//------------------------------// // Chapter 8 // Story: Jurassic Park: Site Pony // by walk-in closet brony //------------------------------// Twilight Sparkle The waning hours of the night had passed by rather slowly since the screams of Peter Langston had been silenced, and Twilight had sobbed her way through the entire ordeal. "Shh, it's okay hon. Let it all out." Said Ellie Sattler as she stroked Twilights frazzled mane, tear streaks lining her own face. None of the group had gotten any sleep in the darkened room that night, even as the first light of the morning crept it's way through the cracked ceiling everyone was still wide awake. Jessica and Gerry huddled together in a corner, while the rest of the survivors gathered their bearings and tried to concoct an idea to escape the dino infested room beyond them. "So, just how the hell do we get by these things?" Asked Alan Grant. "Well, I suppose we could charge out guns a-blazing." Ian proposed sarcastically. The group scoffed in silent disapproval, rubbing their heads and chins in disbelief. Twilight was too distraught to notice anything at the moment. She had just lost the closest thing to a friend she had in this Celestia-forsaken world. Not to mention the fact that the other two, Claire Long and Frank Clarkson, were still staring in awe at the talking purple pony. Even though the Troodon had stopped eating Peter's body hours ago, the lingering stench of rotting meat hung in the air. Shuddering by just thinking about it, Twilight coughed in between her silent grieving. "What is this place exactly anyway?" Asked Ellie. Hammond stood still for a moment and sighed. Then he spoke. "You see, after the disaster at site B, we at Ingen decided that leaving the dinosaurs that survived on Isla Nublar and Isla Sorna was doomed to catastrophic failure, because somehow they were migrating to their neighboring islands. So we chose this completely uncharted and deserted island as a backup plan. Instead of euthanizing the animals, we bought the land from the local government and followed through with doctor Sorkin's plan. We created a dinosaur preserve and left the animals here to live out the rest of their lives. I returned to catalogue the remaining species to see what we could salvage." Admitted Hammond. Some of the group scowled and refused to look at the old man while the others just stared in disbelief. It was quiet for quite a long time until Frank Clarkson decided to break the silence. "Wait a second, Hammond? This is a safe room right?" Asked Frank. "Well, yes." He replied blatantly, as if it was common knowledge. Donning a face of curiosity, Frank Clarkson continued. "A safe room needs protection right? Obviously the phone lines are down, but I'm pretty sure there would be some way of those trapped in here to defend themselves in case of a breakthrough, am I correct?" He pondered out loud. The others nodded, and began frantically searching the small space for any cabinets or compartments that may have withheld salvation. "Guys! Over here!" Yelled Claire Long. The crowd of survivors surged over to the young woman and struggled for a look at the storage container that was hidden in the walls. The darkness of last night must have concealed what little evidence of it's existence, but now in the illuminating light of the sun, it was clear as day itself. "Open it!" Yelled Grant. The men budged, but couldn't force the small compartment to reveal it's insides, the hinges on the door long rusted and jammed. "I've got this." Said Twilight, trudging past the men and planting her hooves on the tile floor in front of the box. The hinges lit up in a purple aura and rattled until they came loose, the copper stained hatch falling to the ground with a loud clang. "Good show Twilight!" Exclaimed Hammond. The others followed suit with compliments of their own, and Twilight beamed proudly. She had needed that. She knew it would be a long time before she could recover from the monstrosities she had witnessed on this island. "Oh my god..." Gasped Ian Malcolm. The cabinet revealed long black tubes that Twilight had never seen before. Then again, she had never laid eyes on any of the strange human technology held in the facility, but these black rods were different from anything else. The humans had a distinct sense of relief in their sighs so she knew it couldn't be bad. "Hammond, of all the bullshit you built here, remind me to thank you for adding a gun cabinet." Said Malcolm, reaching for one of the two SPAS-12 shotguns sitting on the metal rack. Not saying anything, Hammond remained in the corner, watching the men grab what little shells stocked the small drawer. It wasn't many, only sixteen of the small red slugs. "What are those things? Are they like Peter's lightening contraption?" Asked Twilight, now more curious as she watched Grant and Malcolm load the tubes with the red cylinders. "This, sweetheart, is a gun. Yeah, a lot like Peter's." Said Malcolm. "Dad, are we going out there again?" Jessica asked fearfully. Gerry knelt down to her daughter and held her shoulders tight. "Yes. But I promise I will not let anything happen to you." Gerry said with reassurance. "Promise?" Jess doubted. "Promise." The group had split the guns between Grant and Malcolm, eight shells for each gun, and prepared to pry the door open with the help of Twilight's magic. They would make their way to the jeep and drive to the rendezvous point where they would meet up with the barge to take them off the island. "Ready?" Asked Grant. The others nodded silently. "Alright, on three. Twilight, get ready." "1..." "2..." "3!" The men, coupled with Twilight's magical pull, pried open the door and flooded into the room, ready to kill if need be. But something was wrong. The room was entirely empty. A large pool of dried blood sat in the center of the room by the red switch. The survivors, especially Twilight, set their gazes on anything but that. "They must have bailed when the sun came up." Said Jess in a shaky voice. Grant checked his surroundings, and with a clear nod of his head, he spoke in a determined voice. "Lets get outta here." Louis Dodgson The blinding rays of the sun shone on Louis Dodgson's face, rousing him from his fatigue-induced slumber. He checked his bags, ensuring the cooler and the eggs were still intact, and started toward the mouth of the cave with the pack shouldered. His time on this island was coming to a close, he could feel it. "Alright Lou, lets finish this." He said to himself. Surveying his surroundings, Dodgson made sure that the clearing around the cave was devoid of all life, save the buzzing insects. Nearby, the grass rustled, but it was just the flowing embrace of the wind. Even still, Dodgson jumped. "Damn it. If every little thing is going to scare me then..." The grass rustled again, and Dodgson knew it wasn't the rush of the wind this time. The foliage snarled, and a large creature hopped out of the brush, poised to strike. It hissed, and Dodgson ran for his life. Twilight Sparkle As the group ran through the illuminated halls of the abandoned administration building, thoughts raced throughout Twilight's mind. She could finally be going home, or become chow laying at the bottom of a dinosaur's stomach. She had spent one day in this Celestia-damned world and she already wanted nothing more to do with it. She only hoped that the princesses and her friends could find a way to bring her back, and soon. "We're almost out, as soon as we get through these doors, we should cut left. We left the jeep on the southern shores!" Said Grant. Grant and Malcolm braced themselves to ram down the double doors that lay ahead, positioning their elbows to take most of the impact. With a resounding smash, the doors flew open and the group found themselves standing stock still... ...staring straight into the gaping maw of a Spinosaurus. "What... is that?" Twilight said in voice that reflected pure terror. "Doesn't matter, RUN!" Yelled Ellie. Just as the beast chomped down, the group dodged left toward the tree line. Following a deep roar, the dinosaur charged, moving surprisingly fast. It gained on them quickly, and leaned down to take a bite directly out of Jessica Harding's head. "DAD!" She yelled. "Oh no you don't!" Gerry shouted, grabbing his daughter and swinging her on the opposite side of him and out of reach of the Spinosaurus' razor sharp teeth. Grant and Malcolm blind fired the shotguns behind them, but dropped them clumsily during their frantic attempt to run away. "Damn! It's no good!" Yelled Grant as he dropped the gun with Malcolm following suit shortly after. The group had reached the forest edge by now, but that didn't stop the hungry carnivore as it barreled down trees and any other obstructions that laid in it's path. The only route left for the group was a small uphill rise, just large enough for the Spinosaurus to tread on. Before they could realize what exactly was going on, the group of survivors noticed that they were running on a fairly small mountain pass hanging them precariously above the ground that sat almost sixty feet below. But still the Spinosaurus persisted. It bit at them whenever it got the chance, only stopping to balance itself on the ledge that continued to grow smaller and smaller. One bite in particular caught Twilight off guard, and had her tail caught dangerously between the giant's teeth. "TWILIGHT!" Shouted just about everyone in the group, powerless to stop the beast. "NO!" Shouted Twilight as she prepared the first spell that came to mind and fired it straight into the monsters face. The spell struck home, and before the dinosaur knew it, the tip of it's nose was now a ripe orange. Shaking Twilight off as it struggled to comprehend what just happened, the purple mare slipped out of the creatures mouth and over the side of the drop-off. "AGHHHHH!" She screamed as she fell into tree after tree, hoping one of them could break her fall. Twilight bounced off of a large fern and fell twenty feet the rest of the way to the ground. Awaiting the painful impact of hard soil, Twilight's life flashed before her eyes once more. Too many loving memories flooded her mind, and she was about to cry, but that all ended when she hit the ground. Or, at least, the backside of Louis Dodgson. The two lay in a daze on the forest floor, trying to gather their bearings. Dodgson caught a glance at Twilight, and spoke in a groggy voice. "What the..." Twilight was about to say something back, but the tall grass behind them exploded, and four Velociraptors hopped out, ready to tear the two helpless beings limb from limb.