When you fear the chomp, chomp of the Carnotaurus jaws

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 sleek voice of the automated PA system echoed through the eerily quiet park: "Thank you for visiting Jurassic World. We hope you enjoyed your adventure." The artificial cheer in the voice was at odds with the damaged, desolate state of the park. Broken fences, overturned carts, and the occasional bloodied remnants of chaos told a story of destruction and abandonment.

Rosita drove cautiously, her grip tight on the steering wheel, while Owen and Claire sat tense, weapons ready in their hands. Claire's nephews, Zach and Gray, huddled together in the back seat, their faces pale but resolute. As they approached the looming Innovation Centre, Claire's urgency was palpable.

She brought the vehicle to a screeching halt, leaping out almost before it had fully stopped. "Stay close!" she barked, rushing to the back to help her nephews out of the truck. Owen and Rosita disembarked swiftly, their eyes scanning their surroundings with practiced precision, weapons raised and ready for anything that moved.

"Come on, come on. Go inside," Claire urged, motioning for Zach and Gray to move quickly.

The group made their way up the stairs and into the Innovation Centre, the metal doors slamming shut behind them with a resounding thud. Their hurried footsteps echoed in the cavernous building as they ran down the corridors. "Control room. That way," Claire instructed, pointing toward the signs leading to the central hub. The nephews ran ahead, their faces etched with fear but fuelled by adrenaline.

As they passed the control room, Claire hesitated, glancing down another corridor that led to the Hammond Creation Lab. "This way," she said, a grim determination in her tone. The group followed her lead, their footsteps slowing as they neared the lab doors. The air grew heavy, an almost tangible silence hanging over them, broken only by the occasional flicker of the overhead lights.

A sudden, sharp noise of breaking glass made everyone freeze. Claire turned toward the sound, her breath hitching. "They evacuated the lab," she murmured, staring into the dimly lit, empty room before stepping inside cautiously.

Owen and Rosita followed close behind, their weapons raised, while Zach and Gray lingered near the door, their wide eyes taking in the strange, haunting space. Tubes and beakers littered the counters, some shattered, their contents pooling on the floor. Tanks of bio-luminescent liquid glowed faintly, casting an eerie blue light on the walls. Monitors displayed half-rendered schematics of dinosaurs, their screens flickering erratically.

As they ventured further into the back room, their eyes were drawn to a series of massive glass cylinders lining the walls. Each cylinder held the remnants of genetic experiments—preserved embryos, skeletal reconstructions, and unidentifiable organic masses floating in suspension. The glowing light from the tanks reflected off the scattered tools and shattered equipment, creating ghostly silhouettes.

The lab was dimly lit, the faint hum of machinery echoing as everyone stood mesmerized by the reptiles in their containment. The glowing tanks cast eerie reflections on their faces, but the tranquillity was shattered by the sound of a door creaking open behind them. Heads turned sharply to see several men enter, carrying metal bags loaded with DNA containment vials.

"What are you doing?" Claire demanded, her voice laced with confusion and authority.

One of the men, smug and unfazed, stepped forward. It was Hoskins, his smile oozing arrogance. "I'm afraid that's above your pay grade, honey," he said with a condescending smirk.

Rosita's hand gripped her gun instinctively, her eyes narrowing in cold fury. She was ready to fire when Owen's firm hand landed on her shoulder, holding her back. She shot him a glare but reluctantly lowered her weapon.

"Where's Henry?" Claire asked, her voice sharper now, eyes darting between Hoskins and the men ransacking the lab.

Hoskins chuckled, stepping closer to her. "Dr. Wu? He works for us."

Gray, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward, pointing at the monitor displaying the Indominus rex. "That's not a real dinosaur," he said bluntly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

Hoskins turned his gaze to the screen, letting out a small laugh. "No, it ain't, kid," he admitted before looking back at the group. His tone shifted to one of exaggerated conviction. "But somebody's gotta make sure this company has a future."

Rosita glared daggers at him, her voice dripping with disdain. "And that would be you?"

Hoskins' grin widened as he began to pace, clearly enjoying his monologue. "Imagine this: that creature, a fraction of the size. Deadly. Intelligent. Able to hide from the most advanced military technology. A living weapon unlike anything we've ever seen. You see... millions of years of evolution, and what did we learn?" He gestured grandly. "Nature is a gift that just—"

Before he could finish, a guttural growl filled the air. Every muscle in the room tensed as a sleek figure leapt into view—Delta. Her predatory eyes locked onto Hoskins, who stumbled back, his composure cracking.

"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, panic overtaking his smug demeanour.

Owen instinctively moved, shielding Claire and the boys while Rosita raised her weapon again, standing firm at Owen's side. Delta's eyes locked on Hoskins.

"Easy. Easy, boy. Easy. Hey, hey," Hoskins stammered, his back pressing against the glass doors as he slowly slid to the floor. Desperately, he mimicked Rosita's earlier gesture, raising a hand as if to pacify the raptors. "We're on the same side, right? Right?"

Delta's head tilted, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air. Hoskins' desperate plea broke the momentary silence. "Easy. I'm on your side."

It was too late. With a ferocious snarl, Delta lunged, sinking her teeth into his arm. Hoskins' screams echoed through the lab as the group seized the moment.

"Go! Move!" Rosita hissed, ushering the boys and Claire toward the exit.

As they ran, Delta turned to finish her grisly work, her movements swift and ruthless. Claire barely had time to redirect her nephews when the sound of glass shattering rang out. Delta had thrown herself through a window, landing directly in their path, snarling ferociously.

"This way!" Claire yelled as the group veered sharply, only to find Delta close behind, her growls sending shivers down their spines.

Gray's quick thinking saved them a fraction of a second. He slammed a button on a monitor, activating a holographic Dilophosaurus. The glowing figure appeared in front of Delta, confusing her. "What the—" she growled, swiping at it only to pass through the illusion.

Rosita grabbed Owen's arm, pulling him toward the exit. They burst outside, rushing down the stairs, but their path was cut off again. Blue stood at the bottom, snarling. Delta and Echo emerged from either side, circling the group like wolves hunting prey.

"That's how it is?" Owen muttered, his eyes meeting Blue's. The tension was unbearable, each second stretched into eternity.

Rosita made the first move. Slowly, she lowered her weapon, her gaze locking with Blue's. "Easy. Easy," she whispered, her voice calm and soothing. She raised her hand, mimicking the gesture of trust. Blue growled low, baring his teeth, but he didn't attack.

Rosita stepped closer, her movements deliberate, until she reached the camera strapped to Blue. Gently, she removed it, her hands steady. Blue watched her with an intensity that was almost human, her growl softening into a purr as she nudged Rosita's hand.

"That's it," Rosita whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. For a brief moment, it seemed like they had forged an unspoken bond.

A deafening roar shattered the fragile peace. The Indominus rex emerged from the jungle, her massive frame towering over the group. Her guttural growl was directed at Blue, her voice filled with authority. In their primal tongue, she commanded, "What are you waiting for? Kill them."

Blue turned, his gaze darting between Rosita and the Indominus. With a low growl, she responded, "Run, my love."

The command was clear. Blue charged at the Indominus, his smaller frame a blur of ferocity as he leapt at the beast. The Indominus swiped her claws, sending Blue crashing into a wall with a sickening thud.

"Blue!" Rosita cried out, her heart shattering as she saw her ally fall.

Delta and Echo exchanged a glance before turning their attention to the Indominus. "Oh, hell no," Echo snarled, her voice defiant.

Owen and Rosita exchanged a knowing look, a shared smirk of determination. Together, they let out a sharp whistle, a signal that sent the remaining raptors charging. 

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By: SilverMist707