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InGen University part 9
By CeratosPit
An hour after the gang had arrived at Nick’s beach house, roughly seventy guests stopped by. Many of whom were from InGen University as well. Including a trio of hisPanic fellows called Enrique, Juanito and Carter who covered songs like ‘Low Rider’, much to the joy of Ray and Roland. While those two tore up the dance floor, Alan and Elle tore each other up in every room of the house. Nick was sweet talking a hot set of twins in the hot tub, Paul continued streaking and Amanda played her Gameboy in the attic. She was in no mood for company, got some anyway when Sarah climbed up and joined her. Sarah was lucky Amanda tolerated her company above all others on this trip. Even that of her husband.
“Hey, Mandy, have you seen Ian?” Sarah inquired. “I wanted to ask him to dance.”
“Beer run.” Amanda answered without taking her eyes off of the little screen. “Should be back in ten.”
“Oh, alright. Thanks.” Sarah said ready to leave. However, she found herself unable to leave her friend up here alone. “Hey, why don’t you come downstairs?”
“Not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t party on Fridays. You know my deal.”
Sarah sighed. “Look. While I find it awesome that you’re able to organize your emotional states by the days of the week, you can’t let that dictate how you sPend your time. Now I know you came here to party. Otherwise, why join us at all?”
Amanda’s eyes almost creeked as she pulled them away from her Gameboy. “How’s the cover band?”
“Los Medjai? Not bad. Come on, we’ll mosh and grind with random guys and Paul will be too wasted by tomorrow to remember any of it. Besides, you’ve never had a proper bachelorette party.”
Amanda shut off her Gameboy and walked over to the staircase. “The light in here kinda sucked anyway.”
Back at our favorite museum, Professor Junkee walked the empty halls of the museum in search of the plane crash with a duffle bag full of children on his shoulder and a song in his heart. “Money-money-money-money…MAAAAHNAAAY!” The children inside the bag, however, weren’t having such a ball. Lex opened up the zipper, stuck her head out and took a deep breath.
“I can’t breed in there!” She complained. “It’s filled with smelly babies!”
Eric then poked his head out and joined her. “I concur, darling, not that you’re a bed of roses yourself.”
Finally, Tim and Kelly popped out. “Bag stink like poo! Me no like pointy face man.” Tim complained.
“Look!” Kelly pointed out towards the gift shop. “Dollies!”
“Yeah! Let’s ditch Captain Junkee and go play with those toys.” Lex suggested.
“I suppose even horribly overpriced knick-knacks and doodads are a comfortable alternative to the company of this boob.” Eric noted. “Come along children.”
Unknown to the preoccupied professor, the jovial juveniles defected from the duffle bag and set off for the souvenier stand. It was about this time that the Professor took a right turn at a fork in the hallway and wound up in the Hall of Big, Dead Critters. “Excuse me?” he asked. “Do any of you zombified museum goers and dinsaurs know where I can find a plane crash site?” And then what he said suddenly dawned on him. “Wait a second.”
Professor Junkee was standing in a room crowded with the reanimated corpses of dinosaurs and people who were previously missing from the other areas of the building. But he barely payed any attention to the latter, as the ground shook beneath the footsteps of undead dinosaurs. No longer just brown skeletons, the beasts had somehow regrown most of their muscle tissue and large patches of rotting skin which covered most of, though not all of, their surface area. In the center of the room stood, Imhotep, who looked casually at his interuption. “Goody, more company. I thought it felt a bit empty in here.”
Just then, little Malkovitch Malcolm peeked out of the duffle bag and looked at the mummy. “Bald man wear girly dress!”
Unaware of the little English sPoken by the child, Imhotep snapped his fingers and told the T-rex, “Turn ‘em.” In his ancient Egyptian language. The dinosaur faced the man with the duffle bag and bellowed an angry roar.
Thinking that the child’s insult had provoked the weird bald guy to sic his Rex on them, Junkee scolded the child in Pig Latin. “Upid-stay Aby-bay! Ix-nay on-ay e-thay irly-gay ess-dray!” And in a desPerate attempt to save himself, Junkee tossed the duffle bag full of Ian Malcolm’s children into the gaping mouth of the T-rex. The zombie dinosur was confused at first, but he swallowed the sack of children and belched his delight. Junkee turned tail and ran, but some unseen force had stopped him and dragged him closer to the Mummy.
“Ait-way.” Imhotep said. “Ou-yay eak-sPay e-thay anguage-lay of-ay e-thay igs-pay. Ou-yay ay-may e-bay of-ay use-ay o-tay e-may et-yay.”
Now, Professor Junkee had no idea how anything that just transPired in the past 30 seconds was possible, but somehow he found himself in the thick of it. And if there were two things that the boy scouts had taught him, it was to always be prepared and that no matter what the camp counselors say, there is no candy in their underpants. “Ad-glay o-tay e-bay of-ay ervice-say! Hee hee!”
About a mile South, Eddie’s double decker bus continued to plow through traffic as it’s driver, the mysterious giant, continued to drive with urgency. All the guys were catching some shut-eye. Most were drug induced, but for Billy’s. He had gone through a lot that day. And so the inquisitive Cheryl found herself making an awkward attempt at conversation with her bus driver.
“So…” asked the little girl. “What kind of name is Sholly, anyway?”
“SHOLLY!” the giant yelled. “Eet eez dah name my mathah gave me.”
“Huh.” Cheryl resPonded to the obvious statement. “Doesn’t really answer my question.” She then noticed that the man wasn’t wearing any seat belts. “You know, you really should buckle up.”
The driver rolled his eyes. “Leesten, keed I don’t need any auto safety advice from a--”
The giant never did finish that sentence. Because as he began talking, an enormous tree fell onto the road ahead of the bus, causing him not only to crash, but fly out though the windshield and tumble along fifty feet of road. Inside the bus, Cheryl got up off the floor a little bit bruised but no worse for the wear. Billy, however, crashed his crotch into a handrail and the other three guys landed in a dog pile. Cheryl got up and looked out of the broken windshield to find her huge friend seemingly lying dead over fifteen yards ahead. “Sholly!” she cried.
As if she had raised him from the dead, the giant stood up and turned to face the young girl back in the bus. But her look of relief had turned into one of fear and shock. Half of his face had been shredded off on the pavement. That alone would have frightened her enough, but the fact that he had a metal skull and a robotic eyeball just added a whole new layer of fear. And his skin seemingly growing back within seconds was the icing on the fear-cake. It was now more apparent then ever to Cheryl, that Sholly wasn’t exactly human.
“Ah you alright!?” The giant called.
“I’m okay!” Cheryl answered. “Billy busted up his junk, but I think he’s used to it by now!”
“Not really, no.” Billy groaned as he got back up.
The giant began to walk back to the bus, but after the first few steps, he halted. With his robotic eyes, he scanned his surroundings. He had company. Behind him, a human figure walked out of the midst. And not just any human form, but that of a gorgeous woman. Without even turning around, the giant said to her. “You should not have followed me, Cat.”
“You shouldn’t have left.” was the woman’s reply.
After that, the skin on her hands turned into sand and then took the forms of sickles. The sPeed she lunged at her foe with was as inhuman as her shape-shifting abilities. The very wind created by the swipes of her scythes could scratch human skin. However, the giant successfully evaded her attacks as he must have done so countless times before.
He ran up to the fallen tree which the bus had previously crashed into and in a disPlay of Herculean might, lifted the tree from the base which his opponent had had previously lumberjacked. Then, raising it high one last time, he bore it down and smashed it at a force which made the Earth quake in a half mile perimeter. It rained sPlinters and branched while the air was thick sith sawdust. The giant picked up his concussion rifle off the road and cautiously approached the sPot he saw Cat standing before he smashed her. He kept his firearm cocked and ready to fire at any given moment.
Though she was buried beneath leaves and sPlintered wood, Cat must have very well known where her target stood because scarcely half a second had elapsed when her outstretched hand burst out grabbed the business end of the giant’s gun while her leg kick him back ten feet. But how different she looked when she stood back up! No longer a physical sPecimen of feminine perfection, she was was can best be described a horrible cyborg zombie! It was only when a contained sandstorm had engulfed her and turned back into her skin and hair did she look human again. Only now she was holding the giant’s gun.
Correction, now she was firing the giant’s gun... AT THE BUS! As Billy, Cheryl, Eddie, Mark and Rob watched from inside, their lives began to flash before their eyes. Billy had clutched Cheryl tightly as if it might bring her some comfort. Rob just chuckled like an idiot. Before the projectile could hit the bus, however, their heroic Sholly jumped in front it and got his entire right arm blown off.
About a minute after this crazy battle had begun, our hero was lying on the road in a small puddle of his own blood, ten feet away from his own arm. His bionic arm. Cat walked over to him with a look of satisfaction on her face and stooped down. “I could kill you right now. In fact I really ought to. However my first objective has been fulfilled, and I would really like to continue this later.” And with that she walked back into the woods.
What was her first objective? Seeing that Imhotep’s forces reach Elle Sattler before the giant did. And as he looked up into the sky, he saw them. Hundreds of pterosaurs airlifting a brachiosaurus towards the south. Billy and Cheryl thought they’d seen about everything when they saw a sauropod fly. And riding that brach were a T-rex, a sPinosaur, a couple of Triceratops, a Dilophosaurs, a Stegosaurus, several raptors of varying ages and on the head of the brach was the Therizinosaurus Imhotep had put in charge. Now, more than ever was the mission of the giant compromised.
4/19/2004 11:19:14 AM
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