forcing him to swallow. He laughed, "Eat, you Doggie!"
Dennis Nedry was not a murderer, but he HAD left Dodgson to die of poisoning there.
Justice was always served.