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I don't own Jurassic Park in any way, shape, or form. For those that had been waiting patiently (or rather, IMPATIENTLY...) for the next chapter of the story, let me extend a thousand apologies for being so late with this new chapter. Many things had happened to me, such as the death of my sister, losing the recent chapters of this story on my computer, and moving to a new place. I had finished one story on this site, and had started another, so I'm still working on ten stories at a time, but some will be removed soon for the lack of interest by myself and others. Again, thanks for your understanding and enthusiasm for this story. Now, let the games begin!

Chapter 10

It seems that many hours had passed since Rose had been pulled from her pack's nest to talk with the search party. Though in reality, it had only been an hour and a half as both stories had been exchanged between the raptor girl and the people sent to look for survivors. Lizzy is amazed at how Rose had changed with her time with the pack, who seemed to have a better time understanding her sister than Lizzy had for all these years. Mily was surprised at the story with the triceratops kill, in which Zain almost didn't believe. When had Rose ever lower her own dislike for murder to do such a thing as kill, especially with such a large creature that could have killed her instead?

"I really should head back before I'm missed by my pack," Rose said at last, in which Lizzy starts protesting. "My sister, I know that you love me, but... I don't want my pack to think that I'm in some sort of trouble."

"We understand," Billy said in place of Lizzy, who looked at him with dislike. "I think that you should do what you want. Who knows, maybe it'll be important to know the life of a velociraptor pack for the world. Either way, we couldn't drag you with us. Oh." He reaches into his bag for some reason, and when he pressed something into her hands, it turns out to be a vocalizer of some type. "Ya know, you kind of need this more than us, and we have copies. It's to let you sound like your pack."

"Thanks," Rose said with a nod, slightly surprised. With a leap to her feet, she gave a small smile. "I hope to see you again soon enough," she adds before taking off with a speed that Lizzy never thought she'd see from the game-crazed sister.

"Did we really had to let her go back..?" Lizzy said this softly.

"Like Billy said," said Zain as he stands next to her, "we can't take her against her will. This is the happiest I've seen from her after quite some years." Lizzy sighs as though in defeat, knowing that he's right.

"That's our Rosie for us, though!" Mily said in a chirpy voice, making Lizzy give a small laugh.

"Let's load up and head back to the park, guys. We'll leave some stuff for Rose there to contact the civilized world in her own time, but we'll have to call up our pick-up. There's no other survivors, and even though the government may try to say that the girl should have came with us, which sane people would come here to try?"

"Like maybe, I dun know, us?" But they did load up the remaining stuff into the jeep and left the clearing. They've already told Rose in their conversation that they were leaving stuff for her at the park, so they've got nothing to worry about.

Rose arrives at the pack's nest, and she could see no one had bothered to wake up. After all, it's still twilight, which means to sleep. She walks over to Levine and curls up near the small nest, holding the vocalizer in her hands after slipping the cord around her neck. It took awhile to fall asleep, but when she finally did, she had a dream, but it wasn't of her family's death anymore. It's just of the jungle.

- - -

"You sure that there's no other survivors?" the radio badly squeaks out from the long-abandoned speakers.

"Affirmative."

"Pick-up will be sent to you and will arrive by tomorrow. But God, if only you've been sent sooner..." The radio cuts off without Billy answering that. Lizzy isn't in a good mood, but at least she's finally accepted her sister's decision.

"Alright, a 'copter will be here by the afternoon of tomorrow, so let's get some sleep." Billy walks into the room that they've set up their camp, being that it'll be better to have shelter indoors than out. They'll just have to keep watch for wondering residents of the building.

"How can we sleep with the fear of the roof collapsin' on top of us?" Kyle said as he keeps looking up at any sound.

"Chill, dude," Mily said with a laugh. Since Kyle is basically the only person besides herself, Lizzy, Zain and Billy, with no Roger or Percy to argue and no Johnson to grumble, Kyle has become her source of entertainment.

"If anything, you'll draw attention," Zain adds with a smirk. Kyle instantly falls silent. "Man, I was only kidding, Kyle. Don't take me seriously."

Billy just shakes his head at the lot of them. The death of three members doesn't deter them from having fun. Though, personally, he was glad of two of them being gone, which makes him feel a little guilty at such thoughts. They were good people, despite arguing over everything. But Johnson deserved it, so no love there.

"Just go to sleep," Billy said in good-nature as he took up first watch.

The day came and the helicopter arrived on time, just like the man on the radio promised, and things are starting to be packed into it, all the equipment. The jeep is getting left behind, since it's not deemed important and can be picked up another time. When it's finally time to leave, everyone slowly climbs into the helicopter, Lizzy last to board. Looking out the window, she could see the jungle as the copter starts rising. And there at the edge of the jungle stands Rose and the velociraptors, watching their departure. Rose waves as her other arm holds a small bird-like creature, the dimorphodon that she spoke of. What a strange departure Lizzy finds herself in, and she blinks a little as she waves back, even though Rose couldn't really see it.

News spreads on the internet like fire a mere week later. Rumors, exaggerated lies, and parts of the real facts spreading far and wide. Of course, it was after the report that a news station gave; there were no survivors except for one, and she's doing a study that no scientist had been able to do. But her name was never given, nor of what she's actually there for.

Lizzy gives a sigh as she relaxes on her couch, her kids playing on their Playstation. The only kid that isn't joining it is Rain, Lizzy's youngest, and she's on the computer having her own fun. Lara and Anna had been shocked of Rose's staying behind, but they eventually found it very cool of Rose to do and have started on projects and such. They've even tried to have their school do a 'Velociraptor Day,' though it didn't exactly lift off with the teachers. Lizzy merely had laughed in good-nature and just encouraged them to do as they would like to do.

"Hey good-lookin'," said someone as he enters the house, and it turns out to be Lizzy's husband, Wolf (his preferred nickname, of course). It feels weird for Lizzy to be just watching television after some weeks of trekking through a jungle... She finds it quite... well, boring. Maybe she'll adjust soon enough to the life at home until she's called for duty again. Lizzy had been given leave from her service until they call her back.

"Hi lover," she said with a laugh as he shuts the door and gives her a kiss. It's a rare thing to get since she's usually gone from home.

"Ya hear the recent rumors with your sister?" he asks as he goes to the fridge and gets a Mountain Dew. It's one of his favorite drinks and it usually requires them to buy a new pack every week.

"What about this time?"

"That she's a werewolf in disguise is an interesting one, though there's another that she's really running with a t-rex pack."

"Now that's crazy." Lizzy sighs to herself. Some people are just over imaginative at times.

"Heh, I thought that's what you'd think of them."

- - -

"A hunt on the island? You're nuts."

"But the best predators would be on that island, my dear Jiraz. My trophy collection would be small compared to the game with dinosaurs."

"But ma'am, one hunter had done the same thing, and had brought home a t-rex..."

"Who said about me bringing a live one?"

One woman is discussing a great option that she had considered for some years. But with the death of Hammond, the man who had brought the dinosaurs into living reality, there really isn't much to hold the African huntress, Lady Thornara van Dystrial, from heading to one of the two islands with the rare and ultimate game animals in the world. Of course the government would be a problem, but what they don't know can't hurt them. One of the many philosophies she was taught since she was young by her parents. She has long sweeping hair that is so ebony-black that some may think that she could bring the night to weep in envy, and her eyes are so dark orange that they were almost red. She was born in Africa, but her parentage were by two Americans that had made their profits by illegal deals, making them nearly millionaires. Her skin complexion is dark, but many people that meets her can tell that she is of the white liege. It's only dark because of her hunting trips, which started when she was eight and taken on those trips with her father.

"...O-of course you wouldn't, I didn't mean to imply that you would, mi'Lady..."

"Quite alright," she said softly as her eyes gleams with eager anticipation. "Now that you're finished babbling and tripping over your own sentences, please ready a plane with all the needed equipment. Coasta Rica government or not, I will have the ultimate hunting trip of the decade. Hire the best people for identifying the animals for me, so that I could figure which I would like to hunt for the most. This will be far more than a usual hunt, Mike, so get to it."

"Right away, mi'Lady." Jiraz makes a sweeping bow before he leaves the room that held all of the lady's trophies. Lions, jaguars, wildebeest (also known as gnu), rare specimen of just about every dangerous creature... Jiraz has never liked the woman's taste of 'hobby,' so to say, being that he hates killings. But being that he'd been in the service of the woman for five years, since the age of twelve, he had learned to never really contradict what she wants.

Jiraz pushes his wild red hair from his face as he sits in front of the computer to get everything ready. He has brilliantly-green eyes that shows intelligence. He usually wears a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt with a sleeveless steel-grey jacket over it, as well as a necklace that is of an strange symbol. He's usually outgoing, though when he's having to do errands for the woman, he has to keep a straight face - for more than one reason. How she really pushes his buttons, sometimes making him angry. But it's all in a job...

'A message from a friend,' he thought in surprise as he multitask's between everything, deciding to include checking his e-mail. He usually has a few messages, but this one is from a good friend named Zain. He lives in America and does a job in some sort of military. But he manages to be a freelancer and has more freedom than, say, more than half of America could. 'Seems he's back from the search.' He opens the e-mail and reads it quickly enough.

"Jiraz,

We've finally returned from the job on that 'classified' island. We weren't that successful, unfortunately, since many of the survivors had died from the plane crash. There is some good news, though as you know because of my line of work, I still can't say much on an e-mail or phone call. The government is silly about confidentiality and all that shit. Whenever you come visit over here, I can tell you more on that, but for now, let's just say that one of my close friends is alive and doing pretty well at last. When are you visiting, anyway? I know that employer of yours will find her way over here at one point again, or close to it. Reply back, and don't forget to check the roleplays every now and then, dammit! Whenever I get time off and look on them, it seemed you died. ;- _- Anyways, chat at you later, got another job to do and at least it's just a small one. –Zain"

Jiraz nearly laughs at Zain's implies of checking the roleplays on a site they are both on. Though Zain shouldn't be talking, considering that when he is taking a break, he's too busy relaxing doing something else. The red-haired man shakes his head. They're both about eighteen, but it seems that they've yet to outgrow roleplaying in the site. Aw well, habits die hard, and they've yet to do so.

From an quiet voice inquiring of his progress, Jiraz quickly closes his e-mails and starts typing at a fast pace. He doesn't need to get a cut from his paycheck, even though he's not too worried about it. But displeasing Thornara (Thorn is a nickname that she doesn't want to hear from those working under her, since the short name is for the saying 'thorn in my side') is very low on anybody's list of accomplishments...

- - -

It had become four months since the search party had left the island. Rose barely notices the time flying by as she continues to hunt with her pack for the everyday meals. She had visited the abandoned theme park a few weeks since she became the sole human on the land, to grab a few items that she needs such as a way to light a fire (fire-starters is far more useful and longer-lasting, and she's grateful for the said item), and clothes for cold nights. But otherwise, she became purely dependent on the wild.

'He's quite graceful in flight,' she thought as she watches her now full-grown dimorphodon fly through the sky, even though he's shaky of flapping at right times. This is his third flight, and at least he hadn't fallen because of a mistake in gaining altitude. He's also becoming less and less dependent on her, but she's happy that he always return to sleep in the same clearing. It's expected of a bird, even if it came from ancient times, to become independent.

Okaa is still the leader of the pack, though Rose is beginning to notice that one of the young velociraptors is becoming more and more like an leader instead of a follower. At three months, they've grown about the same size as the adults, and luckily for Rose, the one that is becoming sort of the next leader is quite attached to her just like Okaa and Levine had. A little surprising, since he's a male, but Rose had been around since he and all of his nest-mates hatched.

Rose made note of this in her personal journal of her life as a pack member. Apparently, Billy wasn't joking when he said she might be doing something important, and had left her many notebooks to write in. To keep up with her writing skills, she decided that she would keep notes on everything.

'"It seems that the male velociraptor, whom I've named as Sirus because of a particular splotch on his right hindleg that reminds me of the star, is quickly becoming the next authority of the pack. Okaa seems to have noticed this too, and seems to be encouraging it from my point of view. She has grayness around her eyes and on her tail, so maybe that's an indication of her age. Sirus had taken a part of the pack on some hunts at this point and effectively gave directions to the pack."' Rose looks up from her writing as Sirus trilled out to her and some of the members of the pack. Quickly placing the notebook into the bag that she uses that protect all the materials from all weather, she stands and joins the pack gathering around him. Okaa stands next to him, watching him as he continues to trill out orders. It seems it's time to hunt for the day. There's three new clutches of eggs now, one of them fathered by Sirus himself. When he turned his attention to Rose and gave some short orders, Rose gets the idea that she's to go with the scouting party. She had learned slowly of how to recognize certain noises from both Okaa and Sirus, such as distress, inquiring, happiness, and others that directs her in hunts and guarding the nest. Though if she makes a mistake, they somehow manage to correct her without having to resort to nipping her arm in distaste of what she just did. Somewhere in their minds, they know that sometimes she'll need to be told in a different way because she can't understand them.

Quickly staying with the group as they move through the jungle's trees with ease and grace, they come to a large clearing. And there stood a lone ankylosaurus, grazing. But it looks like it had been in a recent battle, and he was keeping weight off of one leg. Rose notes this well, thinking of ways of how to take advantage of the weakness. The bony-club of a tail is the major worry, but since it can't use one of its hindlegs to swing it properly and with a large force, it should be a fairly easy hunt.

Sirus chirps out to Rose and a few others, and they move swiftly to one side, and another part of the group moves to the other, trapping their prey on both sides and from the front. The front brigade runs at the ankylosaur, who bleats out in fear and challenge. It tries to charge the attackers head-on, but its leg makes him go down, exposing himself to the attack. At Sirus's command, both side teams sweep in on the prey's sides, and the ankylosaur begins to panic. It cries out as it swings its tail to the left side, all of the velociraptors easily evading it. The ones in front tears at its momentary-exposed throat, making it rear back in a futile attempt to keep the attackers at bay.

Rose rushes in as the creature was still on two legs, her knife out and slashing at its already-injured leg, slicing through muscles that allows the ankylosaur to use it. It roars out in pain as it lost control of the leg altogether and begins to fall to its side, Rose diving out of the way at the last minute. Landing on its side, Rose knew that it was all over for the creature, her pack now able to reach the weak spots that quickly silenced the ankylosaur. Rose goes to one section of the creature that hadn't been flanked by her pack to rip meat out, slicing many pieces out until there was enough for her to last a week, beginning to carry it all back to the nest. The other velociraptors have started forward and went right by her, though Okaa gave her a nuzzle into her hair before going with the rest of the pack.

Before she could reach the tree-line, she heard a rumble that apparently the rest of the pack had heard, all of them snapping their heads to the sky. They all missed the sight of whatever it or they was, and it continues to rumble even though it fades.

'Was that a plane or something?' Rose thought in confusion. Surely no human is flying over the island, much less land. Could they? With her heart pounding, and not from the recent hunt, Rose slowly starts walking again to her and her pack's nest. She sincerely hopes that no human is coming to the island... Because if they are, then it's for an reason that'll be bad for any dinosaur, predator or herbivore... And for her case, a human-raptor.

Well, about five pages of good stuff, wouldn't you say? XD It seems more trouble is on the way, and I can't say anymore about it. See you next chapter! And remember: Give me reviews!