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Muldoon's Vengeance PART ONE OF TWO
By Dino-dave
Hi there! Just Before you start reading my fanfic could you please leave comments for me when you are done as they are much appreciated. Thanx!
This story is a sort of sequel to my short fanfic 'Tale of a Gatekeeper' because it tells a tale of one character from JP. You don't need to have read 'Tale of a Gatekeeper' but I will post a set of storys including this one and gatekeeper as a sort of omnibus! Enjoy reading!!
The pale morning light filtered through the blinds of Michael Stephens’ office. It fell on his desk and highlighted the narrow rivers of sweat running down his face. He sat up and began nervously fidgeting with the pen on his desk. Opposite him a tall dark man clothed in khaki shorts and waistcoat sat in the shadows.
‘Uh.., Uh..’ Stephens’ stuttered, clicking his pen erratically.
The man leaned out of the darkness. Stephens could instantly see three prominent scars that ran along his face diagonally.
‘My god….’ Stephens felt as if he was going to be sick.
‘The name’s Muldoon. I’ve been searching for you’ He spoke his words like velvet flowing out of a robot ‘You’re a very dangerous man.’
‘Uh…, Uh…I.., Uh’
‘But you don’t look it.’ He slowly placed his eagle like hands on the desk. His dark brown eyes cut through the wall of light and stared right into Stephens’.
‘I.., I…’ Stephens quivered.
‘You hear my side of the story first, eh?’
Stephens nodded.
‘Clever Girl’
The other female snapped back her grin to gape at him as she compressed her back limbs and jumped feet first at Muldoon’s chest. Muldoon screamed with penetrating volume to tell others near him that the raptors were loose and hunting. He felt the retractable claws scraping on his bullet proof vest as he whipped his knife from it’s holster. The female’s eyes flicked back and forth, trying to work out why she wasn’t already standing in a wet, warm mass of pain. The female jumped back, flinging herself six metres clear of Muldoon. She started screaming and hissing at him, trying to provoke him to run away, so that she could have a go at tearing his back. Muldoon stood his ground, holding the knife firmly in his hand. He twisted and turned the blade, trying to reflect the sunlight in to the raptor’s eyes.
The other raptor to the right started to bolt towards him, tightening the muscles for an attack. Muldoon waited for the precise moment to jump. The raptor lunged and saw that Muldoon had leapt in the air already, so she raised her altitude to catch him. In a split second Muldoon dropped and ducked, the raptor just sailing above his head. He had her. The raptor crumpled behind him. He turned and sank the blade straight into the animal’s spine, hearing the crack squish was a triumph. Now there was just the clever one. Muldoon turned, withdrawing his knife from the animal’s back. The intelligent female had gone. Muldoon heard rustling in the distance, then silence.
On his way back to the compound, Muldoon was wondering whether Ellie had turned the power back on, when his thoughts were interrupted by the monotonous thudding of a helicopter. It resonated through the jungle.
‘Dammit!’ Muldoon knew Hammond and his friends had gone. He wandered into the control room, lights on. He was glad he had power. He noticed the smashed window and the step ladder lying awkwardly over Nedry’s computer. Muldoon walked up to one of the working computers and wished Arnold was there. He didn’t have a clue about computers. He tried one of the phones. The line was dead. He would have to find a small boat at the docks and try to get home from there.
Muldoon stumbled down to the bunker to gather supplies. He was gazing at the empty clinical table where Malcom had lay when he noticed a stack of files in the corner of the room. Hammond must have left them behind. In his curiousity he walked over to the files and began sifting through page after page of confidential documents, eyes glazed over as he consumed the information blazing on the page. His lips went dry. Sweat streamed from his forehead. He could not believe what he was reading. Muldoon tore out the last page of the files with the heading ‘SUMMARY’, scooped up a rifle with seven rounds in it and left the bunker.
He heard the crunch of the T-Rex roaming the lush rainforests of Jurassic Park as he inspected the Visitors’ Centre. He studied the splintered remains of the building and saw the bodies of two female raptors, neither of them the intelligent one. He estimated the distance to the docks to be about five miles, so he took refreshments from the Visitors Centres’ bar and then headed on towards the docks.
Muldoon was two miles down the dirt track when he noticed a faint squeaking in the foliage. He was familiar with those noises. He paced up to the undergrowth and pulled back a large shrub to reveal a family of small brown green lizards. Compsognathus. Muldoon followed the edge of the bushes until he came across the remains of large man who had been consumed by several different species of dinosaur. Muldoon noted the tar-like substance splattered over the man’s shirt. Muldoon tilted his head to look at the man and realised the pale plump head was Nedry’s. The compys in the bush were feasting on his arm. Muldoon watched as the compys gorged themselves with little chunks of Nedry like featherless birds. Then they scattered. The compys hurried across the dirt track and disappeared in to the foliage.
Muldoon stood in the thick silence, waiting for something to happen. He heard the rustling of the bushes to his left. He raised his rifle and waited, trying to still his heartbeat. A loud hooting erupted from the bush in front of him. He watched as the green leaves parted and the crested dilophosaurus hopped out into the open. It’s eyes rolled in their sockets, quietly studying this human before it. Muldoon tried not to make eye contact, he knew dilophosaurus felt threatened by eye contact and would spit at his eyes, obviously what had happened to Nedry. The dilophosaurus hooted, waving it’s tail gracefully. Muldoon tried to sneak away, slowly backing off along the dirt track..
Suddenly the dilophosaur fanned a brightly coloured frill and forced air from it’s gut up through it’s venom glands to make a wet roar. Muldoon froze. The call echoed through the hollow jungle, startling birds several kilometres away. Then the dilophosaur stopped screaming. It’s eyes twitched and focused on a soft hooting permeating through the leaves. The dilophosaur lowered it’s rattling frill as another dilophosaur emerged from the foliage. The visitor crept up to it’s twin and they made eye contact simultaneously. Both raised their fans the moment their yellow eyes clicked, and they snapped at each other like bickering dogs. The contestant made a bite for the dilophosaur’s neck.
Muldoon sprinted down the track. After running for thirty metres Muldoon caught a glimpse of a vehicle slanted above a small waterfall. On closer inspection Muldoon found keys in the ignition and smears of blood on the driver’s seat. A crumpled laminated ID card lay on the passenger’s seat.
‘Nedry.’
Muldoon slotted his rifle into the gap between the driver’s seat and the door and ignited the engine. As he reversed onto the track Muldoon noticed the dilophosaurs fighting in his rear view mirror. The first had been wounded, a fragment of it’s torn frill hung limply from it’s neck. Muldoon put his foot on the gas. The jeep stuttered as the wounded dilophosaur collapsed.
As Muldoon glanced at the fuel gauge he heard a thunderous crash to the rear of the car. In the time it had taken him to check the gauge a juvenile rex had snapped out of the jungle, crushed the winning dilophosaur and scooped up the other in it’s mouth of knives. Muldoon heard it’s spine buckle under the weight of the rex’s jaws. The rex gulped the dead animal and drooled over it’s next victim. Under it’s foot the dilophosaur screamed for mercy before having it’s upper body dislocated from it’s crushed legs and tail. Muldoon stamped on the gas, the car suffocating from lack of oil. The juvenile let out a pre-pubescent roar and trundled back into the jungle, dragging pieces of the dilophosaur under it’s foot. Muldoon released the strain on the gas and let out a labourious sigh. The jeep sputtered steadily down the track, away from the steaming remnants of two dilophosaurs.
Michael Stephens sat in what seemed like a stifling heat. He wiped his oily face and placed his broken pen on the table. A scraping noise echoed from the corridor outside Stephens’ office. Stephens sank into his chair, eyes widening. Muldoon creased his face into a grin as he watched him squirm.
‘Listen, I didn’t…, I mean I..’ Stephens glanced at the exit. Muldoon could see he wanted to leave.
‘I haven’t finished my story yet.’ So he went on.
‘Blast!’ The car’s exhaust was raw. It hacked and coughed to a halt two miles from the docks. Muldoon got out of the car and felt the waves of heat reflected off the ground dust scald his face. He felt his blood bubbling under his skin, his lungs searing with the dry heat of the air. As he gripped the rifle brown blobs formed before his eyes, joining together and rippling like reflections in water. The blobs grouped together and formed a lumbering animal moving through the fog of heat.
Muldoon shaded his eyes and watched as a fully grown T-Rex rumbled along the dirt track, sniffing the air for the presence of meat. Standing in the wobbling heat, Muldoon wondered whether the rex was blind, with it’s sight depending on movement. It was getting close now. Muldoon could see it’s dilated pupil sliding robotically in it’s socket. It moved closer, lowering it’s head. The rex’s head was parallel with him now, it was staring right at Muldoon, who held it’s gaze not with fear, but with respect. He knew this animal. The markings around it’s nostrils told him it was their first female rex. She paused, the tendons in her thighs flexing hesitantly. Her eyelids squeezed together, the protective film rolling back smoothly over her glassy eyeballs. She sniffed the air and waited for Muldoon to make a mistake. Muldoon held his breath. The rex grunted and impatiently swung her boulder of a head into Muldoon’s stomach. He fell back, the immense thrust causing a gust of warm air to brush over him. The rex’s pupils swirled to a pin prick, a furious gaze focusing on Muldoon, trying to steady himself.
‘Clever Girl’
Muldoon scrambled onto the dirt track, the rex spinning under her own tail to follow the small morsel sprinting away from her. Muldoon stopped running a healthy distance from the rex, slid the rifle out from under his armpit and took aim. He did not want to kill the girl, he just wanted to slow her down so that he could make it safely to the docks. The rex inhaled and let out a foghorn of a roar. Muldoon aimed at the animal’s thigh, where it would get lodged in the fat and heal over. Muldoon squeezed the trigger. The gun jammed. Muldoon swore and snapped the rifle open The shell was jammed in the barrel, there was nothing he could do. The rex bellowed and charged at Muldoon. She swung open her jaws to receive the meal. Muldoon shut his eyes and accepted his grim fate.
TO BE CONCLUDED.....
8/5/2003 3:18:00 PM
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