Twilight Sparkle
"It's okay Twilight, you can look now. It's over." Said Ellie Sattler.
The group sat in astonishment, watching the two rexes eat their mid-day meal. The sight was mind-boggling to Grant, who thoroughly enjoyed the prospect of dinosaur eating habits. To others like Jessica and Twilight, it was disturbing. Staring shockingly at the carcasses being fed on, Twilight shuddered loudly.
"Those things... they're eating the bodies..." She said in disbelief.
Grant smirked and spoke like an interested teacher giving a lecture to a class.
"Yeah, notice how it eats. The hunting maneuvers were flawless. Cooperation between male and fema-"
"Alan!" Said Sattler in a disapproving tone.
The group was quiet for a moment before Malcolm piped up and clapped his hands together.
"Well, we better get going before we turn into dinosaur chow. Hammond is going to get it when I find him." He said as he gestured to Grant's GPS.
"Speaking of the old bastard, he's just on the other side of this field. As you can see, we're not going to be able to cross it. We go around." Grant said as he led the group to his right.
"Who is Hammond? What's his role in all of this?" Asked Twilight.
"John Hammond, is the one behind all of these dinosaurs. A couple years back, he presented this ridiculous idea to Ingen. Feeling a profitable turnout on the edge of the horizon, those selfish dirt bags agreed and gave authorization for Hammond to create these monsters." Malcolm said in disgust.
Ellie shook her head in disappointment and spoke.
"To think, something so beautiful could turn out so horrible." Ellie tsk-ed.
"I'm guessing this isn't the first time you've seen them up close?" Asked Twilight.
Gerry Harding chuckled.
"Close? That's not close, try having a Velociraptor chasing you down. I swear I can still feel the breath on my back from those things." He said.
Peter Langston treaded alongside them in silence, still in utter shock from what he had just witnessed. A Velociraptor? Those feathered things he used to read about in his scholastic books looked scary enough on the page let alone entertaining the thought of being chased by one.
"Dad? I don't want this to turn into the park again." Jessica said as she huddled close to her father.
"Don't worry Jess, I wont let anything happen to you. What made you stow away in my bag in the first place anyway?" Gerry asked.
Kicking the dirt with her feet, Jessica spoke in a guilty tone without looking up at her father.
"Well, I just figured you were going to go on another cool adventure. You know that mom isn't exactly the coolest person around." She said.
"Adventure? Jess, we could've been killed last time! This isn't some arcade game that you can just restart when you die! We're in serious danger out here so I want you to start being more responsible if you want to prove to me that you can handle yourself on your own." Gerry scolded.
An awkward silence followed, and the group didn't speak for a long time after that. Rounding the edge of the plain opposite the side the man ran into, Grant checked his GPS to pinpoint Hammond's location.
"Alright, we're halfway there. He's about two hundred meters away from us through the foliage." He said.
John Hammond
Perched on a platform high above the field on the opposite side of the sauropod enclosure, John Hammond observed the Gallimimus milling about in the pasture one hundred yards away from him. Behind him on the high-hide stood two of his personal assistants, Claire Long and Bruce Grimes.
"Bruce? Be a lad and hand me the binoculars please." Said Hammond.
"You got it chief!" The young attendant said spryly as he gave Hammond the industrial-grade eyepieces.
Claire sat at the other end of the platform typing away on her laptop, absorbed in her work as she documented the fascinating sightings displayed before her.
"Hey Mr. Hammond, when's Frank getting back?" Asked Bruce.
Frank Clarkson was away on a scouting mission collecting data on the Stegosaurs that inhabited the southern edge of the island. Clarkson, a middle-aged ambitious paleontologist, was thrilled to be on the island and instantly volunteered to head off on his own.
"He should return in a few hours. Don't worry, he's a resourceful young man. I'm sure he can handle himself." Reassured Hammond.
A loud roar erupted from the fields beyond the forest behind them, causing the people in the high-hide to drop what they were doing and stare at the foliage behind them. Taking up the binoculars, Hammond spotted a group of Tyrannosaurs helping themselves to the corpses of some dead Brachiosaurs.
"Oh no, the Tyrannosaurs are getting closer. Mr. Hammond, I suggest we relocate before they get any nearer." Said Claire in worried voice.
"Relax Ms. Long. Besides, where on earth are we going to relocate to? The trailer with the transponder was crushed two days ago." Said Hammond, glaring at Bruce as he spoke the last sentence.
Bruce brought his hands up in defense.
"Hey! How was I suppose to know that Triceratops was going to charge? Just be glad that the boat is coming in a few days to pick us up." Said Bruce.
"Um, Mr. Hammond? What is that?" Asked Claire, pointing to the dark figures entering from the other side of the filed.
Moving his gaze from Bruce to the tree-line on his left, Hammond actually spotted the newcomers quite easily.
"Dear god! It's Dr. Grant! Ms. Sattler and Dr. Malcolm are here too!" Exclaimed Hammond.
But something was off. Not only did Gerry Harding trail behind them with his daughter and an armed gunman, but they were also accompanied by a strange purple horse. It had a tattoo on it's flank and a horn protruding from the base of it's forehead. He was about to make a remark about the strange group member when another group of dinosaurs emerged from the opposite edge of the grassland, slowly making their way toward the Gallimimus on the other end.
Twilight Sparkle
"Alright you guys, he should be right over... there!" Said Grant as he pointed excitedly at the high-hide across from them. To everyone's surprise, Hammond could see them too. But he was acting strange, waving frantically and pointing to his right across the tall grass.
"What's got him so hyped up?" Asked Jessica.
"Hey look! Gallimimus!" Said Sattler, pointing enthusiastically to the bipedal figures grazing the pasture.
The group averted their gaze from Hammond to the dinosaurs, watching with amusement at the cattle-like beings wander around. They lowered their heads, feeding off the flora of their surroundings, when one suddenly perked it's head up. Twitching it's neck, this soon alerted others, which caused the entirety of the herd to veer in spontaneous directions away from one general direction.
And from that direction spawned three hungry, fast-moving carnivores.
"Whoa. Allosaurus from the late Jurassic period." Gasped Grant.
But the others were too panicked to notice. Twilight swapped her gaze frantically from each human, looking for an answer.
"Meat eater? Meat eater?!" She asked.
Nodding his head grimly, Malcolm spoke in a low, nervous tone.
"Yeah, meat eaters..." He trailed off as he started for the high-hide.
Following by example, the group made a desperate run for the tower, not bothering to look anywhere but at the panicking old man and his accompaniments.
"Wait! I can just teleport us there!" Said Twilight.
"Sounds like a plan! Put that horn to work girl!" Yelled Sattler.
Focusing hard on the tower ahead of her, Twilight realized that one of the three carnivores had spotted them and was now making it's way toward the group, lunch on it's mind. She also saw that the platform was more than fifty feet away from her, a distance where her teleporting skills were at it's weakest.
"C'mon Twilight, if your gonna do something, do it now!" Yelled Langston.
Concentrating hard, Twilight summoned all her strength and engulfed the group in a purple flash. In less than a second, the group had successfully gone from one end of Twilights spell to the other.
Directly in front of the Two Allosaurs that had already caught their prey, the third behind them looking around confusedly.
"Oh god Twilight, what did you do..." Said Malcolm as the two dinosaurs looked up at them.
The beasts eyed each other deviously and looked back at the group.
"SCRAMBLE!" Yelled Gerry, as he grabbed his daughter and took off towards the tower.
Twilight and Peter Langston broke left in a panic while the others made for the high-hide. Both of them, realizing they were heading in the completely wrong direction, continued to run hoping that they would lose the beasts in the brush ahead of them. Meanwhile, Gerry and Jess had already made it the base of the tower, everyone else tailing behind them as two of the Allosaurs chased them down in pure bloodlust.
Gerry Harding
"Alright Jess, you go up first!" Said Gerry, hoisting his daughter up the ladder.
Climbing hastily up the tower, Jess motioned for her father to follow when she reached the halfway point. Obliging, Gerry was followed by Ellie, then Ian, and finally Alan who was being chased by two of the carnivores.
"C'mon Dr. Grant!" Yelled Jess.
Grasping each rung for only a second each, Alan Grant scrambled up the ladder just as the Allosaurs arrived, snapping at his feet the whole way up. The creatures gave up immediately, returning to the Gallimimus carcasses in the middle of the plain. Hammond started toward Grant, his arms outstretched.
"Thank goodness your alright-"
"Dear god, where's Twilight and Langston?" Grant asked frantically, receiving horrified looks from the others as they heard a rifle shot ring out in the distance.
Twilight Sparkle
"RUN!" Yelled Langston as the two reached the edge of the forest.
The two helpless beings ran for their lives as Langston turned around and blind-fired a shot from his rifle, clumsily hoping to stop the killer from chasing them. Now fully concealed in the jungle, Twilight and Langston turned around to see the Allosaurus still coming after them, it's nimble body able to slip through the confines of the jungle terrain with ease.
"Up there! I'll teleport us into that tree!" Shouted Twilight as she nervously used her faulty spell to try and save their hides.
Almost to her expectation, the spell did it's bidding but all in the wrong manner. It placed them both near the thin branch that she was aiming for, positioning them over nothing. The two fell to the ground with a loud thud. The crunching leaves couldn't tune out the sound of the approaching Allosaurus, it's roar becoming ever-louder.
"God damn it! Don't ever try that again!" Yelled Langston as he scrambled up the large tree, looking for gaps in the bark that he could hang onto.
Twilight hung on his shoulders, panting frantically as the Allosaurus lunged at them, it's razor-sharp jaws missing by an inch. Perching themselves on a sturdy branch thirty feet off the ground, Twilight and Langston watched in silent disturbance as the Allosaur circled the tree, eyeing them hungrily.
"When do you think it'll go away?" Asked Twilight.
"Gee, I don't know. As long as I'm not down there I don't care if he camps out all night." Said Langston as he huffed tiredly.
"Thanks for carrying me. You saved my life." Said Twilight as she smiled weakly at her savior.
Still breathless from the climb, Langston lifted his hand as a response.
"Don't mention it. I owe you that for almost blowing your head off earlier." He said.
Losing interest, the Allosaur left, probably rejoining it's pack. The two slumped back against the trunk and recuperated their strength, taking in breath after precious breath.
"Maybe you shouldn't use that teleporting spell while we're being chased by bloodthirsty dinos. Just a thought." Langston remarked snidely.
"You can say that again." Twilight confirmed.
Louis Dodgson
The Allosaurs that had passed him a half an hour ago were gone, permitting Louis Dodgson to clamber down the tree he was hiding in. Re-adjusting the straps on his pack, Dodgson checked the satellite imaging map Bennett's GPS had acquired for him. He still had the entire upper half of the island to scour for eggs all the while being hunted by predators.
"This fucking jungle... ought to pave the whole place over." He said to himself.
Walking for what seemed like forever, Dodgson was relieved when he located another dino nest. The eggs, perched in a certain ovulatory fashion performed only by one type of dinosaur, would have alerted Dodgson and made him vacate the area immediately.
Too bad he didn't study Dinosaurian nesting habits of the Jurassic era in college.
Collecting the eggs, Dodgson laughed to himself, imagining the type of wealth he was going to live in once he got back to his lab at Biosyn. Feeling greedy, Dodgson thought to nab one more for good measure until he heard a high-pitched chirp that made him freeze in terror. Turning slowly, he saw a small creature whose height rose to about his waist. It stared awkwardly, tilting it's head to the side. To an ignorant corporate spy trying to smuggle embryos off an island it would have looked like a stupid lizard, but Dodgson knew better.
Dilophosaurus.
Dodgson backed away using short steps as to not startle the thing, or provoke it to attack. Shielding the eggs from the Dilophosaurus' sight, the terrified man turned abruptly only to be met by the faces of twelve more of the chirping creatures.
"Shit... GO THE HELL AWAY!" He screamed at the animals as he threw a rock at them.
But this only puzzled them more, causing them to hop forward as they inched closer and closer. Dodgson could hear running water, realizing his mistake immediately just as the noise hit his eardrums. Rivers attracted animals. How could he be so stupid? That didn't matter now, he just needed to-
SPLAT!
One of the Dilophosaurs screeched and flared it's frill, spitting jet-black poison right into Dodgson's left eye and some of his right.
"GAHHHHHH! FUCK!" He screamed as the burning sensation only intensified.
Dropping his rifle, Dodgson stumbled backwards, rubbing his eyes to no avail as doing so only made it sting worse. He could hear the dinosaurs getting closer. Their chirps ringed in his ears almost louder than the sound of the water that was somewhere nearby. He could feel more liquid hit his shirt and face, knowing that the Dilos were trying to finish the job. Something hit the heel of his left foot and Dodgson fell back, feeling the impact of water on him. He had fallen in a river and was now flowing down the passageway. Still blind, Dodgson thrashed in the raging water, not knowing whether the carnivores would strike the killing blow. Hearing an immensely loud sound, Dodgson imagined Niagra Falls, listening to the rumble become louder and louder.
"Shit... what the hell is that?" He whimpered to himself.
Then Dodgson was falling.
The feeling of water on his back had disappeared, replaced by the icy touch of air running through his clothes as he dropped through open space. Not knowing what was waiting for him at the bottom, the terrified man waited for impact, only to be welcomed by the cold embrace of more water. As Dodgson sank further into the body of water, he wondered what was to become of him and the eggs that were probably destroyed by now.
Then he blacked out.