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Wassup Fandom, it’s ya boi here, Carnotaur_Beef_Master97, back again with sum more dope content.
Jokes aside, I wanted to give you a sneak peek of a story I am writing currently, called Serpent Of The Sea. This is the introduction to it. It will be in regards to the Mosasaurus during to events of Jurassic World: Dominion. Enjoy!
Serpent Of The Sea
Can You Draw Out Leviathan?
"Some of the most foolish people do the bravest things..."-Carnotaur
"Canst thou draw out Leviathan with a hook? or his tongue with a cord which thou lettest down?"-Job 41:1
...few of those hunters were willing to encounter the perils of his jaws.-Herman Melville
Introduction: Seas Of Time
The story you are about to read, is in regards to a certain creature, many eras old, that has captured the minds of millions: the Sea Reptile, or more specifically, the Mosasaurus.
The earliest known fossil evidence of Reptiles living in the water, date back to the Carboniferous Period, a time known for it's lush jungles of man-sized Horsetails, and Insects of incomparable size. In this distant period, we see the earliest traces of Reptiles themselves as a group. But, we also find semi-marine types in the latter parts of the period; a fossil Diapsid Reptilian, known from only one skeleton, named Spinoaequalis, is the earliest known Reptile to have a important relation to the water. It was not fully aquatic, but others were very much so. In the next period, the Permian, the Mesosaurus is found, being a true Marine Reptile. These were small, sleek animals, three feet, three inches or so. Then, in the Mesozoic, a plethora of this animal type appear, though most completely unrelated. They came in the form of the long-necked Nothasaurs and Plesiosaurids, the Fish-like Ichthyosaurs such as the abundant Stenopterygius, the marine Crocodiles called the Metriorhynchids, and the notorious Pliosaurids. The Pliosaurs, a group distinguished by their short necks, four flippers, and gigantic heads, were top ocean predators during the Late Jurassic, and Early Cretaceous. The most famous of the group, Liopleurodon, dominated oceans from the present day British Isles, to France, Germany, and even to Russia. They soon died out however, but not before growing to become the largest ocean predators to ever live. The remnant of the Mesozoic ocean history was ruled by another type of creature, one that had curious roots. The family known as Sqaudmata(which Lizards and Snakes belong in), at one time was once more diverse, and a family closely related to Komodo Dragons, and other Monitor Lizards, were aquatic. This family, were the Lepidosaurs, and the most infamous, were the Mosasaurs. The three most recognizable of this group, are Tylosaurus, Plioplatecarpus and the one the whole group gets its name from, Mosasaurus. These water-loving Lizards were long, agile, and deadly. They lived all across the globe, taking dominance in Europe, and North America, where they hunted Plesiosaurs, giant Turtles, Ammonites, and most likely, their own kind. They ranged from fully predatorial, to simple Shellfish eaters, and some grew to fifty feet in length. Within a short time, they soon became a threat to any ocean animal. However, these predators ultimately went extinct at the end of the Cretaceous, leaving the oceans for Whales to rule... however, they would soon return, and in more ways than one. Now then, regarding other things associated: throughout the history of man, we have had legends of giant sea monsters, mostly Reptilian, going back to tales from the Levant and Europe. A basic concept of a God(s) slaying a primordial monster was a common story. It is called the Chaoskampf, and they varied: Yahweh versus Leviathan, Baal cutting down Yam, Perkwunos slaying a mysterious Serpent, Thor dueling Jörmungandr, Zeus fighting Typhon, Ra killing Apep, and Marduk slaying Tiamat. These legends of ancient gods killing Dragons, were the most infamous, but littered through the annals of dusty time, tales persist of giant Sea Dragons. There is tale from that land of Europa, that tells of a king, who, while taking a Horse Ride on the coast, was devoured by a giant water beast, "as a big Fish swallows a little one." Other legendary stories exist, and they show man's constant fear of the water, and of Reptilian monsters, who later were dismissed as complete fiction. Still, even when dismissed, people in the early parts of modern times couldn't have known such monsters did exist at one very distant time. And so, in the 1800's, an era when dinosauria, and prehistoric animals were being rediscovered, a fossilized skeleton was uncovered nearby a river in Europe, called the Meuse. It was excavated and studied, and was found to be a large Reptile, and seemed to match up with the old legends of great sea beasts. They named it, Mosasaurus Hoffmannii. More said, at the same time, in the British lands of England, Dorsset county, a young woman named Mary Anning, was becoming famous from her discoveries of fossil Fish-like Lizards, and long-necked, Serpentine creatures, found below the gleaming white Dover Cliffs, preserved in Jurassic stone. And so, man would continue to discover these extinct animals, and soon they would become a important part of his history.
Now, in the twenty-first century, a time where genetic manipulation is an everyday thing, a man named Simon Masrani, owner of International Genetics Incorporated, otherwise known by its more suspicious name InGen, opened a theme park on a Costa Rican island named Isla Nublar. However, this wasn't a normal park: they had dinosaurs. By the power of cloning DNA from dinosaurs, found in blood-sucking Insects preserved in Amber, InGen brought dinosaurs to life once more. Then, they were put in a zoo on the island, called Jurassic World. This was the second iteration of a project that had been destroyed in 1993, started by a man name John Hammond. Hammond had discovered this process of cloning, and was planning to open a park on Nublar, but sabotage occurred, and the animals were let free to roam, and kill visitors. The project was called Jurassic Park, and Hammond died before his dream came true. He gave his company, InGen, over to Simon Masrani, who strived to make Jurassic Park again, but make it work. This lead to another change in science. By research from InGen, a process new to science, was being used by the company's lead geneticist, Dr. Henry Wu, that could extract DNA from the bones of fossils. In the case that Amber would run out, InGen could get enough DNA from the bones, and clone an animal. The first one to be cloned, was a Mosasaurus. It was abnormally large, reaching over one hundred feet in length(the largest animal currently on Earth). The creature was put on display at the park, in a massive lagoon, and became a famous attraction. Unfortunately, in 2015, the park was evacuated, and destroyed when a rogue genetic hybrid, created in secret by the company, escape it's enclosure, and killed several people. And so, the Mosasaur was the hero who killed the hybrid, dragging it down into it's man-made lagoon. The park was abandoned none the less, and the animal was believed to have starved to death, since it was not being fed everyday. Six months later, InGen made a swift operation to retrieve the DNA of the hybrid, who's body lay in the Mosasaur's lagoon. They wished to re-clone the beast, in a more militarized form, to sell to governments as a weapon. A small team was sent in, and retrieved a rib from the skeleton, but not before three were killed in the process, the thought to be deceased Reptile being the killer of them all. The team left the gates open to the lagoon on accident, while in haste to flee from the island, leaving it open to the ocean. The Mosasaur was able to leave it's enclosure, and swim off to sea. By 2019, the Mosasaur had swam to the beaches of Hawaii, where it attacked several surfers, nearly eating some. All attempts to slay it, utterly failed. Between April 27th, and May 12th, 2020, the animal moved eastward, and came to the coast of Southern California, where it remained, attacking boats, surfers, and slaughtering Whales, the creatures who were once its replacement. The beaches closed, and the eastern Pacific became a feared place to go into. No one dared deal with the beast, and politics and animal rights activism stood in the way of dealing with the Reptile. The Masrani Corporation-the group that owned InGen-denied responsibility for the animal, since it's founder was killed in 2015, in the chaos of the hybrid escape.
And so, this is the story of a meek man, who took it upon himself to do what all the others could not... To draw out that serpent of the sea...
Hope your excited for it, be sure to leave a ❤!
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Yes ladies and gentlemen, you read it right! 5 months later, and it is finally here!
Welcome back my fellow Wikians, and sub-order of Woodians! It has been months and months since chapter 11 was published, leaving readers in the dark for that time. However, it is finally here, and this one is going to be a banger.
I don’t just say that, I mean that. First of all, it’s a unholy 8,500 words! Giving me space to pack in a lot of content for the fans. Also, I have included all the special things for the different tastes of readers, which will no doubt make this one special. Well, I shouldn’t delay any longer, because another minute, and we’ll be even more overdue. With that said, grab some popcorn(optional), and begin chapter 12 of ...
The night that is not night
It was 1:23, but Joshua didn't know it. It was morning, but the Sun had yet to rise. To Malchom, it was night, and he had only gotten a few wee hours of sleep. He stood in the doorway of his hotel room, his side resting against the door frame. He was looking out to the parking lot, and then further to the road, his best friend, and worst enemy; his trail of destiny unknown. Josh was not alone here, however, for there was a herd of Ceratopsians outside that he was watching. There must have been about twenty. Nine of them still in their ripe youth, eleven adults, varying from elderly to not much more experienced than the young. He just stood watching the young ones play, who no doubt were thinking that life was perfect. It was not. Joshua, and the wiser members of the herd had spotted an Allosaur, right in it's prime age, which was not good, because middle-aged Theropods were not always cautious, and could cause trouble. The Allo was not very young itself, it being seen so, because of the knobs and spikes starting to grow out of it's back and head, trademark of this InGen Tetanurine. The man and the herd watched the creature. Joshua had originally intended to come out of his dwelling to watch the majestic animals, but now he was making sure the Theropod didn't try anything. He didn't know what a shotgun would do to an Allo(his former weapon(another shotgun) didn't do anything to the Spinosaur), but he thought it could injure it. The Ceratopsians he was with, he guessed, were Nasutoceratops. They were relatives of the Sinoceratops, of which you could see grazing every now and then in his home region of Texas, a place so very far away now... the Nasutos were unique animals: these large Centrosaurines were the only known members of their vast group to not have a large nasal horn. In point of fact, it actually had two large brow horns, much like that of a Trike. The horns themselves were one of a kind, because they started to grow sideways, but then turned forward, forming pair of horns like that of a Bull's.
The Allosaurus finally left, quietly walking off into the morning that was night, yet still was. Joshua was an early riser, that's why he was up now. He had always had a fondness for how when you wake early, it was dark, like it was night. And, you were not as tired as you would be if it was late evening. He liked the nighttime, so the hours between 1:00 and 5:00, were his favorite time of day. One of the pluses of of waking up at the same time as a trucker, was the sacred Sunrise over the seemingly flat horizon. The unique fiery ball of death, that could still bring life, had risen well over two million times, according to the ancient reckoning of the late Irish-born Archbishop, James Ussher, who pinned the start of time in his literary work, the Annales Veteriset Novi Testimenti. More said, the Sun, and much more so the morning, was held sacred to the Jews in the late second century BCE, that they even wrote a prayer, or more properly a hymn, celebrating the times of day, stating(in Dead Sea Scroll, fragmentary form):
"Thou who art ...to bring out... who had created the morning as a sign to reveal the dominion of the light as the boundary of the day time... for their work."-Dead Sea Scroll 4Q-4o8, Fragment 1
Still, the rising of this heavenly body, orb in shape, and glorious in appearance, was always gorgeous; it's faint light breaking into the gates of deep night, into a realm of shadow, as the Star's light turned a deep orange, while the black sky gave way to a dark royal purple, and finally into blue, while only lasting the shortest time, but still being worth the early rising, being accompanied with heavy eyes, and the ever chilly, crisp air of wispy twilight...
The Sun was now partially visible to Malchom's eye, and the Nasutoceratops were getting ready to move on to other lands. Still slumped in the doorway(shotgun no longer wielded in hand) he listened to the Birds in the tall trees, and the snorts of bustling dinosaurs. Josh had turned the radio back on, and it was playing the same three minute, twenty-second song that played when he had went to sleep. He felt a nudge on his side: it was the raptor. It had startled him from his trance-like state, and it seemed it wanted food. The Dromeaosaur had his head pressed up against his side, in wanting, like a Dog. "Hungry?" Josh asked the animal, with a tired pronunciation of words. He straightened his posture, his neck slightly cracking from being in the position for a tad too long, and fished out of the warm, dry ocean called his pocket, a strip of jerky: the raptor's daily meal, though not just one per twenty-four hours. It was also his last piece. "Last one, pal..." He handed the food to the Saurian, and it ate the meat delicately, offering it to his jaws, and sat down just beside the man.
It was now 5:47, But Josh still did not know what time of dusk day it was. He was leaning over the hotel room's small sink, shaving, after just brushing his teeth. If you could call it shaving that is, because he only had a pair of dull scissors. He was merely trimming the short beard that had formed since the evacuation. Josh had only trimmed it once, and it had grown back long enough to be gotten rid of. At least, the most of it he could get off with scissors. Oh, how he missed utensils of the civilized world over three hundred miles away. As he groomed the evidently drained-of-energy face that was his own, the raptor stood at the door, which was widest open, watching some little Saurians scamper about. They were the same species as Edward's pet(Alexander, a Microceratus), and they were also smaller distant cousins of the recently-departed Nasutos. That wandering thought brought another: Mr Stevenson's paradisaical cooking. Joshua was going to make his own lower-quality food, but his mind, as well as empty stomach, had want for bacon and eggs once a more.
Thirty plus minutes later, he, his face tamed, got ready to eat a cold breakfast. The food was not his "Break of the fast", for since waking, he had eaten small food items such as, but not limited to, stale-flavored protein bars. First, however, he went into the bathroom and changed: he changed into jeans, a clean t-shirt, and a not so clean, blood-stained flannel jacket. The red was from the presently postmortem Deer he had skillfully killed back in Glen Rose. He thought of the parasite-ridden thing... oh, so delicious indeed. Finally, he put on his worn boots, and left the bathroom. He then made his way to the small table and sat where his wholesome breakfast was waiting: a peanut butter sandwich with a side of potato chips. The same he had had the previous night, but with fried potato slices as a bonus. He ate, but grateful of the option to even eat.
He finished eating his meal, and a time later, he had loaded up everything into the blue Bronco. His companion had already gotten inside, so he was ready. After doing one last check to make sure his belongings were all accounted for, he said goodbye to comfort, and got in the vehicle. He drove away leaving his last place of sanctuary behind him... with his leaving, the clock of black fate started counting down... he was running out of time...
Dinosauria Historia, and Ember's journey
As they departed their old dwelling, Ember yawned quietly, and then tried to stretch in the small area of the back. The windows were not yet rolled down, and it was chilly in the vehicle. These mountains were the coolest place he had ever been in, for he had always lived in the dense jungles, and only visited the desert(that truly was his specie's natural habitat). Though he was a Reptile, Ember's blood was warm like that of a Bird's. Velociraptors(and the whole complex family of Theropoda, and possibly their extinct close relatives, the Silesaurids) were actually closer in bodily function and form, to Avians than to true Reptilians. Some, but not the InGen clones, had fluffy fibers, and even more had feathers. That meant Ember had more control over his body temperature than a Lizard did it's own. A vast history has been built around the blood of dinosaurs, stretching back to their discovery, even though it was not recognized fully. Originally, dinosaurs were seen simply as old, dumb creatures, of which most was known. And whatever else there was to know? Well, that was unimportant. A view of these animals partially similar to our modern, intellectual understanding, was prominent for a short time, when the "Terrible Lizards" were first being pulled from the Earth. The scientific view, created by Richard Owens, the true discoverer of this new genus, the one who pinned the term "Dinosaur", and the arch nemesis of Charles Darwin(from which there was much hate from the latter to the former, but none from vice versa), was that these creatures were versatile and active, Bird-like, terrible beasts of old, which had gone extinct. This, of course, was not always excepted by uneducated Humanity. It also, along with what the new animals were, brought upon the supposed error in the concept of extinction.
During the latest 1700's, and most of the 1800's, it was common knowledge that animals, with no exception in genre, could not, in any way, cease to exist. They're argument was that the divine creator, God of the duality testaments in the Holy Scriptures, as well as universe, was perfect. Though it was a simple fact that shouldn't affect the possibility of the disappearance of life forms, it was used to combat the emerging theory. It, the theory, was considered severely heretical to state this newly christened, blasphemous concept as true. Eventually, the public had time to consider the world around them, and they soon excepted the theory now turned law; it was believed that extinction was God's will; his engagement on the animal kingdom: it was mostly believed that the new creatures discovered, such as Mammoths and other large Mammals(along with dinosauria) went extinct by Noah's flood. Now that extinction was accepted, another question that could have been asked, was what were they? Big Lizards, or something written of in olden works? The earliest conclusions on fossilized bones, of Whales and Mammoths, were that they were,
A. Massive Crocodiles or Whales.
B. Fallen Angels of the Two Hundred whom came in the days of Jared
C. The bones of Giants that Moses briefly spoke of, but that Enoch exhaustively wrote a history of.
Of course, they were later known to be of animals long extinct. The oldest scientific view, mentioned before, was then made but forgotten swiftly. The reason being because the area these creatures were being studied and criticized in, was Victorian England. The Victorians believed in the inevitability of progress. So, they turned the things into lethargic, brutish, fat, and ugly Lizards, from a primitive past, that died out from their own failure to just exist. They were inferior to all ahead in time. This view made the dinosaurs cold-blooded...
Had, let's say, a Victorian were to be told that Ember was a member of that recently-discovered species of Reptiles, they would say it could not be so, that it must be some other, non-Reptile creature, that it just had the appearance of one, or they would state that the dinosaur was the work of the Morning Star. Yet, more can be said regarding the Velociraptor. Ember, though already very much Bird-like, lacked three things: feathers, non-pronated wrists, and flesh around the skull that was not shrink-wrapped as if he was malnourished; that he had no food(which he had in ready supply). All three of these notable differences, came from the genetic manipulation, the cloning process used by InGen. Since the DNA extracted out of Amber and/or fossil material, was in fragments, the company under the gauze of Dr. Henry Wu, filled the gene gaps with the DNA of Amphibians, Crocodilians, and Avians, the fewest usage of which, being the most latter. This, of course caused genetic changes in the clone, during it's delicate and innocent embryonic stage.
Ember in himself, could be the topic of much conversation, which would last quite a spell of time...
Ember sat in the traversing vehicle still, now pleasantly warm. The change in temperature came from the fact that they were in the desert now, the highest desert, specifically in the mountains south and slightly right to where they had rested for the short deep evening. The mountains here were not the shady, lush, forest-bearing ones, but of Cacti. Every peak, small and large, was home to the many special groupings of this desert plant genre: the Saguaro Cactus, the most prevalent; the most common, and the tallest. Some growing large, reaching much taller than a large man. They had arms that grew outward as a natural norm, but started to grow in random patterns, up, down, and the such. However, they mostly grew out, and immediately upward. There were also Ocotillo Cactus, which were unique with their long arms, growing out with thick barbs, and small petals unique to their kind. In the mountains as well were Barrel Cactus, who's bulky form was armored with intertwining barbs thick as the fingernails of man. There were many unique varieties of Cacti here, so many in shape and vast size, as there are within the confines of animal kind itself. Though diverse, the Flora was sparse, but the little amount of vegetation, with the rocky, earthen landscape, gave the scenery an impression that you had the open freedom to roam, which you could. As they drove onward, Meaty stayed silent; said nothing at all. With no sound but the vehicle they were within, Ember watched the aforementioned beauty of the Earth go by swiftly. He thought of how the rock formations formed. Yet, he couldn't come up with a explanation. So his mind pondered more, and changed from pondering to questioning, and to remembering...
He began to recall in detail of mind, how he had got here, in this vehicle, with a Human. It had begun when he had climbed onto the boat, a thousand miles away it seemed. He was surprised the two Humans didn't attack him, but instead sailed the boat away from his burning home. Soon, they were approaching the first sight of new land Ember had ever seen. But, to his concern, there were more Humans on the land, and he feared they may try to harm him, unlike his transporters. He made the decision to go overboard, and swim. He didn't look back as he swam, far away from the area of land with a population. He swam along the coast, getting closer to the land every now and then. Soon, he came to an area without any Humans, and only vegetation. He felt a thrill of exploring this new world; this place of mystery. He may even find new creatures like himself, but he wished he could have told his younger self it wouldn't be so. He travelled in the jungle for a year, avoiding people and civilization at all costs. He saw many varieties of creatures he had never seen, and had killed several for food. This new world was a dream for him: plenty of larger food, shelter, peacefulness, and no Humans. Still, Ember wanted to find more of his kind, but it never occurred. The raptor traveled nomadically for twelve-score months, until he reached the desert parts of the new world. He spent little time here, and he moved to the farthest reaches of the known northern lands, where he came across the town. Two prominent things he noticed were that there were no Humans at all, and there were many animals he recognized from his island. However, he believed that they couldn't be the same ones, but a separate population, undiscovered by Humans. Ember, unknowingly believed that he was the only one that survived the apocalypse that ravaged his home. He occasionally thought that maybe one of his kind survived, but he knew better. There, in the deserted place, he stayed for a few days, until that fateful day, when he had met Meaty. Ember wondered what would have happened to him, had he not traveled with him. Ember actually would have hated to leave the Human alone. Ember had already saved the man twice, and meaty had offered him care he hadn't been given since his life as an infant. Most of the raptor's life, he had been a reject, an outcast, starting with his old pack, and with Wu. But, this simple Human, had given him sweet hospitality in a sour existence. The Dromaeosaur had at first despised Meaty for the most part, but in the past several days, he had started to feel a part of his heart being carved out for the Human. He had already nearly died for him, and him for Ember. He had realized that this Human was a true friend, and a member of their company. They were the two outlaws, who were surviving together, guilty of the crime of survival. It seemed that everything had wanted to stop him and the man, and furthermore, it became clear they were truly meant to be together, through thick and thin. Ember now understood that one couldn't exist without each other, and he now made commitment to stay with the Human, no matter what, and to fight with him, wherever they were going. It was truly amazing that in a few days time, both man and brute beast were allies, though unlikely, in a dismembered husk of a world, bent on their breaking.
Pondering until the end...
Joshua was a pondering man. To say it again in finer speech, he himself was a thinker of much; one individual soul to ponder many things. He truly had his head in the moisture of the clouds, but positivity was its product. Josh was not a thinker of solving the milestones of science, but of personal knowing. He occasionally found himself thinking of the most trivial things, compared to his situation. Still, those topics of such said, were, of course, the most intriguing sort, ranging from historical, scientific, and philosophical. Currently, Malchom was thinking of three things, all seemingly distinct(which—of course—they were), but each evolved into a new thought of mind.
Joshua kept his steady eyes on the road, only looking away periodically, to see anything he could. He shifted the vehicle, and shifted himself, making his healing leg more comfortable. Josh glanced at the mountain range he drove through, at least, a small portion of it. The view made Josh remember the importance of these high places to ancient peoples, and to today's religions. A person may see a mountain as a good hiking spot, but to, let's say, a neo-historic Mesopotamian, a large hill was where his gods dwelt in rule and judgment. In the past, mountains were used as places of worship for the ancients, and sacrifices were offered here. If your were to hear the term, "High Places," it would refer to a mountain. Since mountains were believed to be holy places, shrines were built upon them, so they could pay homage to the deity of which they offered their lives to. The highest known religious monument in the wide world, was located on a mountain called Hermon, a mount located in Lebanon, that rose well over nine-thousand feet above the ground, was made by the Canaanite peoples to worship El(their highest deity), who existed with his seventy Tidanu(Titan in Greek) children. The place also had importance to the Hebraic and Islamic Arab cultures, who the former came to the eastern Levant twice, believed that the mountain was the place where a group of fallen Angelic beings ascended to wreak havoc a primordial world. Even so, the later cultures built a temple at the base of the mountain, dedicated to the Goat god, Pan, that stands to this day, along with the temple on the peak, and is famous for being in what is called Pan's grotto(a large cave in the rock face). Peoples through time gave great importance to mounts, and when they had no way of building a temple on one, they made their own in the form of stone Ziggurats of fertile Babylonia, and the temples dedicated to the personas of the Sun and Moon, located in the South American jungles. The earliest known record of a artificial mountain comes from the widespread story of the tower known as Babel(which was erected by a king named Nimrod, son of Kush), who started the project, but to his failure, it was brought down to ruins before completion, and in truth, the remains still exist in the Iraqi city of Iridu. According to a Rabbinic text, it took a day to walk around the structure when still standing, but this could be a mere exaggeration. This tower was the first Ziggurat(a mountain for a god made by the hands of man), and it can be shown to be so by it's name, Babel which means "The mountain of god". In the very state Josh was in, a mountain called Graham was one of the holiest mountains to the Native Americans, of whom believed a white man with a beard came down on a silver disk, on mount Graham to make the world. Other tales include a mountain range near to Malchom, the Superstition Mountains, to be the place where a group of prehistoric Humans momentarily escaped a global flood, and drowned, leaving this old version of Humanity extinct. Man has had a fascination with the peeks for his entire existence, and we still worship on mountains today, in the form of observatories, where he worship the Stars by giving them our curiosity, and our constant wonder. Joshua went over this long escapade of thoughts, and it lead to him thinking of how the mountains were truly quite a pleasant sight, but they could conceal two things: cartels, and BX. Though he doubted there were cases of BX in the premises, he was wary of the cartels and gangs, who, if they got the chance, might attack him here in the range. BX still was a problem, and he hoped he was right, meaning he hoped that it was a water, or still worse, airborne Viral disease, and that his gasmask could protect him. Still, there were chances it was spread otherwise. The interesting thing about BX, was that it managed to infect the dinosaurs, and make them its main carriers. It was quite funny how people a few years back, were trying to keep the animals alive, but Joshua wondered that if someone saw a dinosaur outside of the BX zone, they might kill it, because the disease. Back then, they worshiped their Reptile gods, and he remembered himself saying, "They wouldn't if one started chasing them." Now the dinosaurs were threats to mankind, and most likely very few held a pro-dinosaur view. Maybe Josh was wrong, but he didn't think it. These things Joshua thought of, while he drove on to his destination.
From the sky in a Bird's eye view, the Bronco was a small blue dot, moving on the asphalt path below, heading southward bound. This little dot was the only moving thing around, but not the only living thing. From Joshua's earthen-bound perception, nothing around him(besides plant life) was alive. He was alone. Where he was now, was outside the large area of Phoenix, Arizona, which encompassed smaller abandoned districts like Chandler, Tempe, Gilbert and Mesa. He had made no stop in the large cites, and had left them behind. South of the urban place, was a large expanse of desert mountains called The Valley. This area was dominated by large, as well as small mountains and hills. These were all granite formations, varying from age(all the way to the incomprehensibly distant Middle Proterozoic times, to the much more recent Cenozoic era), formed from volcanic eruptions and activity, lasting upon many thousands of years. Further south, at the end of the gap between the former Human civilization and other places, sat two towns called Casa Grande and Eloy: small towns with once small populations. He was heading this way, and when he entered Casa Grande, he would head west, and finish the journey in roughly six hours. Joshua was exited that he was so close to salvation, but a sudden Yod showed itself in his consciousness. It had, since he had left, been a mere Phantasmata. Josh was so close, but he never considered that California might have been abandoned as well. He had always kept positive, but now he began to consider this thing. There could be a good chance that Cal, and other areas were abandoned, and maybe even the whole country. Good gosh, there was of course a smaller, but still present possibility that the whole of Northern America was abandoned, and beyond that... he dared not think of such things. He decided to stay focused, and to strive and drive onward.
It was now hot, hot like it was back in New Mexico. Josh wiped his forehead of salty perspiration, and rolled down his window. He looked back at his friend, who was alert, getting a drink from the bowl of water on the floor. Joshua had laid a few animal skins in the back, which the raptor was on, and it seemed it was comfortable for him. He turned back to the road, and popped open with a hiss, another orange-flavored soda to drink. He felt nervous, like he hadn't before, which was not good. He, every now and then, looked to the East and West, to see if anything moved, but saw nothing. He also noticed the wind was picking up, and his realization became apparent when the wind had picked up even more, and was blowing Sonoran Desert sand around. To this, he rolled up the windows. Outside, a miniature dust storm had been birthed from the womb of Nature. The music he had had playing stopped, and the vehicle went silent, leaving only the wind outside the moving shelter to hear. It was a unnerving silence, so he spoke indifferently to the dinosaur: "hey," he said. "what made you decide to come along?" Of course no response came, but he continued on, as if speaking to a person. The one way conversation showed how familiar the two had become, so he went on, saying, "You know, I at first only brought you along as a shield, some type of weapon for my own protection... I kinda feel bad for wanting to do that. Shucks, I don't know why I thought of you as a stupid animal." he stopped, and took another drink. "I can't understand how they managed to create a animal so smart back in those dang labs on that island," he went on. "But maybe it's just because you are intelligent, and not just because you were designed that way. Really, I can't imaging your life being imprisoned on that island." Josh began to think of what he would do when he finally made it to California. He had a dinosaur with him, and they of course wouldn't let it in with them. He most likely would have to leave him here, but that felt really wrong to do so. He didn't speak anything more, and he wouldn't for a time, for his clock had stopped.
When he heard the rumbling of engines that were not his own, a hope seemed to fade from his soul, and a shocking, bitter black substance filled the space, leaving nothing left of light. Joshua knew what it was, and what has happening. They were here... Them, those predicated by an old hermit of a man speaking prophecy. Joshua panicked. He looked into his rear-view mirror, to see what he so terribly suspected: vehicles. Vehicles that brought chaos and damnation to his soul. From the mirror, he saw a brown Chevy of some model, a Jeep colored a faded dark green, and a one on a dirt bike. In the back of the Chevy, sat several men, all holding weapons, melee and firearms. They were gaining speed, and they would get in firing range. They had come out from behind two large rock hills, making no sign of there existence. Joshua's mind continued to panic, but slowly he took control of it. While they were coming closer, he started thinking, using his mind for survival once more. He had to think fast. Joshua wouldn't let them take his life. They would not stop him, for he was less than ten hours away from his destination. He had come too far to be taken down by evil. Josh was going to fight onward, and would kill every one of these scum, and he wouldn't even feel remorse. He was the one who had a righteous aim, and darkness would not take hold. No remorse, no regret. Another day, another death. Another sorrow, another breath. Joshua had shed blood, sweat, and tears to get to his new home! Blood, shed from his fight with the terrible Draco of Hell he had fought with in the rainy desert. Sweat, shed from his dry skin in the strain of surviving, and tears let forth for the lost souls in Lakewood. No! he would not fail, and if he did fail, at least he would go down fighting like a mighty Bison being ravaged by Wolves. Joshua made a silent, but quick prayer of faint hope, to whomever was listening. If there was a God, a Universal Law, a Divinity, he begged that his life would go on, and believed that there was something that had kept him and his animal friend alive through this journey. He prayed that if he didn't make it, the raptor did, because it would be his fault if the poor thing was killed. He prayed, and ended it with a quiet, "Amen..." let out of dry lips. With it now finished, he reached over and grabbed his shotgun, his second friend, and laid it in his lap. Then, Joshua Malchom stepped on the gas pedal, and surged forward, swallowing future, and burning gasoline away into nothingness. It had now begun...
He cruised forward, keeping his worm boot smashed against the pedal, which showed no sign of being let up. The vehicle jerked as he went out of a easy drive of twenty, to as fast as his vehicle could go. He started to shifting, keeping in mind that he would have to multitask no doubt. As the blue Bronco surged forward, the raptor was pushed as well to the southern end of the automobile, and was pushed against a front seat. Joshua paid no mind to big thump he felt and heard behind him; his mind was working out plans, as how to escape this three score army of degenerates. He made note that he had gas, but a half tank could burn fast, and he didn't want to damage anything on the vehicle by hitting a pothole. There would also be the occurrence of him steering, which meant he could accidentally go off road. He pushed out all other things, and put his caution first. He looked once more, and saw the Savage on the bike gaining on him. He readied himself to fire at the man, hoping to end him before he got a good shot at the Bronco. The time span between the closing in of the rider was tense, and he gripped his shotgun in his hand, ready to put it out the window, and end a life. His palms were sweaty. The man came closer. He started shouting something in Spanish that Josh could get the jist of: "Slow down and pull over, or I'll shoot." "Sorry buddy," Joshua said, making a scowl. He almost wanted to shout back, but he wisely didn't. The man was now next to the vehicle, some two yards away, and Josh saw he had no shirt(idiotic), and a pair of cut off camo shorts, with his own worn boots. He was Hispanic, but Josh couldn't make out his face, for a helmet covered his face mostly. None of these factors mattered to him. The man started making gestures to Malchom to stop, while aiming a Mossberg at Josh's face. "No thanks!" Josh said, and he showcased his own firearm. The cyclist got a face full of lead, as Josh fired his gun at him. He had taken the man's life, the first life ever taken by him, but he felt no care... it was his fault, not Josh's. Instantly, the man's body went limp, and he spun out of control, his body being crushed under the bike, his dead skin being buzzed off by the road. He watched as it went tumbling, and his sight followed, in amazement, as the bike was hit by the Chevy, and a man was thrown out, as the truck almost flipped. They didn't stop to aid their lost soldier. Two down, a lot more to go, he thought.
The next enemy he was to meet, was the Jeep, which came up behind him, and Joshua saw there was a white man in the passenger seat, yelling into a megaphone, telling Josh to stop in Spanish. Did they think he spoke Espanol? He dangerously stuck his head out, and yelled: "English" guys! Comprende? While he did this, he caught the driver off guard, the man seeing his prey mock them. When Josh did so, he swung out his shotgun, and fired, three times, right at the driver of the Jeep, that was a Hispanic man, who was in the middle of the highway, giving him a clear shot. Joshua sped forward, hoping that he had killed the driver, but he looked in the mirror to see he was fine. Obviously bleeding and hurting, but he was fine. Josh hit the steering wheel in frustrated anger. That's when they retaliated, and started shooting their own rounds. Josh heard the discharge of a gun, and ducked, hoping the raptor had done the same. A semi-automatic gun—probably an AR-15 or something—started firing at him, and the bullets whizzed above him as the back window shattered. It was so close, that Josh thought he had gotten hit, but hadn't felt the blow yet. Luckily, he hadn't been struck. He got ready, and started plan B, otherwise known as completely insane maneuvering. Joshua, feeling bad the dinosaur was getting racked around, slowed down, and veered to the left, which was the opposite of where the Jeep was now, and slowed steadily, to start driving next to the faded green Jeep. There he was, right next to it, literally a few feet away, and he was welcomed with a shot aimed at his head from a pistol. It had come from the the guy driving, and Josh wouldn't let him get another shot. He ducked, and when he came up, his own killing device was raised, and he fired, hitting the man, who let out a scream. Josh sped up, leaving the Jeep behind, which had already slowed down, getting left in the dust of his little victory. He had taken two men out, and had disabled one vehicle. Now there was the Chevy, with one driver, and three men in the back. Malchom saw that two men carried an AK, and one had a club. The club-wielding savage was in football gear. He seemed to be their juggernaut...
Contestant 1: A Ford Bronco, with a man wielding a shotgun, and a Velociraptor.
Contestant 2: A Chevy pickup, with a driver, three men armed with AKs, and one with a club in road warrior armor.
The Chevy was gaining speed as Joshua shifted, his blood pumping, and sweat making his face slick. The high wind had now picked up more, and dust was coming into the Bronco, through the windows, and the exiting bullet holes in the windshield. It was like an action film around Josh, and sometimes life can seem more like a movie, thought himself. This was going to be it: if he could take out the boss in this game of life, he would win it all. The Chevy finally caught up, and was behind the Bronco, but no gunfire occurred. Instead, the man in football gear climbed onto the roof of the truck, and Joshua saw what would happen. Quickly, he started loading his gun again, while the juggernaut prepared for his moment of pathetic glory. Joshua finished loading, right when he felt the shaking THUMP, as the brute hit the top of the vehicle. As soon as he did, Josh heard him move forward: he was going to try to come through the windshield. Sure enough, the bat came down, it's metal form smashing the glass. Joshua aimed his gun right above him, where he guessed the guy would be, and doing damage to his own vehicle, shot through the roof, began slaying the man above. Luckily, his weapon was not pump-action, so damage could be done over and over until empty. The goon's bulky corpse fell off the roof, hit the ground with a plastic clunk, and then was ran over by his comrades who cared not. Spanish screaming once more, and the AK-47s when off. Joshua heard the discharging, and swerved, trying to avert getting shot, but unfortunately, he was hit on the arm. He let out a terrible scream, and cursed. He looked at his arm, and saw a red stain spreading on his flannel jacket, his blood joining that of the Deer's. Joshua kept moving unpredictably, and he heard the raptor let out a bark of pain as he was obviously hit. When he heard that, Joshua felt a surge of broiling, lava-like burning of rage. They had shot the raptor... In panic, his arm bleeding, the dinosaur in the back no doubt bleeding out as well, Joshua leaned out once more, firing again and again, and then a few times more, until he was empty. He managed to shatter the Chevy's glass, and hurt the driver, but that only enraged the gunmen. Joshua continued to try to evade the attack, but he knew that he was going to get shot up. In desperation, he looked ahead to see a change in the main road: a ramp to an overpass that went to another highway. That would be his only way out, he knew. Shifting, his blood pumping still, in his body, and out, he sped forward, they villains behind him.
He shifted again, and sped onward, and got ready to get onto the exit. The raptor behind him was silent, but he dared not look behind himself, to see his possibly dead companion. He only looked forward, straight ahead. But not on the road. He flew up the exit, as it inclined toward the other path. Joshua felt a candle flame-sized burn of hope, as the Chevy began to fall back. Almost there, he gripped the synthetic leather of his steering wheel, and came up to the turn. Josh got ready to turn at dangerously high speed, when he felt a drop in the road, and realized that there was section of the road torn apart... and he had ran over it. They, the cartel, had made a massive asphalt chunk-filled pothole right there, in the preparation of a chase, and he never saw it. The Bronco dipped toward Earth, and flipped upside down, low to the broken-up ground as it went airborne. Joshua felt gravity leave his form, and found himself opposite the ground, descending. Joshua's heart went cold, and he saw that he was going to crash. As he thought this, the Bronco finished it's spin of terror, and went almost like it had been on the road. It then came to the other side of the road, over the lower end of the overpass, and then began to roll. Joshua's insides twisted as the Bronco rolled down the steady incline. He was turning, spinning out of control, and knew that he had failed, that he had been beaten down badly; he was going to die. His thoughts only really lasted a few seconds, but they were filled with regret at what he had chose too do, back in Glen Rose. He should have stayed, but there was nothing he could do, as death-that thing that had come close to him before-but now embraced him with a cold, bony, skeleton grip. He thought of how he had gotten the raptor most likely killed, and if he was alive, he wouldn't survive the crash. Images flashed in his brain: his angry uncle, his deceased parents, Edward, with his offering of a small but generous breakfast, and that lost love he hoped he would soon meet again. Life had been short for him, but he felt a small, quiet peace as existence all went black. It had seemed the journey was perfect and sweet, but it had all gone so very bitter. He had it coming, and no soul could ever escape fate. Destiny had caught up with him, and he had been told to stop, but he stubbornly couldn't. Then, Joshua Elmer Malchom was no more...
The world was spinning like a child's toy top, moving a thousand miles a wretched hour. Ember's mind racked as the vehicle crashed and rolled on the desert ground, insane physics hard at work. Each crash threw him about, and every roll bruised his already wounded hide; Ember had been shot right in his upper leg, near the thigh, which was bleeding bad enough to where his lower appendage and the vehicle interior was painted sporadically with blood. His muscles hurt like he had been hit brutally by a bat, and cuts and lacerations were being born on his form, destined to die early, or grow to become scars of remembered pain... he might not live long enough to even remember. The raptor clung to being awake, but he came close to blacking out. Raptor did not know how to pray to a higher authority whatever it may be, like the Human may have, but Ember just hoped, hoped with vigor like none did. He hoped he would live, and not bite dust. Finally, the ride of terror ended with a crash of violence. Ember was thrown hard against the roof: the thing was on it's head. Ember then came closest to possible death then, but his hopes came through. The raptor tried to clear is head of a fog that had come when they crashed. Finally he managed to collect himself. He looked around, his beaten body bleeding. His neck hurt, but he tried to turn his ringing skull enough to see Meaty. He was upside down, hanging limply, a massive abrasion on his face. Purple colored bruises were visible as well. Ember felt fright. The Human wasn't moving. He could be dead. Oh no... Ember crawled toward Meaty in the broken hull, inching closer, his form aching. Soon, he was next to him, so he looked to see if he was alright. He didn't move, or make any sound. Ember knew that he hadn't survived. Meaty was dead, and he was alone.
Ember felt sorrow at the death of his friend, and intense hatred for the Humans that had caused the crash. They had killed the Human, his only friend, whom he had never even learned the name off. Meaty was dead. Why? Why did he have to die? The Humans had not been far behind when they wrecked, that meant they would no doubt be here soon. Ember had no time to mourn but a few moments, of which he raged. They killed his only friend, the only Human that had granted him protection, and the only one that fought to save him. He didn't even know where the Human wanted go in his vehicle, but it didn't matter, because the raptor had come because the person seemed smart enough to give food and shelter. After that, from all they had gone through, Ember saw the Human genuinely cared about him, and they had really become companions. Ember had known love from another for only a short time when young, but he had regained it with Meaty, but now he was gone, his lifeless corpse hanging. Ember doubted he would find any other that really wanted to aid him, and get Ember's aid in return. Who were these people who attacked them? Savages? Perhaps they were sent by Wu, that Human from his past. It could be so, for Wu had wanted to kill Ember, and would no doubt be ruthless. That didn't matter, however. Ember raged, and thought of what to do: perhaps he could climb out of the twisted wreck, and run. But that would be plainly a move of cowardice. Meaty had died to save himself, but also Ember, and it would be wrong to, at least, not take sweet vengeance on these vagabonds. That was what he would try to accomplish; to succeed in(whether it worked or not-which almost didn't matter): to fight these Humans, and kill all of them, if he could. It was the most honorable trail of life Ember could take in remembrance of the Human. With that, he took one last look at his deceased friend, and tried to find a way out.
He shifted around, not quite gingerly, but more restrained in the hull of the wrecked vehicle. The windows were broken, but most had shards of glass still in their frames. They were blades of crystals waiting for a victim. Soon, he decided to head out the window to his left, which because of the reversion, was the right back window. He climbed out, his bulk sliding through, only getting a few guys from glass. He ignored the pains of small size. Ember exited his near grave, and stood, his form aching. His bullet hole wound bled still, but his body had already started stopping the discharge of red. The raptor limped in the direction of where they had come. The wind had yet to cease, and it still blew earthen particles in the air, sending lite gusts of sand against the back of his neck. He looked around, and saw nothing of the attackers. That is, until a revelation of sight shown unto him a vehicle coming towards him. It past under the overpass of which they had tried to take, but had gone over. They had arrived, and Ember quickly hid himself behind the vehicle, away from the Humans' eyes. Ember waited for them to stop, which he knew they would do. He crouched as they drove their automobile up to their masterpiece of destruction. The Dromaeosaur prepared himself for the filth to show themselves. They stopped, and he heard men jump out, babbling in a language different than Meaty's , of which he had heard spoken only in the southern regions of the world. It seemed the language of Meaty was mostly spoken in the upper parts of Earth, while the other in the southern. Then, one thug came up to the vehicle, and looks in at the corpse of Meaty. The man spoke something, and started to pry the door open with a bar of some sort. He then started taking Meaty's body out. When Ember saw this, he knew what they wanted of them: FOOD. They were going to eat them, dead or alive to begin with. His muscles rippled, and he made his move of fury.
Ember, his scales of molten fire and ashen black, went around the vehicle, and forward swiftly, letting out a squeal-like hiss. He lunged at the man, leaping at him. His killing toe claws were primed, and when Ember made impact, they went off like a switchblade, cutting into the man's unprotected flesh. He screamed as his torso was torn into shreds by the raptor's maw and claws. The man toppled back onto the ground, and Ember made short work of the Human... his whole front was mangled: he was still alive, bleeding out, but no longer a threat. Then came another man, jumping out of the back of his own vehicle, wielding a steel pipe. Ember had to be careful. The man attacked, trying to deal a unhealthy blow to the dinosaur's head, which he did not manage to do, for the animal ducked. As he swung at nothing, Ember opened his jaws, and struck the pipe-wielder's weapon-carrying arm, crunching it with a loud SNAP!
Ember took care of him, ignoring the pain of his bleeding leg. He looked up from the dead Human, to see another in the back of the vehicle, fiddling with a gun. But it wasn't a normal gun: it was a tranquilizer gun, a weapon Ember had dealt with before. The man loaded a dart in the gun, but Ember ran, and jumped up into the pickup, shredding the man before he could shoot. The gun now disabled, Ember toppled over the side of the vehicle, and back onto the ground, digging his claws into the screaming man's belly. Blood splattered on the dusty ground, and the man finally died, his arm twitching even after death. Ember lifted his jaws which were red with gore, done with killing the killers. He'd done it, he had killed them all, he had... Ember heard a rattling sound, and turned around, just in time to see a man in the back do the pick up holding the gun... before the raptor could lunge at the defiant villain, the man fired, the gun making a CLICK! He felt a prick of a needle on his shoulder. Ember still tried to attack, but when he tried to jump into the pickup, he had a tiresome feeling come over him, unlike anything he had before. His vision went blurry, and he started sinking to his knees, before ultimately collapsing. His head hit the ground, and he couldn't move. Ember could see the sky, and the side of the truck, but no man. He understood what was happening. He was dying.
As Ember started to lose his conscious state, he felt a heavy regret. A feeling of regret for many things. He was going to die, slowly, and he was afraid to die. He knew not what lay beyond life. What's going to happen? he thought. The raptor thought of how he never had found a mate, and how he had made only one true friend, but had lost him. He regretted coming along, not matter the friendship he had with Meaty. It wasn't worth dying... or was it? Ember then understood that destiny was destiny, and him going with Meaty was a gift to him: a pack member. Even if he died, he would be given that gift, and his life would be complete, for there would be nothing more for him to do. Maybe he would see Meaty again in an afterlife, or in a reincarnation. Perhaps he would. But now he was the last of his kind, and his genes would not only die off, but his whole species. True, he had to die, but he wish he had died of old age.
Ember continued to look at the blurry sky, and faint hope came to his heart: that maybe the dart he had been shot with, was for tranquilizing an animal, not killing them. Maybe he would wake up after it all went black, just maybe. The last image Ember thought of, was of his home island, so very far away, where he wished he was dying on.Goodbye... world... Then, the world faded to black, leaving reality behind...
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So, before we head on into the second installment, I would like to announce that chapter 12 has now reached the halfway point in the writing stage. I will not spoil anything, but I will say that MW Chapter 12: Sonoran drive is going to be a rollercoaster of action, emotion, and there will be a lot of narration dialogue that will clear some things up, and heavily leave a mark as a pinnacle of MW. I am sure the fans will Love it. Well with no further-ado, let The Feast begin!!
Chapter 2: The feast(s)
Several weeks past for him. After some time, he had constructed a view of the world, based on the information he had gathered from a time just less lengthy than a month:
He was a species of creature designed for hunting and killing, and he had a title; a title that the Beings(which were the highest form of life he knew of, and that he-and his companions-were not much less intelligent than them), called him. The title, if course, was Ember. The term had a nice ring to it, so he began to identify himself as Ember. Ember, as he was now called, was not in any way related to these Beings, but was in the parental care of them. Of his origins, he knew nothing. He could barely guess his start, and where he came from. Another thing of note, is that the Beings, by him, would be understood to be Humans. However, he could not understand English, or any Human language for that matter. Still, he would differentiate them from all other creations of this world, and so he would recognize them-as man could understand it-as Humans...
Almost daily, a routine would occur, of them waking, their most frequently seen Human feeding them, and then playing with one another. Play was lightly rough, with them snipping, jumping, chasing, and playing tug-of-war with one another, as well as the Human. Ember and the larger female(called "Delta"), were the most active of the the four. The other two usually just sat around, and didn't do much. They seemed sick, and soon it became apparent they were. One day Ember awoke to see the male(called Bengal) sleeping in the other cage. But Ember noticed he looked frail, and malnourished. The same could be said for the other female called Sunshine, because she acted lazy, and didn't eat much, which caused her to be scrawny like Bengal.
The same day, the routine started again:
The Human(that Ember, through listening carefully to the Humans to talk to each other, learned the Human was called "Owen", and there was also another word they used: "Grady") was crouched down a few feet away, holding a small furry object, with a long naked string hanging from it. "Delta," he said, moving slowly toward her. He took the furry thing, handed it to Delta. He watched with a smile, as she did not devoure it, but slowly tried to eat this new food they started to be given. He pulled out of a small sack, three more of the food items, and gave them to the rest of the pack. Ember loved the new food. They were dead, but were of some type of animal barely similar to the Humans. They always were a little hard to eat for his size, but he preferred them over the little tasteless kernels he used to be fed. Ember swallowed his whole, but Bengal and Sunshine were, as usual not eating, so Owen tried to encourage them by rubbing their heads, and offering the food closer to their faces. But suddenly, and horrifyingly began to cough and vomit. They then slowly collapsed, writhing like a pair of Snakes, who's heads had been severed. The Human,s face drained of life, as he watched in terror at then two infants with large eyes. At first, his mouth moved, but words had yet to escape them.
"Wu!" the being yelled.
"Yes, Grady?" came a concerned reply. Then the the Human he had first seen at birth came into the room. Evidently his name was Wu. When he came in, he looked down, and saw the two raptors, the female now dead, the male still holding on. His knees buckled, and he fell to the floor.
"No..." he said, tears coming out of his eyes. But these tears were off sorrow, not of joy, as Ember had known them. He picked up Bengal, and said, "They were... why?!" He looked at the helpless animal, as it took its final, tiny, gasp. With the death of the half of the group, a silence had come into the room, louder than sound itself. Delta and Ember had slunk away from the occurrence, and into their respective cages. From his vantage point in the cage, he saw that Wu stood with a face of defeat. But Ember was puzzled. Was the happy one now... sad? The concept of unhappiness and grief, was a whole new world that he didn't want to explore. Sadness was new, and strange. He took one last glance at the happy Human called Wu, and saw something else new to his youthful eyes. A hint of something so subtle, it could be overlooked in the fray: a hint of insanity.
Devoradores de carne
A time ago, short in reality, but long in Malchom's time, Josh had known a Hispanic man named Juan Sanchez. Juan was the only other one besides Josh who stayed behind in Glen Rose. He was a really great guy from what Joshua saw of him. He didn't last very long... Compies had killed him. He remembered when he had found Juan's body, covered in green. Josh had thought he found a dead dinosaur carcass, but he realized after they came off of his mangled corpse. But he had a name for the Compies: "Devoradores de carne": (Little Flesh Eaters). Just a simple term, but menacing in every word, letter and syllable off the tongue. Just the word, 'Flesh', brought sick feelings.
Josh began to fully pass out from the venom. But he wouldn't let that happen... he couldn't let that happen. However, it wasn't just one Compy he was being attacked from, it was a horde from the Abzu of old. He pushed himself up through the attacking horde, throwing several off, as he stumbled like a man drunk on too much fermented flora. He tried to focus, as his flesh was snipped, pinched, and stung from the fangs of Basilisks. One fell from his shoulder, and unluckily met the stomping end of Joshua's boot. It's fragile skull cracked. Such a thing was pure gore, but that was the last thought on his raging mind. His pure rage was what was saving him. He grabbed another one, reaching through a dispersing cloud of green scales, and quickly broke it's neck. SNAP! The Compies began to flee, after seeing two of their comrades die gruesomely, but there was still one slacker that kept on fighting. It nipped at his leg. Josh kicked it hard in the torso, and it went flying into a large boulder on the rocky, dry riverbank, killing on impact.
Still not collecting himself, he raged over to the animal. He then picked it up. He stared into it's black Reptile eye of deviousness.
"You bit me," he said, letting it slide from his hand, and onto the dried up river bed.
"Learn some dang manners, pest". He looked into the woods, and saw(from what he assumed was) the pack leader. It snapped at him from the safety of a high rock. Finally calming down, he picked up his own rock, and threw the stone at it. It scampered into the green, and brown foliage, squeaking loudly in fright, into the woods.
After the death of Bengal and Sunshine, things stayed almost the same. However, they soon were being let outside into the green, lush world they belonged in. Delta and Ember were sent every other or so day, to be with the Owen character. The first thing he heard that he disliked was a little object that clicked. Ember hated it. The Human used it, while speaking, to train the raptors. Still, he learned to tolerate it. They learned fast, knowing the signs the Human gave, listening for key words, and obeying commands.
Ember grew quickly, and soon he was a strong killing machine, that was trained well. As time went on, they matured, and learned to train with the Human perfectly. Eventually, they were introduced to five more of their kind. They weren't all met at the same time, but they met one every now and then. Months past, and Ember realized that he was the only male among the other six: quite a awkward position for him. Soon he cataloged all of the females:
1. A blue raptor, with high intelligence(very similar to Ember's state of mind). He learned her name was her color: Blue. She soon took dominion of the pack as Beta, disapproving Ember's assumption that the teal female, Delta, would be Alpha. But, the Human seemed to have taken that position, leaving Delta as Gamma, in the proper successive order, and Blue as Beta.
2. A green female named Charlie. She was energetic, and sort of immature compared to the rest of the seven. She was the second-lowest-ranking member, and Ember disliked her.
3. A very quite raptor, who's name was Echo. She was Ember's most liked, because she always the more subtle member of the group, not being to energetic, or violent like the next two.
4. This one was a brownish-tan raptor, but they never had fully named her, so he just knew who she was. In truth, her InGen title was A-2, and she was very violent.
5. The final was the most villainous of the lucky-numbered group. He, like A-2, did not know her name, but her designation was V-2. She was grey, her eyes yellow, and her face a terrible disposition. He hated her beyond all the others. V-2 was violent, and continually tried to buck the system, and attack the others for piety reasons. She also tried to assert dominance on Blue, but did not gain her success, and remained lower in class.
In order from highest authority, the order would be as such, excluding the Human:
Charlie: Zeta, and
These were the new members of his group, but it did not stay the same. The new members accepted Delta as a fellow pack-member, but rejected Ember, and viewed him as a rival and subordinate. Though they were females, their basic instinct to have one or more males a part of the grouping, was not absent, but Ember was not popular among them, for reasons he himself did not understand. Fighting would brake out between him, and other members for food rights. Things had started declining.
After almost one year of life with the other members, Ember had become a complete outcast, and V-2 had become extremely aggressive. and would attack them more often. The raptors did not learn to tolerate her, and she herself became a dangerous outcast. Then, one morning, she was gone. Just like that. Ember and the rest awoke to see her area vacant of Reptilian mass. Still, considering she was hated, no one took much interest in her absence.
The same day, the Human he had first seen, Wu, took him away from the group. He didn't know what happened, but he had been tranquilized, hauled away, swiftly put in a cage, and then ultimately loaded him in a vehicle. Ember awoke in the back of the vehicle, which startled him, for he had never before been inside a moving thing not being the arms of a Human. They drove for a little while, although Ember knew not where, and then they arrived at a large, concrete building, deep into the jungle. Ember was still in his cage, when they backed up to the building. He thought he would be crushed against the wall, but it stopped, and a large square opening appeared in front of him, outside of the cage. Then his cage opened, and he was granted leave, but only into the opening into the building. He could see nothing from inside, and a scent came out that smelled like stone, and even more strangely: his own kind. Since he could go nowhere else, and they seemed to want him go from his cage, he did so, in full trusting of their wisdom. He went through the hole, and then stood there in the darkness. Yet it was not fully dark, because there were two dim lights on the ceiling. Above him, and against the front side of the innermost building, was a large platform. He heard a sound, so he looked up to see Wu looking down on to him. He spoke.
"You'll have no trouble here," he said, smiling in a way that seemed unnaturally forced.
"your going to be very safe here, Ember... very safe." Then Wu walked out, hastily leaving him there, closing a door Ember didn't see, but only heard. Ember just stood there for a little bit, but then he heard a snarl. This as well startled him, just like waking up in an alien place. He discerned the noise was from a raptor... that explained the smell, and it was a feminine scent. Suddenly, he knew without a faintest shadow of a doubt, who it was... it was V-2.
Next Up: REVISED Chapter 3: The fire Goddess!
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Hey everybody, my fellow Wikians and Woodians! As promised, here is chapter one, revised to the chapter 7-11 standard. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Different Faces
Light from the darkness
Faces. Four faces. Four smiling faces. That is what it saw when light came through the shell, lightly obscured by some hard material. It moved its body around, trying to break free of its confines. Finally, enough was removed to see much more. As the light came through, the faces became clearer, as its vision adapted into a world negative to where he was looking out of. The first face disturbed it, the round chubby head it was upon, smiled down in an unsettling way. It seemed there could be no trust in it; it seemed it would do you wrong. The second was darker in color, a contrast to all the others. It had a smile, much more trustworthy-looking than the former’s. The third was mostly calm, but showed a hint of excitement, an anticipation leaking through, showing that this face had been waiting for this day, this hour, to witness what was happening now, right before its patient eyes. Not much more however, could be said for that face. Now the fourth... the fourth was smiling so hard it was frightening. But the face obviously cared. It was unlike all the others, seeming to gleam with pride and joy, an accomplishment. It was a face that was so happy, that it began to cry out its tears. The face, from what it was now realizing was much more than a mere face, showed care, love, and a true devotion. It was truly the most intriguing of all things around him.
Then the shell it was inside began to shake, ever so gently. Soon, the shell began to come away, like a scroll, revealing more of the world to it. It could now see that the faces were not just faces, but larger forms, much larger than him. An appendage came down, seemingly from the happy face that had intrigued it. It was lifted out, its skin now feeling cool air, contrast to the warmth of its world now left behind. Things began to happen in the animal’s brain that Humans have occur to them at the same moment of post-birth. It began to understand what it was, and what sub group it was: it was a Velociraptor, of the male order. However, he didn’t know his Latin species name, but just its animal name; Hunter. His genetics knew what he was, and that he was made to survive on the feeding of other life form’s flesh. But, his instinct did not demand that he kill what was touching him, or attack it. In fact, it did not demand him to do anything. His own reasoning told him, that he should trust these larger, god-like Beings. The Beings were his friend it seemed, and he should not attack, or do any such thing.
He, the Velociraptor was now held high into the air that felt crisp, but sterile, adding plainness to interest. The other Beings were holding others. Others like him in form, but not in color of skin, and of sex. He looked about at the others around him, being held in the arms of the Beings. His mind, yet still young, only being existent outside the hard, external egg; the place of his birth, only a few minutes: He had learned that he was one of three, one of two males, opposite to two others like him, but not in gender. His conclusion(coming from his genetics) told him that they were female, the other side of species, who’s part in the group, was to rule over the males, and to supply their species with the female reproductive cells, essential to their existence beyond this group of four. The raptor studied each one in order:
1. A female, quite larger than himself, with a teal scale pattern. She was obviously a dominant character. No doubt, she would try to make herself matriarch, when her youth had changed to adult.
2. This one was a male, beta class to the rest, from what he saw. The male’s body was a light brown, with a so slight tinge of orange. His skin was ordained by stripes, which, if on an alpha member, would be used to intimated betas. He had sadly lost that chance, and would possibly fail in his life, being picked on by the others. However, the raptor who was studying him, did not intend to do so when the time came. He noticed as well, that this male was sick-looking. He seemed frail, and malnourished.
3. A female once more. Her skin was quite beautiful, a near-solid yellow, like the Sun, which she was yet to see. On the yellow were some black spots, like that of a big Cat’s. Her eyes were a crisp emerald. The emerald went in perfect, stark contrast to the rest of her form. From what he could tell, she may have been a contender for matriarch, but was still to be seen. On the health of her, he could tell she looked the same health-wise as the other male.
It was plain to see to him, that this was his family, his group. He would live with them for as long as time would decide, collaborating with fate, and unknowable destiny. He was part of a pack…
A lone man sat under a brown-leaved tree, its branches large, offering shade that could have been there, had its leaves not fallen. In the man held something: a machete, dripping with the red liquid of life. This person’s head was low, slumped, like the rest of his body. He seemed tired. The weary Human was roughly thirty years of age, so his birth being in the decade of the 80’s. He wore jeans, dirty and worn, the knees dirty as well, for they were exposed to Nature. His torso, quite muscular from what you could tell from it being covered, was enclosed loosely with a soiled t-shirt, drenched with sweat, covering an undershirt, though just as dirty. His face was unshaven, having a small black beard, wet from his forehead’s perspiration of salty water. The man’s eyes were closed, and his hair was wet from his body’s response to heat.
From a thorough looking-over of this single Human being, you could tell that he was either poor, or living off the grid. The latter being correct. If, let’s say, you took him, and placed him in New York City, or San Francisco, he would have blended well with the impoverished of the city. He would just be a mere vagabond among the homeless, though he was truly neither of the two. The only comment someone would make, if they saw him in the streets, would be his red hands. One might think he had killed someone, or something for whatever the reason. But to digress, he was neither poor, nor homeless, nor a murderer of another. His name, was Joshua Elmer Malchom.
Joshua’s latter name would have been heard as “Malcolm,” but it was spelled with the exclusion of the L, and introduction of the H, changing his name to a rare, and almost unheard of spelling of it. He, Joshua, was the nephew of Ian Malcolm, a man whose past involved mathematics, and dinosaurs, although not the dead kind. Where Joshua was now, was Glen Rose, Texas, a small town south of city of Dallas, population him. This little town was known for Dinosaur Valley National Park, where visitor could come and see tracks from the once-extinct creatures. Joshua himself, ironically for his situation, was living in the park, for various reasons of his.
The source of the blood on his machete and tightly gripped hand, was that he had killed a Deer just several minutes before, but it was way too hot to even move his eyes. It was a very hot day, and the Sun was shining its heat rays on poor Josh. In front of him, was the Deer, killed by a handmade spear, of which had a sharp piece of thin metal for a point, and its rod, made from a shaved tree limb. A swarm of Flies covered the Deer that lay just a few feet in front of him. It looked as if the extremely thick swarm was not a cloud of Insects, but one being. One could say that The Lord of the Flies himself, the wretched Beelzebub, had made his way across the world, to pay a visit to Malcom, and to feast on his recent kill. Joshua didn't move to strip the Deer of its meat. He did not, for he had started to butcher it a little before, and had found it was crawling with parasites. It was a complete, and utterly total waste, of both time, and energy. Both of which he could most likely have used on something better. However, he seemed to not really care, considering his life at the moment. He stopped caring one and a half years ago... thoughts came up, thoughts he would rather block out of anger, and self-loathing. It made him rage. The thoughts were of why he was here, wasting his life force for nothing. And it all came down to stupidity. It was stupidity that got him here, sitting here in this place, in front of rotting Deer, with a swarm of filth hovering above it. He was angry, and it was because of himself, and his ignorance. A final burst of anger caused him to throw his blade towards the carcass of the Deer, missing it, and causing it to go the swarm of Flies. The Flies had hardly stirred from the projectile now passed, but the Flies didn't care... Flies never care...
The names of the four
Henry Wu had a smile on his face, as he picked up the male creature. Its form was so small, so delicate, that it could be hurt quite easily. It was amazing how such a small little thing, could grow in less than a years’ time, to become an apex killer. That was his job: to raise these animals, and unlock their secrets of intelligence, once thought to be unique to man. Next to Henry, to his left, stood Owen Grady, an ex-Marine, and animal trainer. This man would be the one to actually raise them, train them, and eventually… use them. To his right, stood Simeon Masrani, an Indian man, dressed in a suit, but wearing gloves to participate in the birth of the first batch. To the right of Masrani, and farthest right to Wu, stood Vic Hoskins. In each of their hands, they held one of the raptors, Owen holding a teal female, he, Wu, holding the red and orange male, Masrani holding the striped male, and Hoskins at the end, holding a female with yellow skin.
“They’re beautiful,” said Owen, as he caressed his raptor’s head. To this, Vic replied, “And not just pretty. Think what this guy could do to in combat.” Masrani corrected him, “It’s a female, Hoskins.” Owen glanced over the chubby man, with a hint of disgust. Henry noticed this, but said nothing. The two men were rivals, but not in sport, but in belief. The whole pot of their operation involved using these animals in combat, and Wu and Hoskins loved the idea. Owen, however did not. And Masrani, he didn’t even knew what was really happening at the park. The businessman only thought of making the park a fun place, but they needed money to fund the research, and… “Should we get them to their room?’ asked Masrani, speaking to Wu. Wu agreed, and they to some of the paper towels they had ready, and cleaned them off. After this, they started off.
Suddenly, the world began to move. He realized that the Beings were carrying them away from the platform they had hatched from, and off to he knew not where. Soon, they arrived to a small room, less bright than the previous location. In the room, were four, large fluffy mats next to a larger cage. The mats looked comfortable, and he wanted to go to one. Inside the massive cage, was four round things, similar to the mats, but larger. He soon wanted to lay in one of these instead. Randomly placed around the cage, were strange objects, brightly colored. He, and the others were put inside the cage, each in their own respectable areas.
Now inside of the cage, he began to smell around, and as well as look. The world smelled more intriguing than the previous. There he sat with his three unrelated siblings…
Hours passed, but he still had yet to get a good grip on time. They were just there being watched by the beings, which occasionally took them out, and did things with them. He noticed that they started speaking certain words to each one. To him, they said the word Ember To the striped male, the spoke the word, Bengal. The teal, dominant to be female: Delta, and to the radiant female raptor: Sunshine. So he started to be called by this Ember term, they seemed to be beckoning to him. So when they spoke this, he became alert, and waited to see if they wanted to do whatever they were doing to him. The world was starting to come together…
Joshua was looking at animal prints on the ground. One was large, the other small. The only other difference was age. One was from the Mesozoic era past, the other fresh. One not concerned with prints, would merely not notice the small ones, only the larger ones. However, Joshua was very concerned about the nature of these prints. He then took a knee thinking to himself. As he thought, he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the thin layer of mud covering the dried-up Paluxy River bed. The reason he was here, was to get water from the river. However, the river had recently began to dry up, and now, it was completely dry; you could see the famous Paluxy dinosaur tracks, and the ones he was focusing on now. He considered how old the tracks may be. Possibly and hour old? They were faint because the ground was not moist, barely leaving any mark. He knew what they belonged to: Compsognathus. Small Theropods, about the size a Chicken, and deadly for their small size.
Josh hated Compies. All they were, were packs of little chirpy Demons that squeak happily when they killed prey... Drowsy prey that is. He was wary that there may be a small pack walking about, looking for animals to kill. At the moment, he noticed that there was a skeleton of a small Mammal, probably a Mouse. As he looked more, he came to realize that the whole riverbed was covered in little bones of dead creatures. It seemed clear that the place had been used as a Compy killing ground: Compies liked to catch prey in open areas, so they could swarm the victim with ease. Josh felt a sense of dread. He should try to get out of here. Quick.
At that very moment of unfortunate time, he felt a little prick on his leg. Though not spoken, Josh in his mind thought: Speak of the Devil. He slapped the Compy away, his skin bradhing across Reptilian scales. As he turned, he saw that the bite that had been inflicted upon him, was caused by a member of a group. There was pack of Compsognathus, possibly twenty strong. But it was too late. He stood up as fast as he could, and started to run. But the venom was already seeping through his blood. Soon, he collapsed, and fell to the dusty ground. He then felt the weight of the small animals swarm his body, biting him all over. As he lay there, trying to throw himself around, Joshua Malchom’s eyes slowly went blurry as he awaited the inevitable: the feast.
Next up, the REVISED Chapter 2: The feast(s)!
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What was happening on Isla Sorna? The full answers may never be fully known, but InGen was present there in 1999, involved in a project. This story will shed light on this islands past.
Jurassic Park: The Amalgam Testings
This is a collection of Emails sent between 6/4/99, and 9/28/99. These Emails were crucial in the prosecution of Dr. Henry Wu. Within this one page document, rests a almost trivial collection of messages. However, they are no less intriguing...
By: Dr. H. Wu
To: InGen HQ, Palo Alto, Califronia
We have landed on the destination. Me, and other geneticists are setting up base at the old lab. All embryos, and samples are being shipped now. They should be here soon. Note that the storms here are getting severe; They may interfere with progress. Tell Mr. Masrani that I need better workers. Half of them are quite lazy, and as well, not setting things up correctly. I feel they could harm the operation.
By: Brendan E. Johnson
To: Site B, Costa Rica
Thank you for telling us about your concerns about the workers. Mr. Masrani will look into it. Also, we hope the weather will not interfere much.
Wu sent info on the shipment of illegal embryos.
By: Dr. H. Wu
To: InGen HQ, Palo Alto, California
The embryos, and DNA samples have arrived. 5 in all. We've set up shop, and the workers are still not working hard enough. I again ask if I can get new employees. The storms have passed, so management is getting faster.
Here's the list of Embryos delivered:
And the DNA samples:
3. Amphibian samples
3. Various Avian samples
4. Salt Water Crocodile sample.
Thank you for the shipment.
By: Brendan E. Johnson
To: Site B, Costa Rica
It's been a month since last contact, and Mr. Masrani is wondering how procedures are coming. Do you have anything to report?
Wu reports on the developing Dinosaurs.
By: Dr. H. Wu
To: InGen HQ, Palo Alto, California
Sorry for the late reply, but yes, I do have two things to report:
1. Our first Embryo has successfully been hatched. It is a young Pteranodon. It seems the hatchling has teeth, which should not be. Me and the staff think it is from the splicing, no harm done.
2. We came under a attack from a pack of wild Velociraptors. They nearly killed James(My assistant). Luckily, they were driven away. They had unique tiger-striped hides, I believe from them being wild.
That is all for now...
By: Dr. H. Wu
To: InGen HQ, Palo Alto, California
It's been some time since the last report, and much has occurred:
Our first two Theropods have been successfully cloned. The first a Ceratosarus, which has already grown quite a lot. The second is a Spinosaurus. Our Spinosaur is spliced with some other Spinosaurid DNA, so he's much more muscular than his Mesozoic counterpart. He also is very aggressive, and killed one of our workers, tore him in two. Also, our Pterosaur cage is working well.
After this, a accident seems to have occurred.
By: Brendan E. Johnson
To: Site B, Costa Rica
I am sorry for your loss. Is it possible we made need to send more InGen security?
By: Dr. H. Wu
To: InGen HQ, Palo Alto, California
Yes, you may need to. I am very grim at the state of the testings. Within the time between our last contact, the Spinosaur broke loose, and is rampant on the island.
Contact was suspended on 9/18/99, and InGen left Site B. From what else was discovered, the Spinosaur was still alive in 2001, along with the mentioned Ceratosaurus. We can only wonder what they were doing there, during the events of the Amalgam Testings...
Hope you guy’s liked it! Also, don’t forget to ❤️ the post!
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Well, I just got back from a trip to California, and I decided I should do an update on my activity here. In Cal, I managed to pick up a piece of insect-filled Amber, and eat the biggest fruit in the world: A Jackfruit. You can check that out 👉here👈
Aside from the trip, I wanted to tell you guy’s my plans for my stories, reviews an such.
Malcolm’s was just staying the same. Everything is fine with the story, and the chaplain will be posted every now and then as usual. The commentaries for the story is complete, and will be posted here. However, I am also writing other stories.
The Amalgam testings: A short tale told through a few Emails between Dr. Wu and the Pali Alto, InGen HQ.
Serpent Of The Sea: Can You Draw Out Leviathan?: A story I am keeping under wraps, about the Mosasaurus.
Finally, there is Malchom’s Woods: A Jurassic World Spoof!
Now I am sure you guy’s remember the little gag post where I joked about including a new character, Josephine Malcolm, and changing around characters as well. This parody will be based on that post.
This spoof of the story is almost done, and will be released soon. I was intending to do it on MW’s birthday, but that was on the 31st of July. So MW is also a year old. I Will make a post on the spoof soon, so until then, the MW commentaries will be posted here. The most former of the stories will be here within a week, as well.
My movie reviews
As you guys know, are used to do movie reviews here, specifically crappy ones. I do not believe I will be doing these reviews anymore sadly, I just don’t find enough time, and I can’t easily get access to some of the movies I want to review.
Well that’s all I got.
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🔥Hello to all the Malchom Woodsmen, and Woodswoman!🔥
Following the fiery success of chapters 8, 9, and 10, chapter 11 is here. This chapter is going to be different. The reason being that it’s more laid back. The past few chapters have been going full speed ahead, but this one is a slow drive.
Within this iteration, we are going to come across new people, places, Dinosaurs, and a lot exposition all in one rice ball. Don’t worry though, it flows really nicely. This chapter will be foreshadowing the rest of the novel, so with that, let’s begin!
Chapter 11: The mountains on high
The land of stone trees
The Sun was rising from the east, turning the beautiful world around Joshua a dark orange. Shadows jutted toward the west, as they sprung from rocks and hills. The air was cool, and the windows on the Bronco were rolled down. Crisp air came into the vehicle, filling it with a fresh scent of nature. Northeastern Arizona was different than the rest of the state, and far different than any of what Joshua Malchom had drove through. It wasn't desert, but was dry, and almost void of plant life. In New Mexico, it had been a barren, hot, dying place. But here, he was welcomed with a place of coolness. For every cap rock, there was a small hill. For every dying piece of plant life, there were petrified trees, of ages beyond a man's comprehension...
Joshua was in the Petrified Forest. Formerly a state park, but now a abandoned place, better off than it had been. He wasn't that far off from the mountains and plateaus, where the Grand Canyon existed(Another former state park), maybe a couple hours. Every now and then an old shack, advertising free fossil wood begged for you to come in, and get what it so tantalizingly offered. "They never would have given it to you anyway," Joshua said to himself, chuckling. Those shacks were telling something that never would come, post BX, or not. Outside of them, giant steel Dinosaurs were rusting, and stood facing the highway that hadn't seen a tourist in years. Some were very interesting, others dull. Some where not even real Dinosaurs, but just two-headed-turtle monsters. No one could even have thought that there would be real monsters stalking the Earth; No one ever thought the past would be the future of planet.
The trees that once stood tall, mighty and strong, covering the ground with shade, lay on the side of the road, being shown off, other's being sold to buyers miles away. These trees once were the homes to animals as well. Now, birds made their home in the ground under them, sheltered. Even when all of their existence was gone, except for their shape, time couldn't stop them from being homes to the Earth's life. They were almost all that was left of a antediluvian world, where mammal-like reptiles foraged on horsetails, while others hunted in the underbrush. The lakes that existed within the trees, were home to massive amphibians, who's bulk would never be so great. There, terrestrial crocodiles ruled as top predators with an iron fist. On the outskirts of the massive forest, where the Triassic desert existed, packs of primitive Theropods were beginning their existence... Their presence would be felt far beyond the Triassic. They would return to life a whole era after. Now, that world was forever lost, lost in time, never to be seen with eyes again, and would never be...
As the red dawn began to reach it's ending, Joshua slowed, and pulled over to the most cluttered parking lot he had ever seen. That is, if you could call it a parking lot, it was more of a driveway. It was part of one of the many shops that sold fossils. Statues of inaccurate Dinosaurs stood tall, while others, not so tall, lay rusting on the ground, weathering away. Chunks of petrified flora lay around as if they were just part of the arid scenery. However, this was true, of course, for there was so much fossil material, their value here was almost void. Just stones. He climbed out closing the door, as to make sure his Saurian body-guard wouldn't get out. His boots crunched the reddish gravel, and kicked pieces of stone. He came, having a slight limp, to a glass case, just outside the entrance to the uniquely named, "Fossil Shop". Inside was a specimen of petrified wood, glossy, and multi-colored. It was red in some parts, purple in others, and many different shades were in it. A plate on the case said: "Rainbow Rock. Very Rare." This of course was another scam. The fossilization process, involving many different minerals, colored the rock this way, as it replaced the once-living material. This was not rare. It was as common as the oxygen you breath. This rock was no different than most. Still, it was pretty. Josh picked up a stone, and smashed the case, making sure not to cut himself. He took out the chunk, and held it in the morning light. Just a another rock, yes, but beautiful it was. He wanted a keepsake, and the "Rainbow Rock", would do fine. It had been polished, to give it a attractive glimmer, giving it collection-worthy status. Josh carried the rock back with him, and got in. He placed the rock on the seat, moving aside a bundle of clothes to make space. He then slowly rolled the seat back, so he could get a look at his leg. The bandage needed to be changed, so he did. Bleeding had subsided, but it was still a open wound; A puncture from evil jaws now dead to world. Yet, the Spinosaur's attack may have been fatal, the Dragon's revenge still lingered around this wound, like a cloud of stench. He hoped he wouldn't get what it had. He prayed to God it didn't. All of the journey would have been worthless.
He poured some Hydrogen Peroxide on the cut, and it foamed up a sick, brownish-yellow. He let it fizzle away, and then he wiped it clean, flinching slightly. He took some more bandages(Which he was running low on), and wrapped the wound up. Joshua Malchom slid the seat forward, and started onward. The Raptor was sleeping, not making much noise. It's face was peaceful, and no doubt, it was lost in a dream of happiness. Soon he would reach the second forest, in the highland to the near southwest. That forest was still living, and thriving with life, like this place used to be. Josh drove on, leaving the place of stone trees, and lies of free fortune...
Wu stood outside, exposed to the desert Sun. He was in front of his lab, standing with his workers who numbered nine. Everyone was silent, except for Tracy, who was writing away on a clipboard. The Sun was hot, but the wind blew through the lot they were in, giving a tough of ice in the air. Wu was focusing on a speck in the distance, that was coming their way, kicking up dust. It was small, almost unnoticeable, except for the cloud of stirred up Earth. A person would think that it was one vehicle. But it was far from what it seemed. Actually, it was a large caravan owned by a Mexican cartel. As it came closer, Wu turned to William Helmer, a college and geneticist. "You got the guns?" he said, with a worried tone in his quiet voice. Helmer just nodded slightly. Wu didn't like violence, but he wasn't going to be defenseless. Henry was waiting to meet with the land lord of this state. A man who wanted payment. But not cash. No, he wanted two living creatures as payment.
Soon, the caravan arrived, bringing a since of dread into the hearts of the workers. Tracy had stopped writing. The parade of automobiles were made up of semis, Jeeps, Hummers, trucks, and motorcycles. The riders were mostly Hispanic, with a few here and there of other race. Wu thought he saw a man of Indian ethnicity on a beat-up Harley. Another man was black, inside a Jeep. There seemed to be a mix of many peoples here. In the lead, a Hummer held the controller of the group. On the back of a semi, were cages, empty except for one, which held a young Nasutoceratops. The poor animal was frail, and didn't look like it would live very long. The vehicles stopped, and went silent. Then, a man climbed out of the truck, Hispanic as well, and as evil-looking as the Devil himself. The man walked forward, a blank expression on his face. Behind him, another man, who was white, came with him, carrying a AK-47. The thug behind him had a necklace of bullets, just like a movie villain. Stereotypes. They say their not real, but that's just ignorance. Henry thought. They came up to Wu, and the leader bowed in a sarcastic gesture. He spoke in a deep tone: "Senior Wu," he said, now smirking. "how would we be doing this fine hour?" He spoke in a accent, but he said his speech in perfect English. He was around his late forties, and massive, maybe just above six foot. He had large muscles, and a noticeable, badly scarred arm. His torso was fat though, and he had a slight pot-belly, giving him a strange appearance, almost as if it was swollen. A large, muscular, fat man, he seemed. He also looked quite clean, while the others looked like they had just rolled around in a muddy pit. There could be a lot said from just seeing the man though; He was a man of dreaded, unchallenged authority... A dictator...
"Yes," Wu said, his voice stern. "we have the payment, Mr. Cortez. Would you like to see it?" Wu tried to look tall in the presence of this giant, but it was a futile as a mouse intimidating a predator. "Of course I would, that's why I'm here," the man said, his smile now fading. "but before you do that, I want you to tell me where you got the guns." Wu felt a shiver go up his spine. He looked over at William, and saw that his Glock was plainly seeable under his clothes. The same for Tracy's revolver. "We had them for a while," he said. "they are here for security reasons." Cortez nodded. "So you think I'm a idiot? Why would you need security? Oh ya, I think I know now. Drop them." Henry reluctantly gave the signal to lay the weapons on the ground. They were picked up by two thugs with tattoos on their necks, signifying their connection to multiple gangs, including this bunch of trash. Their history with gangs were no doubt vast. "Now we can get to the more importing things," Cortez said, clasping his hands in front of him.
Wu gestured to two of his workers, and they brought out of the lab, two green Theropods, in cages. The cages were being rolled on small wheels, and the two animals watched the groups of Humans with large eyes of curiosity. They were Troodon, one of the smartest members of Dinosauria, and the entire Archosaurian family, from crocs, to Sauropods. They were named Subjects K9-3, and K9-4, they were siblings, the latter being the female of the two. Wu's face was bitter, but Cortez's mouth was grinning from ear to ear, saying: "Perfectas criaturas..." And he was rolling his hands together like a filthy rodent, which Cortez was closest to in mind. Henry told him the subject's names, and was met with a chuckle from the man. This was his second offering of Dromaeosaur material, the first being a young male Utahraptor, named Subject Q4-8, which he said he had killed when it attacked him. They were told the Cartel leader hung it's massive head on a wall. The former doctor burned within. Wu wanted to slug him.
Tracy Hegler watched in interest. She was not frightened by Cortez, like the others. You see, Hegler knew that Cortez wouldn't harm them. She had studied the cartel's workings, laws, and stats. They were merciless, but she knew the group wouldn't get hurt, as long as they:
1. Had the money, or clones ready to pay him for staying in "His land".
2. Do not try to resist him.
3. Didn't leave the former state of Arizona.
Neither of these were being broken, and she knew they were not going to encounter the sickle of death. Tracy watched Wu try to look strong. Everyone there knew Henry wouldn't lay a finger on Cortez, or even another person for that matter. Everyone there knew he was weak, and even though he looked like punching the cartel leader, Wu would never try anything aggressive. It was almost like prescience to her, that nothing would ever be any different. Tracy wondered why she was even here, however.
She worked for Wu for her love of prehistoric life reborn, but not Wu himself. Her opinion was held among every person there, except William, who was Henry's "Most gifted geneticist"... The kid just saw the frail man as a inspiration, and hero. But a hero of what exactly? Tracy asked herself rhetorically. Really, Wu was a villian, for what he did on Nublar and in Cal. He and Cortez were evils, and Wu was the very much the lesser...
The exchange of living animals for the life of a group of people was completed, and Cortez hulled them off. The line of vehicles drove off toward the distance. Wu frowned, and thought about trying to leave here, and go to the old InGen lab in Chile, but the chances of his life being allowed beyond the state border seemed void. He would be killed by Cortez's goons before he stepped on the gas pedal: He had people in the mountains watching him, ready to take him to the dictator, or put a round through his skull. Life here was grim... Yet somehow Henry knew something would work out.
The slow drive up through the high mountains was amazing in every way. The sky was a clean blue, not a cloud. The drive was almost quiet, except for the beautiful chirps and whistles of birds somewhere in the trees, which grew tall and mighty, just like the ones that now were stone to the northeast. Joshua still had the windows rolled down, letting in the crisp air, which brought pleasure to the lungs, and soul. The mountains were the land of beuhla to Joshua, and even more to the Raptor, which had watched the trees go by, all the way up. Now, they were far south of the Grand Canyon, a landmark famous across the planet. Joshua wanted to go there, to see the place, now over a year into peacefulness. There had not been a man there, and so, nature had reclaimed it just like it had been, many a era ago. This left Joshua slightly mellow, knowing that he couldn't go see the great geological formation. But there was his, and the Raptor's life at stake, because of BX. He never thought the Raptor would be a concern to him, being that he had brought it along for reasons obvious. But as time went on, at it's various paces, the man had started to feel a survival bond between him the animal. Especially after the Spinosaur. He would never forget it, and he would never forget the Raptor's violent, but passionate battle over the life of otherwise, easy prey. Both of them where microcosms of Mankind and Nature. Man and beast, always seen as separate, and they were. They parted ways deep into the reaches of infinite time, and yet, there was a connection. A connection that could be as strong as a Velociraptor's bite...
Josh kept on driving south, time past, until he came to Payson, a town within the mountains of eastern Arizona. The town was nice, even for being abandoned. It had seen many people coming through here, driving towards Phoenix, and Tucson. Joshua would have made a straight shot towards California, but all of Central, and Northwestern Arizona was a deadly BX zone. So he would have to do a drop toward the Cactus desert in the south of the state, and drive towards the coast from there. It was a route that would make it take longer to get there, but Joshua wouldn't have to worry about getting there soon... The town was decent size, much larger than Lakewood, but much smaller than Carlsbad. The Sun was starting to rise towards it's noon position. Joshua would have checked his watch, but it was still in New Mexico, being scorched. He drove through some of the town, and decided to stop. He had wanted to drive on, not stopping, but things had gone wrong, and he was tired. His leg still hurt, and he wanted to rest it, and to take a full day to recuperate. Then, tomorrow, he would get out of there. It wouldn't be a problem, he wasn't trying to get there at a appointed time anyway. He slowed, and decided to look for a motel. He doubted the beds were the best, bedbugs were no doubt colonizing them, but he didn't care.
Sometime later, after searching the town, he found one: The Mountain Hideaway, "FREE WI-FI!" Joshua was happy to learn Wi-Fi was available. He came to one of the rooms, and with his good leg, kicked the door in. His nose was met with the smell of what hotel rooms smell like: Dull. The smell though, was more aged. However, he was surprised to find the two beds inside, sealed in air-tight, plastic covers. It seemed that the owners thought they would be back to reclaim the place, but that day was unlikely to come. The room was clean, no signs of serious decay. He did notice bugs on the walls, but he didn't mind two flies, his only worry was lice, and bedbugs. Josh decided the place was good enough, and unloaded his food, leaving other things inside. The Raptor came out, and started to sniff around the room. He noticed the second bed, which Josh didn't lay things on, and it jumped up on it, smelling it. Within minutes, the Dinosaur was resting there, watching Josh unload. He finished unloading, and dusted his hands off on his jeans. It hadn't taken too long, and he was ready for a night of true rest. He went to the bathroom outside, and took a look at the wound. It was scabbing up, healing fast; He seemed to have done well taking care of it. The image of the thing from the deep rain, came to him, mixing with the horrors from Lakewood. The past few days had been brutal. He got the Raptor out of the room, and loaded it up into the Bronco, and got in himself. As far as he knew, everything was accounted for, so he decided to go find three more things: Medical supplies, entertainment, food, and drinks. He knew the place to go...
He stood outside of a small grocery store, his companion walking ahead, eager for exploration. Josh was looking for food that might have been in the back stock, just like the convenient store he had come to in Glen Rose. He entered the store, by again kicking the door open. Inside, it was bitter cold, like winter. It was dark as well, and Joshua had to navigate in it. Soon, he found a flashlight, a cheap one, on one of the nick-knack sections, next to the cash register. Within an hour, he had navigated the store, collecting food, a six pack of soda, two lamps, bandages, and a much needed shotgun. His old firearm was out of commission: It had gotten wet from the rain, and Joshua had neglected to see that it was rusting. The new shotgun, a 12 gauge, was collected along with four boxes of ammo. The sporting goods department of the store was untouched, which he found very odd. He then got himself some batteries that were still holding energy, and a radio with a CD player which used both cord, and batteries. He then went to the music section, and selected several disks, all from different musicians and bands. He always thought music was better than other forms of entertainment. It always seemed superior to him.
Later, that night, Joshua Malchom had set up the motel room. There was no electricity, so he had to light up candles to keep the room from getting dark. The room was now twilight, and the Raptor was resting, watching a fly on the wall. Joshua was laying on the bed, his back against the headboard. He was listening to some music, sipping a soda, that was warm, with little buzz on the tongue. The music on the radio played without interruption. After he took the last drop of soda in, he set aside his mostly-eating peanut butter sandwich, which was his first bite of food he had made himself, without having to hunt wildlife to make it. After a while he started to get hazy, and a song came on, that he didn't recognize, unlike many other songs, but it wasn't bad. In fact, it was... Very well done. As it played, he started to sit up more, to listen to the lyrics. The song went on like this...
I live in a bittersweet day, In a bittersweet time. Everything goes wrong, but it always turns right. Few friends I have near, the enemies I don't fear. Everything goes black here, but it always turns crystal clear.
Don't you think me sad, the world I have isn't forever bad, even though the darkness eats it away.
Many roads I wander, places I stop to ponder. The world changes from place to place, but the feelings stays the same. I live near to death, though death is far from my the life. I strive, and I fight, to escape the shadow, to go find light.
Don't you think me sad, the world I have isn't forever bad, even though the darkness eats it away.
Oh, I live in conflict, the sweet for a moment, the bitter for an hour, and the wholesome swallows the sour. I travel to a good life I can live, but I exist in the negative. The road stretches infinite, I wonder how much longer to go, but I know, I'll make it...
Joshua listened to the song, and smiled. He could understand the song, and he could, because that was his life right now. His life was bittersweet. Everything went wrong, but it eventually came out alright. Bittersweet, everyday.
Afterward, three cans of warm soda later, the candles were out, and the radio was now playing another song. He laid there, yawning. The day was good, and his leg was better. He had cleaned it off, and bandaged it, nice and snug. He looked at his Saurian friend, and watched as it slept, well fed, after a meal of cow bones, and jerky. Josh began to drift, and strangely a thought came to his drifting mind. The music played a soft song now, with no lyrics, and a face came to his consciousness... A female face, beautiful, charming. He knew her. He knew her a long time ago. A lost love, he wished was here. However, she was long gone. Dead, taken away from him. He missed her, and wondered what life would have been like, had she not died in the collision of dark destiny. A heart ache existed, even though it had been buried under other pains, that were not even as severe. She was his at a different time. And he was hers. Other images appeared. Images of a slightly younger, but cleaner him, standing at a funeral, in black. His face was still, grim, and depressed. Few people were there, just him, as well as also dead mother and father, and a few people he, and his parents knew. The words of sorrowful prayer were said, "Ashes to ashes", but not the words he had wanted to hear. He wanted to hear other happy words said by her, in a time that never happened, and never was going to. Still another glimpse of a past trapped in his halls of memories came to him: He was in the same graveyard, now in shorts and a jacket, kneeling in front of a gravestone. The stone, telling the name of the dead resident. There was the name, the numbered years of the person's short life, and the words, "Death is only the beginning." Some how, those words made the ache hurt more. The small bit of well known speech spoke of a place beyond our present reality. Yet, Joshua didn't know if the words were man's knowledge of a real dimension in the Human existence, or just man's futile hope for eternity. Joshua didn't know, and never cared to know, and that hurt. But something did tell him, that if there was, he wanted to be there as well. A final image appeared, this one of the present. A quiet room, with the inky darkness being shattered by Lunar rays of light, coming from the Sun, light years away. The image was real, just like the others, but it was now. And now, was all that mattered. He said to himself, in his gently drifting mind: Nothing else matters...Knowing that fate was fate, and that tomorrow, it was another day beyond the night. The next day would bring new things, maybe a little better. Then, not dreaming, but silently at peace, he fell off the cliff of consciousness, into sleep...
The Angel of death
In the deep dark night, Ember lay silent as a cat, half-heartedly listening to whatever he could pick up. Almost everything was just Meaty shifting, and talking in his sleep. Still, he could pick up other sounds from what he thought were those beaked animals, like the one he almost ate. He could discern shrieking, and chirping above them, and every now and then, little footsteps. They made him hungry. He leaned forward and started to chew on a bone. The flavor was faded, from old age, but he was happy to consume the food. The room was now filled with the sound of crunching, and chewing. After a time, he managed to fully break it in half. It became a mess, so he started pushing the splinters away from his spot on the bed. He grew bored of that, and started gnawing on the dried meat. This was not so stale, and he felt pleasure flow though his taste-buds. Even more time dragged, and he had finished the jerky... And a another, and yet another piece. He was bored, and he didn't like to be bored. The Dromaeosaurid mind, and even more the Velociraptorian mind, was designed for action. A Velociraptor like him, in his prime, needed something to do, much like that of a Human child. The attention-span of Ember was short, and become longer as his went on, again, just like a Human, in most cases...
In his natural environment, back in the late Cretaceous, among the vast sand dunes of primeval Mongolia, his former self, the pre-clone Ember, would have been active at all times: Hunting herds of Protoceratops, going on long journeys across deserts for food and water. Other times, he would no doubt play-fight with other members of his pack. Everyday life was struggle to survive, however. This made sure that those who were strong enough, would be continuously moving, hunting, and overall, being as active as the later hunter-gatherers. Ember would have been out in the night, hunting for mice, had he not been stuck here.
The Raptor then started to scratch himself. He moved his powerful hind leg, like a dog, over his bruised, cut side. He made crucial note not to break a scab. He could feel slight pain, but he was being careful. Soon he was drifting off from the sensation. Then, abruptly, he struck his largest, and deepest wound. He jumped, and let out a little yelp. He regretted scratching himself. Meaty shifted, but was still traveling the roads of Neverland. The wound started to bleed, now that his once thick scab was split. With a quick movement, Ember started to lick at the wound. He never liked to do to have to taste his own blood, but instinct forced his tongue. He sat there, nursing the wound, again in silence until... Until he heard the animals above stirring. From what he could hear, the little creatures were squawking, and running across the roof. They seemed to be in a panic. Then, a massive WHOOSH! came over the building, and he heard one of animals let out a cry. The cry was abruptly cut off by a gurgle. Something had flown over the roof, and killed one of Dinosaurs.
He looked over at Meaty, who, to his very bitter annoyance, was not aware of the murder from above. The Raptor decided to go investigate, even though the window was his limit. He slowly made his way off the bed, making it squeak slightly, and to the window, which was closed, but not covered by shades. The shades were dusty, and it irritated his nose. He sneezed. Meaty still did not stir. He looked outside. The road was visible, and the other buildings were easy to see. Moon rays lit up the land, making it glow. He scanned outside, but he didn't see anything. Ember was startled when he saw a massive form come down from the sky. It was like a bat, and it had something in it's mouth. It took him a moment to realize what it was: The little plan-eater. Ember felt awe come to him. He knew what the beast was(He had seen them before), but this one was the size of a boulder. It was obviously a killer, and he was thankful his hide was protected. The winged terror had it's wings folded up, it's hands on the ground. It was pecking at the dead body, making tears in the sickle-patterned flesh. It seemed to mess with it's victims before eating it. It then grabbed the Dinosaur with it's beak, which was long and slender, and threw it's head back. The little animal's body began slide back into the beak of the winged monster. It's beak was long, and pointed; The skull was actually only a fraction of it's full head. The Raptor noticed the neck was long and thin, making the bulge that was the animal, visible as it was swallowed. Ember sneezed. Then, it looked over in his direction. It had heard him, and now It saw him. Ember watched as it started walking toward him, in a kind of shuffle, it's wings still folded high above it's head. As it came toward the building, Ember began to growl, and bare is teeth. He now realized how big it was. It was massive. It looked like a Angel of death, coming in the night to slay. He growled louder, but Meaty did not stir. Wake up, idiot, wake up! Ember thought in the moment of dread. There was glass in between him and the beast, but that beak... Then, another form came into view, and attacked the walking monster, squawking, and snapping. It was another one, larger than the former. A brief fight of flapping, and screeching ensued, and eventually, one flew off, only to have the other flap it's leathery wings after it. Everything was once again silent. He could hear the little animals on the roof again, no doubt mourning their loss. Ember had stopped growling, and now was watching out the window. He stood there for the next twenty minutes, watching for more. Yet none came, but his worry was evident, even to a Human.
Finally, he went to lay back down, on his soft bed. Within minutes, he himself was asleep. The room was now silent, and so was the outside. Just pure silence. Both were adrift. The next day was approaching fast. The Moon already going away, and even though they couldn't see it, the Sun was rushing towards the infinite east, ready to shine. They would need all the rest they could get, for the destiny they had both chosen, whether they knew it or not, was in the south, waiting for them...
Next up: Chapter 12: Sonoran drive!
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I am kinda sick of people asking/wanting for accurate dinosaurs in the Jurassic movies. It will probably never happen. Let me take you back to Jurassic World.
"...We have always filled the gaps with the genome of other animals and if their genetic code was pure many of them would look quite different..." -Henry Wu.
This is pretty much the reason why the JW raptors look different from the JP raptors; they changed the animal to complete the genetic code. The same can be said about the gallimimus. The JP gallimimus looks quite different to the JW gallimimus.
If they blended the Velociraptor DNA with birds then maybe JUST maybe we would get feathered raptors. The only hope for accurate dinos will be JW3 as anyone with the technology will be able to make any dinosaur look different.
Hey my fellow Jurassic misfits. I usually make different types of posts but this is BIG. So I want to discuss JW:TBABR. This post will be the area where we can discuss, and debate the new short film.
Here’s what we’ve got now:
1. The short will be released on August 1, and will play before Brad & Shaw.
2. Animatronics will be used.
3. It is currently being filmed in the forests of Ireland.
4. A adult Allosaurus, and a Nasutoceratops will appear.
5. A original JP character will star in the short(Henry Wu?).
6. Finally, by using several of the facts previously mentioned, we know that it is likely, that it will be post JW:FK.
So there we go, that’s every bit of info we got on this. So what do you think the short will be about? How long will it be? Who will be the old character returning? Also, do you think it is post JW:FK?
Anyway, I’d love to hear back from you guy’s!