Rampage

"Hey, little bro, can't catch me!" Peregrine taunted as he dashed through the borken door and into the ship's hallways.

"What!" Zeal cocked his head at the turn of events in the confrontation. One second he and Peregrine were glaring at one another, and now Peregrine was sprinting down a hallway taunting him. Zeal was about to attemp to decipher the odd event but thought better of it. It wasn't worth his brain power, so instead he gave chase to his deliquent brother. The hallways were narrow and were made more narrow by the rows of lockers that sat along the walls; along with the cabinets, chairs, and wooden crates which made it difficult for Zeal to gain speed to catch Peregrine. In fact, Peregrine was slowly pulling away. Most likely because he was jumping over and around the things in his way while Zeal simply rushed through them, knocking them about. Interestingly enough, there were no people in sight down the hallway. "Turn and fight!"

"I'll think about it." Peregrine humored with a snort.

"You coward!" Zeal screeched. In his frustration, Zeal slashed a gash into a nearby red object that hung on the wall using his toe claws. White foam exploded with pressure from the red cylindrical object which in turn sent the red object flying off the wall and dead center into Zeal's snout. "Setides zangtos!" Zeal cursed in the Ancient language. He picked up the red object and threw at Peregrine, blaming him for his outburst.

'CLUNK' "Oww! What the?" Peregrine caught the object that bounced off his head in mid-air. He turned to see Zeal had stopped chasing him. His face was contorted in a frown, but there looked to be a satisfied structure to his features at hitting his brother on the head. "Seriously? You're chucking fire extinguishers at me now?" Peregrine growled holding up the red object with three slahes through it.

"It made you stop didn't it!" Zeal burst toward Peregrine, claws ready to draw blood.

"Not a chance." Peregrine gripped his claws into the three gashes of the extinguisher, and with precision aim, rolled it at Zeal's feet. The younger raptor's charge was abruptly halted when he tripped over the fire extinguisher. He slid jaw first across the ground with his tail in the air until he bumped into a wooden crate a few feet between him and Peregrine. However, Peregrine didn't give Zeal the chance to recover before he was already running down the hall again.

"Underhanded tactics." Zeal hissed, flipping to his feet.

"You started it." Peregrine shouted over his shoulder, putting more distance between him and Zeal.

"And I'll finish it too." Zeal noticed the walls were lined every so many yards with a fire extinguisher. He dashed to the nearest one. With a quick analysis on Peregrine's speed and distance, Zeal slashed the fire extinguisher off the wall. It flipped through the air with ridiculous velocity. It was expelling white foam from the claw gashes the whole time, which apparently made it increase it's speed to it's predestined target.

The moment before the extingusihers impact, Peregrine turned to say, "You keeping up little bro?" The fact that he looked over his shoulder for his taunt was the very reason Peregrine was able to avoid the incoming fire extinguisher by leaning out of the way. His gaze followed the red blur as it crashed into the far opposite door of the hallway. "Two can play at this game." Peregrine snarled bitterly. Without halting his run, Peregrine kicked a fire extinguisher to his right. It flew in an erratic pattern towards Zeal, but the young raptor avoided the projectile with ease, and in retalliation slashed two more fire extinguishers at Peregrine as he gave chase to his brother. Peregrine dodged both by crouching, and then batted an extinguisher off the wall. Zeal grabbed an extinguisher near him and threw it to intercept the oncoming one. The red projectiles collided with a metallic ring and fell to the floor.

"Quit running and fight me!" Zeal roared as he kicked off a set of lockers to clear an overturned cabinet.

"Convince me." Peregrine challenged. They both were about to reach the door at the end of the hall soon anyway. "And I promise I'll turn and fight."

"How about you quit being a COWARD and just fight!" Zeal kicked another extinguisher off the wall. This one bounced from wall to wall before it was swatted back at Zeal by Peregrine's dexterous tail. Fortunately for Zeal the extinguisher never reached anywhere near him. The 62 mile per hour flying object was intercepted by the head of a crewman that was poking his head into the hallway from behind a closed door to see what all the commotion was about. His death was instant the moment the fire extinguisher bashed his head.

Peregrine came to a stop when he glanced over his shoulder to see the human face down in a puddle of his own blood leaking from his skull. Zeal had already stopped running prior to the man's death to avoid hitting the open door. Zeal placed his right foot on the dead man's back, and tapped his sickle claw a few times while shaking his head as if to say 'Tsk, Tsk'.

"Poor precision makes for a poor hunter." Zeal's grin was cruel. Peregrine said nothing; he just scowled. He knew it wasn't truly his fault the unarmed man died, but there was no need for Zeal to mock his death.

"Hey Jack, you okay over out there?" Another human called from inside the room the man had walked out of. Zeal bared his rows of dagger-like teeth in a devilish grin that spread across his features. Peregrine growled in fury at the human's mistake of making itself known. Before Peregrine could even dash to the human's aide, Zeal was already dragging a kicking and screaming woman into the hallway by her shirt collar. She probably didn't even know what hit her since Zeal had used his Perfect Timing to grab her. Zeal kicked the woman in the gut, making her gasp for air and temporarily silencing her.

"How's this for convincing you to fight?" Zeal laughed maniacally.

"The female's not even armed, Zeal! She's not a threat." Peregrine started to advance on his brother.

"Don't dare come closer." Zeal moved his foot to the woman's throat. His killing claw scratched the skin of her neck enough to draw blood. Peregrine froze as soon as the scent of the blood wafted past his nostrils.

"Come on, bro, this is not the Zeal that Wiesen told me about." Peregrine tried to reason. "You don't use innoccent creatures in a fair fight."

"THAT ZEAL IS GONE!" Zeal roared at Peregrine. The woman began to struggle again at the ferocity of the raptor's roar. Zeal kicked the woman in the gut again to cease her movement, and this time he kept his foot on her abdomen. "So don't pretend you know me because of the words of some old foolish fawltreheol." He slowly sank his killing claw an inch into the soft tissue of the woman's gut, and then witdrew his claw slowly. An ear splitting scream came from the distressed woman. "Convinced yet?" Zeal grinned cruely.

"YES! Now leave her be, so we can get back to our confrontation." Peregrine spoke through gritted teeth.

"Thought so." Zeal remarked, removing his foot from the woman.

The woman had a look of utter fear and confusion. She wasn't sure if she was being let go or toyed with by the dinosaurs. When she layed there a little too long, though, the red raptor that had assaulted her bent low to her level and hissed a long and raspy tone in her face as if to say, 'Beat it, or die.' The curling tounge and saliva dripping from its teeth was more than enough motivation for the woman to jump to her feet and dash back into the room. She slammed the door behind herself and locked it, though she doubted it would help if the creature really wanted to come after her. She sank to the floor holding her hand over her small stab wound in relief that she was indeed alive.

XXXXXX

"Let me run through this whole thing again to make sure I got this right." Grant said after he listened to the military man's explanation. "Every dinosaur on Isla Nublar is a 100 percent dinosaur; no frog DNA."

"That's right." The military man nodded.

"And each one has some kind of genetic ability that makes it faster and stronger." Grant continued. "Strong enough to break down steel doors and fast enough to be nearly invisible to the naked eye."

"Yes."

"And the scientists that researched this fact discovered that these super abilities are stored, and passed down in the animals' DNA. And you said they also discoverd that the animals' bodies can produce their own lysine since they use excessive amounts of it to perform these abilities." Grant rubbed his finger into his temples. "I got it right so far Mr. Military Man?"

"So far, yes, that about sums up what I've told you already. And I told you, my name is Alexander Mills; Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Mills."

"Well, Mr. Military Man, it doesn't add up. They shouldn't be able to produce their own lysine without certain foods." Grant pointed out, stubbornly avoiding calling the man by his rank and name.

"Well apparently dinosaurs can, Dr. Grant. Exactly how, we don't know. InGen scientists are still working on that one. But now you see why Hammond bred them lysine deficient, and made sure their diet contained propotionaly very little of it."

"Yeah...I see." Grant stared out the window of the control room. The storm was kicking as strong as ever. The lightning had stopped, though, but the wind and rain hadn't let up in the slightest. Out of no where an interesting question popped into Grant's mind which he believed would settle his willingness to believe the man. "Just curious, how would one go about being positive that the dinosaurs are using their super lysine ability?"

"Though they are confident all dinosaurs can use it, our scientist have only seen six species use the ability so far. Three carnivores and three herbivores. I was breifed that you have encountered at least four of the species; Tyrannosaurus, triceratops, velociraptor, and dilophosaurus." Grant nodded to say the man was correct. "The easiest way to tell is body coloration. For example, T-rex and velociraptor both turn a red tint color when their body activates the extra use of lysine for the ability."

"That explains what I saw." Grant mumbled to himself.

"What's that?" Mills raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing, nothing." Grant waved a dismissve hand. "But I am starting to get the feeling that you wanted to do more than interrogate me."

"Why do you say that?" Mills grinned knowingly.

"Since when does the military tell anyone anything about a dire situation unless they want something from them?" Grant asked rhetorically.

"Indeed." The man laughed. "No need to keep you completely in the dark anymore, is there?"

"No, there isn't." Grant grimaced. "So what do you want?

"Before we get to that I want to ask you a question." Mills looked deadly serious. "So tell me, Dr. Grant, as an expert on just about everything dinosaurs, what is the worst case scenerio of two of these red super ability raptors encountering each other aboard this ship in a room filled with concentrated lysine doses at their disposal."

"Two? You said there was only one red raptor on board, and it was in the cargo hold."

"Yes, but I also said another raptor followed you aboard. And before I came in here I was told that it had been last encountered by the crew in the freezer storage which is right next to the cargo hold entrance." Grant's face deadpanned. "What is it?" Grant didn't respond. His eyes seemed to be gazing into nothingness. "Dr. Grant what is it?" Mills sounded more urgent. Grant still didn't respond. "DR. GRANT!"

"Alright, I hear you!" He finally responded.

"I need your cooperation here, Dr. Grant. I have two very unstable creatures down in a cargo hold near a room with pretty much an infinite supply of lysine for them to eat and power their little primal ability or whatever the hell it is. And on top of that, there are scattered boxes of the stuff in the cargo hold too. I need to know what these monsters are capable of."

Dr. Grant breathed deeply before speaking again. "Since the raptor's were bred lysine deficient they will likely be drawn to the smell of any concentrated doses of it. I can only assume ingesting a large enough amount would make them go berserk and slaughter anything in their path as well as try to kill each other." Grant paused for a brief second to mumble some thoughts to himself, then he continued on. "Such high doses of lysine could possibly even make them stronger and faster than what you've already described...They would be untouchable. But this is all just an assumption." Grant finished.

"Shouldn't eating all of those high doses kill them, or atleast slow them down?"

Grant shook his head. "Not if their bodies are designed to produce such high amounts so readily."

"Do you atleast have an idea of maybe some sort of weakness they might have? Something that'll make killing them easier?" Grant shook his head again.

"Why don't you just go in there and shoot them with a thousand blazing guns. You certainly have enough men and guns for it."

"I've tried that with the first one!" Mills slammed his fist into the wall. "And every single man was killed. Trying it again would be pointless, especially with two raptors now." Mills started to pace around the room. Grant watched in silent amusement at the man's frustration.

"So what you're telling me is that they're pretty much invincible?" Grant laughed. It was more of a laugh of desperation to make the situation feel a little less hopeless than of actual humor.

"Pretty much." Mills growled. "Any suggestions?" He asked through clenched teeth, clearly pissed off.

"Evacuate the boat." Grant chuckled.

"A comedian, huh?" The military man tightened his hands into fists. A knock on the door prevented Mills from responding to Grant's sarcastic suggestion. He yanked open the door and yelled, "WHAT!" into the face the Srgt before him.

"Dr. Alice is on line seven, she's requesting to talk to you." The Sergeant held a satellite phone towards the man. He snatched the phone away and slammed the door in the Srgt's face. "This is better be worth it!" The man's roared into the phone. There was a long pause. "THEY ATTACKED YOU! How's Jack, is he-" There was another long pause. The man sighed. "They're headed where? FUCK! We're in deep shit!...No he's with me, he's safe...really now...on camera too, huh?" Mills turned to Grant and smiled deviously. "Don't worry, I'll get someone down there to you to escort you back up here...Alright. See you soon." The man pressed the end call button on the phone and set it down. "That was our top InGen scientist. She's on the ship as well. She'll be here in a few minutes."

"Can't wait to meet her." Grant lied. He honestly couldn't care less. He just wanted to go home.

"She had some...interesting things to say about you too. Things that we shall discuss whe she is here with us, along with the real reason that I am holding you here." The man grinned his devious grin once more. Grant knew that twisted face couldn't mean anything good for his self.

XXXXXX

Peregrine ducked under a kick and flipped backwards onto a fallen cabinent. Zeal rushed and tried to tackle him, but Peregrine jumped back further to avoid him. His tail was practically touching the door now. "I'm starting to think this fight has become moot!"

"Shut up, and fight back." Zeal demanded. "I don't care if it's an eternity to till one of us hits the other. I will prove I am the greater fawltreheol!"

"Your twisted and warped mind is starting to really piss me off." Peregrine side-stepped two claw slashes.

"You're one to talk." Zeal kicked the fallen cabinet. Peregrine braced his tail on the door and stopped the cabinet from crushing him. "Your ego must be inherited by our father seeing as how you have the same low intelligence."

Peregrine hissed rage. "You...well...ARGH!" Though he seemed to lacked a sensible comeback. He said the first thing that he could formulate in words. "YOUR MOTHER!" Peregrine shot back as he kicked the cabinet back at Zeal.

"FOOL!" Zeal flipped over the cabinet. Peregrine took the chance to slide under him, so now Zeal would be the one cornered against the door. "We share the same mother!" Zeal said once he turned to face Peregrine. "Your're probably just as weak as she was too." At that moment, Peregrine snapped. He remembered their parents vividly and refused to hear more insults of their good names. For the next few minutes, Peregrine knew he was going to briefly give himself to his rage.

"SHUT UUUUUUUPPPP!" Peregrine charged into Zeal roaring a battle cry. Zeal roared back with open arms as he let his brother tackle him with unfathomable force through the steel door. The unruly raptors rolled in a uncontrolled tumble into the room, arms locked together and snapping at each others heads. A fury of missed kicks and bites continued on as each tried to remain atop the other for an advantage. It wasn't until an all too familiar scent wafted past Zeal's nose that he was distracted brief enough for Peregrine to kick him off his body and into a stack of metal containers with the black skulls and cross bones on them. Zeal's figure disappeared into the piles and piles of containers, but it could be heard that he was definately crash landing.

"By the armor of Nexcreeg." Peregrine heard Zeal say from on the other side of the containers. He could also hear him inhale long, deep breaths. "I hit the jackpot."

Me: Here is Part 2 of Rampage. As you can probably see there will be a Part 3.

Zeal: Good, cause this fight isn't over yet.

Peregrine: *pulls plunger off face* I agree...as long as I'm not hit with any more of *looks at plunger* these things.

Me: I make no promises. I'll leave that up to Apocalypse Survivor.

Peregrine: Argh!

Me: Anywho...on to less disgusting things. Prototron MJ Tornada brought up a question I've been meaning to address- to answer your question; No, the dinosaur language is not a real one. It is one I created out of my own imagination. Though some words are influenced by latin, and others have relation to mordern words.

Zeal: And some Saurilied words are modern ones simply turned backwards.

Peregrine: Though there are only a select few words that are simply modern ones turned backwards. Others like duom and sun are simpler to figure out, since they mean doom and son. Simply enough, right?

Me: This is true. I've made this language and it's alphabet up in 6th grade and have continued to improve upon it ever since. I have even created a dictionary for most of the words and grammar. I also constucted the symbols for the 26 letters of the alphabet.

Peregrine: Yeah, so we ask you to please not use the words in other stories or such without the author's permission.

Zeal: A lot of time and hours have been spent on them. Please and thank you.

Me: Other than that little spiel I don't have much else to say. I would like to talk about the chapter, but I think I'll leave most questions unanswered this time.

Peregrine: Wait! I have something to- mph mphmph!

Me: Was sticking the plunger back on his mouth necessary?

Zeal: No...but it is very effecient at keeping him quiet.

Peregrine: *struggles with plunger* Mfff! Mfffmph!

Zeal: Well, mostly quiet anyway.

Me: I assume you want to be the one saying thank you his time?

Zeal: *nods*

Me: Go ahead.

Zeal: Thank You all, thank you all. I cannot express the gratitude we have for your continued reading. You, my dear faithful readers, make this all worth while. Without your constant support A Raptor's Tale would be but a dream in the dust.

Me: Okay, now your getting a little dramatic, don't you think?

Zeal: Alright, alright. But we do appreciate all you guys. Any constuctive criticism is always welcomed. We thank you for all your favs, alerts, messages and reviews.

Me: And a special thanks to zozaz for pitching ideas my way to construct this chapter, which were indeed gold.