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InGen High p13 (my lucky number!)
By CeratosPit
Ian Malcolm walked into the school. None of the lights were on, and this worried him a bit. Why would Hammond open the building and not put any lights on? Had he finally gone crazy? Ian pondered this as he made his way to the gym. He had the distinct feeling that he wasn’t alone, but he saw no one else in the hallway. When he made it to the gym he discovered that the lights weren’t on over there either. He walked over to his Electronic Ant Farm and looked inside. It was empty. The riotous ants must have escaped. Ian was disappointed a little, but he knew his grade was in the bag.
Suddenly, Ian‘s disappointment turned in worry when he saw a shadow creep up behind him. He sPun around to meet his stalker but discovered that it was none other than his good friend, Nick Van Owen.
“Oh, Nick!” Ian sighed. “Jesus, man, you scared me. I thought I was alone, here.”
Nick chuckled a little. “Nah, man. There‘s plenty of other people in this gym!“
Eddie Carr stepped out from behind his exhibit, smoking a fatty. “What’s going on?”
Juanito Rostagno walked by, holding a clutter of fossilized mosquitoes. “Que pasa, Hombre?”
Paul Bowman (not Kirby) came up to Ian. “Good evening.”
So did Mark Degler. “Hello.”
For the first time, Ian realized how many people were in the gym. There were at least 15 other kids besides the ones that greeted him. Some he knew, some he didn’t. Ian felt like an idiot for thinking he was in some kind of horror movie. But there was still one question on his mind. “Hey, ah, guys? Do any of you know why the power is out?”
Ray Arnold came out from the shadows to answer that question. “Hold on to your butts, guys. From the looks of it, somebody shut off all the power in this school. The lights don’t work, the televisions don’t work, hell even the vending machines don’t work.”
Ian just didn’t understand why Hammond would shut down all the power in the school. But within seconds he would forget all about this mystery. A loud, monstrous roar echoed throughout the school. Ian and everybody else in the gym froze in terror. He felt very justified to have thought he was in a horror movie earlier. “Man do I hate being right all the time.” he whisPered to himself.
The large gym doors swung open revealing a pair of ten foot high, carnivorous dinosaurs with three horns on their faces. Ian suddenly recalled Wu claiming that his birds were mutating into monstrous primitive forms of themselves, and Al saying that they might become dinosaurs. Al‘s theory definitely deserved the prize it won.
This was no time to stand around thinking, though, this was a time for running like crazy and that‘s precisely what everyone did. Ian was so focused in reaching the back door of the gym, that he barely noticed ten kids getting eaten and stepped on behind him. Joining him were Nick, Eddie, Bowmen, two boys and a girl. Juan, Mark, Ray and two other boys hid behind the stacked bleachers in the gym.
Back at the game, Al scoured the bleachers next to the field for his beloved El. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. “How am I ever going to find her in this crowd?” he asked Billy.
“Dude, she‘s right there.” Billy replied, pointing to a girl on the Jumbotron pouring soda over herself and rubbing it in her hair. Al and Billy smiled as they sheepishly crossed their legs. The former analyzed the image on the giant screen and deduced that she was on the row second to the top, pretty close to their side. He climbed up the step-like rows of seats and found the wet girl of his dreams watching the game apparently alone.
“Say, Billy.” he told his young friend. “Could you like, um, make yourself scarce while I put the moves on El?”
When Al said this, Billy felt like he had been totally rejected. “Oh. Yeah, I…guess. I‘ll just, um, go find some other friends to go hang out with. Later.” He walked off, knowing damn well that he had no other friends. Al didn‘t know this, though, and went up to El.
“El!” he exclaimed. “Hey, it‘s me! I made it.”
“Al!” she resPonded happily. “I‘m so happy you came! I just broke up with my boyfriend, Nick, and I could really use a friend right now.”
Al sat next to her as smoothly as possible. “Well, I may not have known you for very long, El, but if you need to talk about anything or need some emotional support, I‘m here for you.”
“That’s great. You wanna make out?”
“Do I Ever!?”
Al and El sucked each other’s faces like human leeches while the game began. Down in the left end of the field, the InGen High Superclones ran through a banner with the InGen High logo on it. They all high fived each other and psyched themselves up for this game.
And over on the right side of the field, the fanfare music played for the BioSyn High Ubermenche while their banner got sPread out. But when the music ended, nobody came out. This left the audience and the Superclones a little confused. The fanfare played again, but nobody came ripping through the banner. At least not for a few seconds.
Surprising everybody in the stadium, twelve velociraptors came tearing through the BioSyn High logo. They snarled in all directions, sending the banner holders and all other personnel running out of the field. Back on the other side, the Superclones didn‘t know what to make of these new opponents, but they didn‘t run off screaming like little girls. The alpha raptor looked straight ahead at these brave and stalwart fellows, recognizing from the clothes they wore that they were the same breed of human that delighted there taste buds earlier. He issued a challenge cry to the jocks that shook all but Roland.
“You bastards want to play!?” Roland yelled back. “We‘d be happy to teach you.”
The fair haired quarterback screamed a fearsome battle cry and the InGen High Superclones charged at the fearsome velociraptors who did the same. Why the football team ran up to meet the dinosaurs, no one really knew. Perhaps some thought that it was just another high school prank, perhaps some thought that beating these things would make them heroes. But most likely, the reason was that the InGen High Superclones simply didn’t back down.
The two teams consisting of dinosaurs and humans met each other in the center of the field where they locked in combat! This was no longer a football game, but a battle to the death. The raptors were well armed with sharp teeth, claws and powerful hind legs. The Superclones, however had more upper body strength and were well defended with shoulder pads and helmets. But perhaps their greatest asset was that the raptors were inexperienced killers. DesPite their maturity, they weren’t even a day old and the only things they had hunted were some class hamsters, other inexperienced baby dinosaurs and some other football players who weren’t wearing the armor of these warriors.
“Burke!” Roland yelled while punching one in the face. “What are these bastards!?”
“They’re velociraptors!” Burke called back, choking one. “They’re pack hunters with telescopic vision and deadly claws on their feet!”
“That’s great!” Ajay cried, tackling one into the ground. “But tell me, why aren’t they buried in the ground being fossils!?”
“Your guess is as good as mines!” Burke replied, delivering a boot to the face of one of the raptors.
One minute had passed before the alpha raptor shrieked a retreat cry. The eight surviving raptors retreated back where they came from. Only Roland, Ajay, Burke, Dieter and Carter were left standing. All the other Superclones lied dead on the ground along with four deceased velociraptors.
“I guess we showed them, huh?” Dieter commented.
“That’s right.” Carter said. “You don’t mess with a Boricua!”
The entire crowd was silent to the degree that one could hear a pin drop. Seriously. Paul Kirby stood next to the bleachers with his poster board sign wrapped around his waist and dropped a pin on the ground. Everybody turned their heads to see it. Even Al and El, who had been tongue wrestling through all the action.
“What’s all that racket!?” Al complained as he looked in the direction of the fallen pin. He just then, realized the eerie silence of the crowd. “Hey, why is everybody so quiet?”
“Al,” El answered, “I think we missed something.” She pointed to the survivors and dead bodies on the field. Al stood forward and looked at the carnage in awe.
“What the hell could have done that?”
As if to answer his question, a tremendous crocodile-like head crashed through the three rows of bleachers right in front of Al. Being well learned in paleontology, he knew what this creature was. A sPinosaurus! It’s head thrashed back and forth, snapping up terrified sPectators and eating them up candy. Al fell back in his seat and grabbed El who was shocked as he was. They both stood up moved toward the end of their row, but the creature’s powerful neck shot up and broke the elevated benches! This caused Al and El to lose balance and fall back down, beneath the sPinosaur’s hungry jaws!
2/28/2003 12:28:36 AM
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