The Tyrannosaurus walked across Isla Nublar, patrolling her territory. She strongly inhaled, slowly swinging her head back and forth. The smell of another carnivore filled her nostrils. But what was it? Metriacanthosaurus...? Proceratosaurus...? Herrerasaurus...? She was not close enough to tell. The Velociraptor had never stayed in her territory long, the Dilophosaurus and Segisaurus were nothing she actively worried about. The Baryonx had wondered into her territory out of curiosity once. It quickly regretted that decision upon meeting her and her 60 teeth, and hastily retreated back across the river. The T. rex finally reached the pile of scat. She sniffed, and growled. Definitely Metriacanthosaurus. She snorted and roared, letting it echo throughout the island. Something roared back... Now she was really irritated. She had been the queen of this island for several years. She wasn't loosing that title to some...some... She snarled, her blood boiling. She let out another roar, and set off in the direction of her opponent.

Now she was enraged. The Metria was toying with her. She'd roar, and it would roar back. But it kept changing position. First it was north of her, then it was east. Then the roar came from the southwest. She shook herself and grunted. What was happening here...? How was it moving so quickly? There was only one of them, she was sure of that. The T. rex had worn herself out, and decided going any further was going to drive her insane. Then she realized, that's exactly what it wanted. She'd be running around so much she'd forget about food and starve, to honed in on getting to the enemy. She was done chasing what didn't what to be caught. The T. rex smelled the air again. A carcass was not too far off. But it smelled of something she had not caught a whiff of in a very long time. It wasn't a dinosaur... It smelt strange, yet oddly familiar. What did it smell like? She walked towards it, entranced. Like a moth to a flame, the essence of dead animal beckoned her.

She was now in the glade again, the Gallimimus flock had been there not too recently. But that definitely wasn't the smell. As she got closer, the familiar half of the smell sparked a memory in her.

She lay in her paddock, curled up on the ground. The warm dirt tried to drag her deep into slumber, but her hunger quickly banished any thought of sleep. It was about time for the food to appear in her enclosure. Where was it? As if on cue, a mechanical noise made her head lift up. A small furry creature arose out of the ground, tied to a post. It gave a feeble bleat. The T. rex rose up to her full height. Goat... The small, furry animal began to buck and pull against its tether. The Tyrannosaurus sniffed it, her huge breath making its ears flap in the wind. Despite her aching hunger, she wasn't compelled to eat. She wanted it to run... She wanted to hunt... She opened her mouth and bit the restraint, it snapped in half. The goat tumbled over itself, and then got up and ran. She gave a satisfied growl and ran after it. The goat hugged the fence line. The T. rex butted with its head, sending it flying. It landed on the ground and gave a distressed cry, its front leg broken from the fall. The Tyrannosaurus quickly scooped it up in its jaws and bit down. The crunch of bone...the taste of warm blood on her tongue... It drove her wild and she swallowed the goat whole. She returned to the place the goat had appeared and sniffed around. There didn't seem to be another appearing anytime soon so she returned to her post on the ground. She waited...

The Tyrannosaur finally saw the carcass. There was already two Proceratosaurus poking around it. The T. rex roared, asserting her dominance. The pair of basal Tyrannosaurs quickly retreated into the tree line. The Metria roared a distance of. She snorted and ignored the challenge. She sniffed the goat carcass, the scent somewhat comforting but at the same time it didn't give her the same predatory feeling as when she caught the scent of a Parasaurolophus or a juvenile Triceratops. But something else was there, masked by the scent of the dead carcass letting of gases and other decaying smells. But food was food, and she picked it up in her jaws, tossed it in the air, and swallowed it. She knew almost instantly it was a mistake. The world swayed once again and she could barely stand. To avoid the fall she crouched down. Only know did she realize that she should have questioned where it came from. She began to panic, but she couldn't move. Out in the open, vulnerable. And with the Metriacanthosaurus getting bolder... Was she about to be knocked off her pedestal at the top of the food chain...?

She finally began to stir. Where was she? What had happened? She stood up. She was in a small paddock, much smaller than the one she had been in before. She could get to the other side in less than 20 strides. Captured, once again. She roared in anger. The Metria, did not roar back. She ran to the other end, throwing herself into the wall. Again and again, over and over. Anything to get out, to be free once more. Not be held back by these damned walls. She roared. A metal pterosaur soared above her.

"She's beautiful!" Masrani screamed over the pocketa-pocketa-pocketa of the chopper's blades. "She'll be the main attraction, just like she was born to be! The visitors will live her!"

"Seems, a bit disoriented. I'm glad they didn't overdose her with the drugs in that goat. She didn't even go that far." Hoskins said quietly. "The tracking device implanted in it was totally wasted. I'm not using that once it comes out of her..."

"Don't be so down Vic! This is good news!" Simon rubbed his hands together. "InGen left us something to work with."

hiddengrotto14: Okay, that's it. Final chapter. I didn't realize that people would like chapter one that much, and thanks to the comment of someone I decided to do this chapter. I'm going to do another story, but I'm going to check if someone has already done one on the topic first. If they have, the story isn't happening. Thanks for all who favorited, commented, and even just read the story!