Twilight Sparkle
Twilight and Langston trudged through the dank, dark halls of the long-abandoned administration building. The little moonlight that managed to provide vision for the two was beginning to leave them, vanishing as the night crept along. They didn't know how long they had been walking, but it was beginning to take it's toll on the battery life in Langston's flashlight even though Twilight acted as their primary lightsource.
"Damn, not now! I charged the blasted thing before we left!" He said, slapping the side of the flashlight in irritation.
Twilight looked up at her new friend fidgeting with the small contraption and shook her head. Almost nothing had gone right for them during this fiasco. The life force powering Langston's little toy dying out proved her theory right.
"Don't worry Peter, I've got us covered." Twilight reassured in a shaky voice, every little sound and scampering critter making the purple mare jump.
The two continued their trek through the facility, all the while checking every corner and room that they passed by. Although the building was sealed off to the larger predators, Langston was extremely on edge. Something wasn't right, he could feel it in his bones.
"Twilight? Do you hear anything?" He asked.
"No. Why?" She replied.
"That's what has me nervous. I don't hear anything. Look at these walls. There are vines growing down them! You'd think by now some other creature would call this place home just by the look of it." He reasoned.
Langston looked down at the pony but she wasn't there. Glancing behind him, Langston spotted Twilight frozen in horror, looking at something at the far end of the hallway. Wheeling around to face the thing that had Twilight so scared, Langston spotted numerous pairs of glowing eyes staring at the two without motion. Then, as if on cue from some hidden leader, the eyes charged.
Twilight screamed.
Ian Malcolm
"C'mon Claire, we're almost there." Eased Malcolm, trying to calm down the already terrified group.
"If my memory serves me correctly, the old admin building shouldn't be far from here." Said Hammond as he tried to identify landmarks in the seemingly endless jungle.
Malcolm was down right pissed off at Hammond for bringing the people he brought to the island into this, but he had more important things to worry about. Right now, the primary concern was getting out of the open and into some kind of protectable shelter. The Rexes weren't far behind, the destroyed body of Bruce Grimes probably sitting at the bottom of their stomachs by now.
"Wait, I see something!" Cried Sattler, Pointing to the opening in the jungle foliage.
The group formed up and observed the massive building in the distance. To their surprise, it was completely devoid of animal life, the only movement being the rain that started to come down harder.
"Well? Don't just stand there. Lets get moving." Coaxed Malcolm as the group sauntered on through the driving rain.
Unbeknownst to the group, a pair of greedy eyes sat watching them from a small cave only a few yards away.
Louis Dodgson
Smirking as he shrank back down within the cave rocks he was hiding behind, Louis Dodgson began mapping out an escape plan in his mind.
"I don't know how the hell they're still alive, but I cant let them leave this god-forsaken place. They'll spoil the whole island, and I'll lose all accreditation for these eggs." He said to himself, rubbing the case that sat in his lap.
His plan was as such. He would leave early in the morning, ducking out of the way of any dinos and get to his boat. From there, he would bribe the ferrymen not to return to the island with the cash he kept on him. That should buy enough time for the carnivores to finish them off.
"Then I'll be out of here with a billion dollars worth of dino eggs." He chuckled to himself as he set his body clock and dozed off, awaiting the next day when he would screw over the other survivors and leave this cursed place.
Jessica Harding
The group of four had been crawling for what seemed like fifteen minutes now, ducking their way through the dark tunnels and passageways of the underground maintenance ducts. Jessica led the pack, creeping along the narrow pipes. They were definitely inside the building now as they could observe various water mains and electricity wiring snaking through holes in the wall to provide services to those in the facility. It was becoming a tighter and tighter squeeze until Jess saw a bleak light at the end of the small corridor.
"Guys? I think I see something!" She exclaimed, moving faster now that she felt a glimmer of hope that she could escape these claustrophobic tunnels.
"Jess wait! Don't go so fast!" Cried Gerry Harding.
Jess ignored her father, inching closer and closer to the edge of the duct.
"It's okay dad, I think I can poke my head out here!"
Jessica leaned out and gave the all clear, only to get run over by something moving very fast on four legs.
Twilight Sparkle, Two Minutes Earlier...
Breathing in raspy, short inhalations, Twilight and Langston barreled down the hall.
Whatever they had seen earlier was now chasing them down in hot pursuit. It's frightening shrieks could be heard from their current position in the building, indicating they weren't very far behind.
"Oh shit, they're still coming!" Cried Langston, keeping pace with Twilight who was galloping equally as fast.
"I got it, gimme a sec." She said, enveloping her horn in a purple aura.
Suddenly, to Langston's surprise, the filing cabinets behind them toppled over thanks to Twilight's quick thinking. The dozen or so metal cases created an improvised wall large enough to stop a small car. Picking up the pace, Langston could hear whatever was chasing them slam right into the artificial barricade, tripping over each other but still coming strong.
"Damn! That only slowed them down!" He cried.
Twilight gasped in disbelief. Nothing could stop those things. She wanted to believe that they could make it out of the building or find a discreet hiding spot but the creatures chasing them were just too fast and the monsters outside would tear them to shreds. In the back of her mind, a little voice told Twilight that she was going to die, painfully, at the claws of some horrible flesh-eating creature. They couldn't run forever because sooner or later they would have to slow down.
I'm going to die.
WHAM!
Any thought of crying was immediately ousted out of Twilight's mind, the imminent threat of a possible meat-eater now lingering somewhere in front of whatever just rammed into her.
But it wasn't a dinosaur.
Standing up and rubbing her head, Jessica Harding went slack-jawed as she stared at Twilight.
"Twilight?"
The two embraced as Langston rounded the corner, panting frantically.
"C'mon Twilight we have to g- JESSICA?!" He exclaimed.
Behind her emerged the forms of Gerry Harding, Alan Grant, and an unidentified man.
"Twilight? Peter?" Said Grant.
"Alright, I'm sure we're all glad to see each other right now but we need to get a move on! WE ARE BEING CHASED!" Shouted Langston.
"Chased? By what?" Asked the unknown man.
To Gerry Harding, the shrill call he could hear around the corner was all too familiar and sent chills running down his spine.
Troodon Pectinodon.
Ian Malcolm
"Well, at least we're out of the rain." Said Ian Malcolm as the group stepped inside the old, dilapidated building.
The weather outside had taken a turn for the worse, changing from a light drizzle into a full-blown cyclone. The progression of the storm proceeded at an alarming rate, catching the survivors completely off-guard.
"I guess we can cordon of this area till morning, then we can start searching for the others." Said Claire.
In the distance, coming from inside the building, Ian and the others could clearly make out a loud bang followed by a high-pitched scream. Without hesitation, the four bolted down the hallway toward the frantic scream.
"Which way was it coming from?" Asked Malcolm in a panicked voice.
"I don't know. You go on... I need to catch my breath..." Huffed Hammond, his years getting in the way of the rescue attempt.
Malcolm grabbed the old man by the arm and tugged.
"Oh no you don't, your sticking with us. We could use you for bait." Said Ian in a bitter voice, leading the group on down the hall way.
The screaming and the sound of feet hitting tile a floor above them prompted Ellie and Malcolm to take a detour at the nearest staircase. With the help of Claire, Hammond was able to keep up with them. Now on the next floor, wheezing from the calorie-burning climb they had just underwent, the exhausted people whipped their heads around frantically looking for the source of the noise.
"I hear it, but I don't see anything!" Said Ellie.
"There!" Exclaimed Hammond.
Sure enough, the rest of their party emerged from the far end of the corridor, a small purple pony in company.
"Twilight!" Said Ellie in relief.
"RUN!" Yelled Grant.
Behind them, Ian spotted numerous forms charge around the corner of the hall, dashing toward the fleeing survivors. What surprised him the most though, were the eyes.
The milky white, beady eyes.
"C'mon! This way!" Yelled Claire, motioning for the others to join them at their end of the hallway.
Catching up, no one was able to utter a word before the entire ensemble started off down a random passageway, escape the only option on their minds.
"Oh god, which way?" Shouted Ian to no one in particular.
"Um, I think we might be going the right way. Then again, we may be heading towards another dead end." Said Hammond.
'Wait a minute, you've been here before haven't you?" Asked Grant as they ran.
"Well... once or twice. I only supervised it's construction." Hammond puffed.
Ian skidded to a halt at an intersection in the hallway, stopping the group in their tracks.
"Alright then, there's a lot of valuable embryos here isn't there? Where would you go if you were under attack and trying to keep them safe? A panic room maybe?" He interrogated.
"Of course, it's down the hall on your left!" Hammond pointed out, steering the group in the correct direction.
The group came upon path after path, the entire facility an intricate maze-like structure. Finally rounding a corner, Hammond pointed them toward a small chrome gateway on the opposite side of the room, the entrance no larger than an ordinary door. Crossing the futuristic workroom filled with all the panoply of a mad scientist's lab, Ian heard the dinos closing in on their position.
"In here! Quickly now, quickly!" Said Hammond as he ushered the group in.
Confirming everyone had safely huddled themselves in the small box-like room, Hammond went for the electronic door control and frowned.
"Damn!" He exclaimed.
"What, what is it?!" Cried Jess.
"This door operates on a manual and automatic locking system. The auto lock on this door is long broken, corroded by time probably. The only other way to close this door is manually. The lock for that is..."
Hammond looked up at a switch sitting on the far side of the room, a big red sign above it read 'Manual Shut-off'.
"That thing? But wait, if one of us goes out there to lock it, they'll be trapped out there with the dinos!" Said Grant.
Just as this dawned on the rest of the group, the Troodon smashed through the glass on the opposite end of the room.
Peter Langston
Watching the dinosaurs slowly inch toward them sent shivers down Peter Langston's spine. The door that was supposed to save them wasn't even in working condition, and the only other way to shut it was blocked by the advancing dinos.
"Twilight, cant you use your magic? Y'know, force the switch to close?" Asked Grant, not taking his eyes off the carnivores staring them down.
"No, I'm sorry. It's too far away!" She said teary eyed, stricken with grief about what was going to happen in a few moments.
Accepting their fate, Jess and Gerry went in for one last hug, Ellie and Alan held hands, and the rest just stared at the frightening creatures about to kill them.
No.
"Gerry, Alan, Dr. Malcolm, cover the door. Miss Sattler, keep the others as far back as you can." Said Langston gathering his strength.
He knew what he had to do.
"Wait, what are you going to do? Peter?" Asked Twilight.
Without answering, Langston dropped his pack and anything that would slow him down. He would need every ounce of speed he could get.
"Peter?" The distraught purple mare questioned again.
"Whatever you do, do not leave this room." Said Peter, glancing at the terrified people and the pony he had spent the last few hours surviving with.
Then he took off.
In an impressive display of speed, Langston leapt out of the room and over the dinos toward the switch. Ignoring the other's calls to return, the hunter hopped over a table, getting closer and closer to the red handle.
Almost there...
In a flash of pain, Langston was forced onto a knee, one of the dinos hanging by it's jaws that had clamped onto his back.
"Agh!" He cried.
The others saw it too, but the men were too occupied with keeping the few other dinos at bay with whatever they could find in the small panic room.
"C'mon, almost... almost.."
Langston was inches away from the other's freedom, the small switch within arms reach. Three more dinos leapt onto his back, biting at any exposed flesh, causing Langston to reel in pain.
Almost...
With one last defiant push, Langston pulled the lever down, the resounding slam of the metal doors closing was heard in the background. Collapsing on his stomach, Langston smiled. He had saved the others, but at a price. Oddly, he couldn't really feel anything. He could however, faintly hear the dinosaurs chewing viciously at his backside.
Langston slipped into darkness just as the Troodon broke through his skin and clothing, ripping out portions of his spine and intestines.