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Pack Hunters Book one
By raptorhunter22
*Previews
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*An evil yet sick laughing is heard.
*Tyler Durden as voice over.
"This is your life."
*Shows man passed out on couch.
*Fades to black.
"This is your life. And it's ending one minute at a time."
*Shows raptorhunter22 logo.
"You are not your car."
*Shows man driving on highway.
"You are not how much money you have in the bank.
*Shows same man pulling car over to pick up hitchiker.
"You are not a beautiful and uniqe snowflake."
*Shows two men fighting in a mall.
"This your life."
*Golden Gate Bridge is shown.
*Fades.
"And its ending one minute at a time."
*Mans voice starts to fade.
"YOU ARE THE SAME DECAYING ORGANIC MATTER AS EVERYTHING ELSE!"
*Blackness.
"Im back mother fuckers. And you still have to fight!"
SPRING 2002!
copyright raptorhunter22 pictures and Fox
Now our feature presentation.
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Pack Hunters Book one.
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***Prologue***
Pack Hunters: Book One
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***Prologue***
A slight breeze swept through the hot, steamy African Savannah. Rigby Crane
and his fellow hunter Saidi sat in a large tree, waiting for their prey to
arrive. "Psst¦ Rigby," Saidi whispered. Saidi was an Africa tribesman of
thirty. His dark skin glistened in the blistering sun. "Where is the lion?"
Rigby, who was carrying his Winchester rifle and two gold-plated Desert Eagle
pistols, said, "Stay quiet. He's right over there." Rigby pointed about fifty
yards out. The lion basked under a tree.
"Oh... I see him now," Saidi acknowledged in a deep, African voice. Saidi
was tall with an ox-like neck and thick skin. "I must ask for your
forgiveness."
"Why?" Rigby inquired, staring at him in an awkward, misunderstanding manner.
Rigby was tall with tan skin, an Italian nose, short, brown and curly hair,
and a skin-tight dark blue shirt. He wore a whip at his belt.
"Because I have expressed the utmost ignorance. I hadnt even seen the lion.
He is hiding from us, if I am not mistaken," Saidi pointed out, lowering his
head.
"Nothing to be ashamed of my friend. It happens all the time," comforted
Rigby. The lion lifted its head, sniffing the air for prey… or predators.
The lion remained in its spot, baking in the sun. It was in no mood to feed.
"Normally they hunt at night and early morning. He’ll be basking there for
about another hour or so, then he’ll move beneath the trees for more shut
eye, until sunset."
Rigby took his Winchester rifle with scope and aimed it for the lion's neck.
"One... two..." he whispered to himself. "... Three." With a loud bang and a
twitch of Rigby's shoulder, the lion was dead.
"HA, HA! Nice shot my friend," Saidi said. They both jumped out of the tree
and walked slowly toward the lion. Saidi kept an eye out for anymore lurking
in the tall grass. Rigby slowly crept up to the lion. The two poachers
noticed the blood gushing from the back of his skull. But somthing was wrong.
The lion was still breathing.
"Oh, God," Rigby said. He always told himself never to look into your game's
eyes. But he couldn’t help it. He gazed into the limp cat's eyes. The two
men paced back and forth. Rigby couldnt take it anymore. Two pale chunks of
something billowed out of the wound. ‘Must be brain,’ he thought. He
pulled out his Desert Eagle from its holster and shot the lion in the head.
Saidi laughed loudly, pulling out a dagger and holding it out for Rigby.
"Would you like to do the honors, or should I?"
"Ill cut the damn thing's head off," Rigby growled, taking the daggar and
jabbing it into the lion's head, just below the ear. He began to cut, blood
spraying him in the face and chunks of pale brain spilling out. Once the head
was removed, the two men dragged it seventy-eight yards to a parked pick-up
truck, leaving a trail of crimson blood and scraps of ashen tissue for the
vultures and jackals to pick at.
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***Chapter One*** The Fat British Man
Two days later.
"George, we got one," Rigby said in an excited voice over the phone.
George Baselton, a fat, sleazy British man, put a tuna sandwich into his
mouth and swallowed with a big gulp. "Good for you old chum," Baselton
congratulated, flecks of the foil wrapped around half the sandwhich dotting
his shirt.
"Me and Kahega bagged him just outside Chilomenjaro," Rigby informed.
"How big was the bugga?" Basleton asked.
"Around five hundred pounds."
"Not to bad, not to bad at all," Baselton said, stuffing the end of the
sandwhich into his mouth, foil and all. "Hey, I got a call from some guy
named Greg Dodds yesterday afternoon. He said he would like to meet us both
at his showroom this Friday." George was never much of a hunter, but a
pale-faced paleontologist. He was wary of Yanks and quite the worrywart,
never getting out much.
"What'd he want?"
"He said he had something right up our alley," George said.
"Okay... can Saidi come?"
"No, no, I dont think so. I've heard of this Dodds person. He's the
businessman type and an amature hunter," George said. "Apparently, he killed
a tiger just outside the capital of India with his bare hands."
"Yeah, okay. I'm sure he just wants a charter," Rigby groaned. A charter is
what Rigby referred to when taking people out to hunt for money. Saidi and
him were always chartering. In fact, he'd become very popular among wealthy
adventurers and thrill-seekers. But to fellow poachers, Rigby was considered
a menace in the hunting society. Too good some said.An ominousfigure to this day
"Probably. I'll talk to you Friday, then."
"Okay, George, see you then," said Rigby, hanging up the phone.
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***Chapter 2*** The Showroom
George and Rigby sat in a large room encompassed in trophy kills. There was a
lion's head hanging from the wall, an African elephant, and many others,
including the biggest camel head Rigby had ever seen, and a Great White. They
had been waiting for Mr. Dodds for fifteen minutes and they both wanted to
get home. Then, finally, Greg walked in with a bottle of champaign and three
glasses. "Hello Mr. Crane, Mr. Baselton."
"Hello Mr. Dodds," Rigby said. "You wanted to see me?
"Well Mr. Crane…" Greg started.
"Just call me Rigby."
"Okay then, Rigby it is. Im sure you're wondering why you are here," Greg
said as he got up and walked over to a bookshelf. Greg looked to be around
thirty-five, with light brown hair and a good build. "As you can see, I'm a
very fine hunter indeed. And I have bagged almost every kill you can come up
with." Rigby wanted to respond but he couldn't hink of anything to say.
"I hear you'e quite the hunter yourself Mr. Crane. But I have been planning
a special trip for quite a while."
"And what is that?" asked Rigby.
"Well, I'msure you wouldn't believe me, but Isla Sorna," said Greg as he
pulled the book he wanted off the shelf.
"Im sorry but what is that?"
"Isla Sorna... it's... Jurassic Park," said George. He despised even the
word Jurassic Park and was a great supporter of Alan Grant, a survivor of the
incident in 1993, before he'd been tricked into returning for an aerial tour
and lefted stranded for a few days.
"Yes, that'scorrect," Greg said.
Rigby had a nice good laugh.
"No, now think about it Mr. Crane, think of all the respect you would earn
from the rest of the hunting society," Greg rallied. "If you’d bagged a bull
T-Rex or nailed a swift and cunning Gallimimus."
Rigby slowly stopped laughing and pondered over what Greg had just said.
"Plus, you and your friend George here would get fifty thousand each," Greg
said, pulling two wads of cash from his pocket.
"You want me to go?" inquired George.
"Yes, we’re going to need someone to pick out the dinosaurs. And you wont be
alone either. I also have Cassandra Lutz, who said she’d go, and of course a
couple porters and a guide," Greg explained.
"Wow, you have THE Cassandra Lutz?" Rigby asked.
"Yes," Greg said with a smile.
"Ok Mr.Dodds…"
"Call me Greg."
"Okay… Greg, I have two questions. The first being can I bring along my
hunting partner Saidi?"
"Of course."
"And the second being… where do I sign?" Rigby said, smiling like a jackass.
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***Chapter 3*** Curious Saidi
"Rigby, I dont know about this," worried Saidi. "What is this Jurassic Park?"
"It's very hard to explain, Saidi. It's an island chock full of dinosaur
just waiting to be shot, stuffed, and hung in our trophy room," Rigby
explained.
Kahega sat in a brown leather chair in Rigby's den. The house was small, yet
big enough for the both of them. There was a loft above the den, where Saidi
slept, and a kitchen beside the den, adjacent to the dining room slash trophy
room. Rigby slept in a bedroom next to the den, which had a waterbed and
more trophies.
Greg sat in his office, awaiting the call from Rigby that would make or break
the trip. He began to rock back and forth in his buffalo hide armchair. He
always did that when he was nervous. Then the phone rang. He stopped
rocking and sat up quickly, picking up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Hello, Greg? It's Rigby."
"Ah, finally, Rigby. How are you?"
"Fine fine. I got Saidi!" Rigby announced with ecstasy.
"Great! I'll book us our flight from the capital to Costa Rica in the
morning," Greg informed, sounding like a ten-year-old preparing for his first
sleepover.
"Sounds great."
"I'll call you first thing in the morning," Greg said. He hung up the phone
and leaned back in his chair, grinning as if everything was going his way,
and it was.
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___***Chapter 4***___Flight 174___
"Saidi, you got your gear packed?" Rigby yelled up into the loft above the
den, where Saidi was bunking.
"Yeah!" Saidi yelled, stepping out onto the balcony with a Winchester and a
pack. "When is the flight?"
"Im not sure." Rigby uttered as he stuffed a dark blue T-shirt into his
backpack. "Just get your ass down here. Dodds told us to meet him at the
airport in one hour. And that was forty-five minutes ago."
Rigby sauntered down the dirt driveway and hopped into the front seat of
George’s pick-up. George stepped out of the passenger seat, leaning the seat
forward and allowing Saidi into the back. "Hello, Mr. Baselton."
"Inferior beasts these Negroes. They should be locked away. That’s the way
it is where I come from," George growled, hopping in and glaring at Saidi
through the side mirror.
Saidi pulled out a knife, holding it to George’s throat. The man swallowed
hard as Saidi spoke, "Where I come from, we gut fat ass British professors,
like yourself Mr. Baselton. Then we throw your body to the wild boars."
"That’s enough… from both of you. Saidi, put the knife away, Baselton, keep
your fucking comments to yourself," Rigby said, putting the truck into
reverse and taking her down the driveway. "Okay?"
Saidi put the knife in his front pocket and George fixed his collar, checking
his hair in the rear view mirror.
"We have to meet him at the gate 12," Rigby said. "It's Flight 147 non-stop
to Costa Rica."
George removed an English muffin from the glove compartment. "What the hell
are you doing?" Rigby yelled.
"I ain’t had my breakfast yet," George said, spreading cream cheese over the
top. He stuffed the muffin into his mouth. "Good English muffin. Us
English make good food, we do."
Saidi growled.
"So when do you meet Lutz?" Rigby inquired from the window seat.
"She resides in Germany. Her flight lands one hour after ours, so we’ll have
to wait for her arrival," Greg responded.
Rigby looked across the aisle and saw George snoring with draining saliva
draining down his chin. Saidi was deep in his ritual prayer. Saidi was
usually a very friendly man, but if you interrupted him during prayer, it
wasnt a pretty sight. He sighed, glancing out of his window as an albatross
soared over the clouds. ‘Beautiful.’
___***Chapter 5***___Cassandra___
"We’re now preparing to land on Costa Rica," said the captain’s voice over
the P.A. system, waking Rigby with a jolt. He looked over to see Baselton
stuffing a handful of peanuts down his thick gullet and Greg checking his
watch. "Beautiful skies, eighty degrees temperature, and a slight haze
glazing the mountains below. Welcome to Costa Rica!"
Saidi glanced over at Rigby and smiled, giving him the thumbs up. Rigby
didn’t respond, he was never a nice guy when he woke up. Rigby was about to
say somthing to Greg, when he felt the plane land. Greg looked at Rigby and sa
id, "This is the beggining of our adventure."
Everyone on the plane stood up, including Rigby, who jumped in line to depart
from the plane. Saidi turned to him, smiling. "How do you fell, Rigby?"
"I feel like shit."
Rigby stepped into the gate and glanced over at the most beautiful thing he’d
ever seen in his entire life. She was tall with brown hair streaked with
blond down to her shoulders and blazing blue eyes. She wore skin-tight black
leather pants and a tight Harley Davidson shirt that made her breasts look
really perky. And she had the ass that any guy would die for. "Good day,
Mr. Dodds," she spoke in a thick German accent.
"Ah, Cassandra Lutz," Dodds said. "I’d like you to meet Mr. Rigby Crane, Dr.
George Baselton, and Mr… uh, Saidi. So, who’s hungry?"
At the El Loca café, the entire party sat around a table eating as Dodds
stood up holding a glass of red wine. "I’d like to make a toast." Everyone
held up his or her glasses. "To the start of a peaceful and harmonic trip
into the wildest stretches of all Isla Sorna."
Rigby woke up, drowzy and confused, to the annoying tone of the alarmclock.
He glanced over at it and it read, 9:17 AM. "Shit! I’m late!" Grabbing his
rifle and gear, Rigby stormed out of the room, sliding down the hallway as if
he were drunk. They’d been drinking all night. He pressed the button for
the elevator and the doors slid open, revealing Cassandra gripping the
leashes of two very large German Shepherds. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck are
those?"
"My babies," she said, patting the one with gray spots on its back. "The one
with spots is Pede and the one with out spots is Jack. So, are you ready to
go? Dodds is waiting… and he doesn’t like to wait for long."
"What the hell are you bringing them for?" Rigby asked.
"Just put your hand close to Pede’s mouth… and you’ll find out why," she
said, kissing Rigby on the cheek, then pulling him into the elevator by the
collar on his shirt. The doors closed and the elevator traveled downward.
___***Chapter 7***___The Porters___
One of the porters threw a large, plastic yellow box containing food onto the
helicopter. "Senior Dodds," one of the porters Julio said.
"Yes Julio?" Greg answered.
"The other men say that we cannot fit everything on board the chopper. We
must leave two of the crates behind," he whimpered.
"SHIT!" Greg yelled.
"What is it?" Rigby asked.
"We have to leave two boxes behind," Greg said, rubbing his hand on his face.
"Just leave the camp support behind." Rigby said. The camp support was
bassicaly a security system for camping. The way it works is that the campers
set up censores around the camp area, then they set up four tripods with an
automatic weapon on top of each. These automatic weapons also have censors on
them. If anything passes the first censores they will set off an alarm, this
alarm will make the guns go off.
"No, we need that. We could leave day fours food behind." Greg said as Julio
stood there puzzled about what to do.
"Yeah thats a good idea. We can skip a day’s food," Rigby said. George looked
over at Rigby and Greg.
"Did you say skip food?" George asked.
"Yes George."
George pulled three twinkies out of the front pocket of his khaki shirt.
"Good thing I brought you boys."
The porters all stood in a line and the guide, Julio, stood in the front.
Dodds paced back and forth. "Everybody come here and meet the porters,"
Dodds ordered. Rigby, George, Saidi, and
Rigby said. They both got down quietly when the creature swung it's head
around. "Shit stay down." He said. The creature had spotted them, "But what
will he do?" Rigby thought. He had a stream that lead to woods in front of
him, and a large field of tall grass behind him. Then the creature swiftly
swung around and jumped into the 6 foot tall grass. "God damnit!" Rigby
complained. "What will we do?" Asked Julio. "Im not sure.......Lets cross the
stream to be safe." So they crossed the probably around 10 yard across
stream.
"We should stay next to the stream, in that jungle we wont be able to see a
god damn thing."
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***Chapter 11*** The Tyrannosaurus
It never accoured to Greg just what he was getting himself and the rest of
the group into. Sure he had seen what had happend in San Diego, but they
wern't going after those big dinosaurs. "Were just gona stick to the smaller
dinosaurs, Velociraptors and such." Is what he told Cassandra, but she had
never heard of this 'Velociraptor' and the fact is Greg didnt know much about
it either. The fact that it travles in packs, and a pack of them is probably
more deadly then a Tyrannosaurus.
Greg and Cassandra had been walking for at least a half an hour, they were
dead tired and needed to take a rest. "Greg when are we gona see some
action?" Cassandra asked while taking a sip of water. "I-" As soon as Greg
started to talk he heard somthing that stopped his heart. ROAAAAAAR!!
It was the same roar as last night.....But it sounded close......Very close.
Everyone stoped in there tracks and raised there guns. Art started to get
scared, and then started to curse in spanish. "Art, Art calm down....." As
soon as Greg said it he realized Art didnt speak english.
The ground started to rumble and Greg panicked. "RUN!" Greg screamed.
Everyone shot off runing to where they came from. Then on the path they were
walking the creature that had been roaring burst out of the trees. "OH MY
GOD!" Cassandra screamed, who was in the middle of the line they were running
in. Greg in front and Art in back. Every time the creature took a step he
gained around 10 steps on the helpless group. It kept gaining and
gaining....Until finaly Art turned around and started fireing wildly at the
Rex. He screamed in horror as the Rex stopped and scooped him up by his leg.
But the force was so strong that it tore his leg off like butter. He fell to
the ground screaming, Cassandra looked back to see that the Rex had outran
Art but was turning around to finish the job. Cassandra wanted to stop and
shoot. But she knew even with the Air Rifle it wouldnt do anything.
Art still lay on his back starring at his missing leg. It gushed and gushed
and gushed. Then he started to woozy....And everything blurred. Until he
looked up to see the Rex breathing over him. It's hot stink breath poor all
over his face. He started to bleed from his mouth when, the Rex grabbed his
head with his mouth and threw him wildly in the air passing the tree line.
Art wanted to scream but knew it wouldnt make a difference. His lifless body
still flying through the air started to turn, and he saw his fate stareing at
him......waiting under the trees.
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***Chapter 12*** Getting Back To Camp
Greg and Cassandra burst through the bushes that lead to camp. They saw
Everybody was at camp, Rigby was sitting next to George trying to explain
what the creature was. As Greg was running he saw that George had said with
his mouth full of twinkie "Velociraptor," As Greg and Cassandra got to
everybody they started screaming, "THERES A BIG DINOSAUR BACK THERE! IT JUST
ATE ART!" Everybody all of the sudden looked at Greg and Cassandra in terror.
Rigby stould right up "What?" Greg hurried and started packing up the tents
"We have to leave now!" He said. "What the hell are you talking about?" Asked
Rigby in a confused voice. "Rigby, a huge dinosaur just ate Art, and it is
following us, we need to leave now!" Everybody including the porters started
scrambling to get everything packed. "Where the hell are we going?" Rigby
said while packing up a tent. "Im.....Not sure right now. I think were gona
follow the beach." When he said that George quickly interupted.
"I dont think that would be a very good idea." "And just why the hell not?"
Greg asked irretated with George. "Because from what your talking about it's
probably a T-rex, and they are very territorial, if we follow the beach he
will find us!" George said while sucking back another twinkie. "Then what
should we do Mr. Paleontologist?" Greg said. "We should probably go back." "I
DONT THINK SO, I HAVE SPENT TO MUCH TIME AND MONEY TO GO BACK NOW! EVEN IF I
CALLED MY PILOT NOW HE WOULDNT MAKE IT TIL' TOMORROW NIGHT! AND I THINK BY
THAT TIME THAT DAMNED THING WILL HAVE ALREADY EATIN US ALL!" Greg who pointed
his finger at Rigby. "Then we follow the river until we get to the other side
of the island. Thats are only hope......That is if the Velociraptors dont get
us first." George said while stareing Greg right in the eye. "What do you
mean if the Velociraptors dont get us first?" Rigby said while throwing the
tent he was packing to the grond. "Ingen made a very impressive amount of
Velociraptors on this island, and with there intelligence im sure they all
are nesting close to the river, and that would explain what you saw earlier
today Rigby."
"Alright then it's settled, were gona follow the river to the other coast."
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***Chapter 13*** The River
Greg looked at his watch and saw that it was 5:00, it was soon going to be
dark. He remembered that there were two compounds on the island, two miles
apart from each other. If they could get to one of these compounds before
6:00 they would be ok.
"We need to speed up, I think theres a compound by the river, about a mile
ahead." Greg said while walking through the ankle deep water. Cassandra was
still carying Pede when she said "Can we stop for a bathroom break?"
"We dont have the time." Greg said. "Senior Dodds, the other porters need
break, they say that they are tired from carying the equipment." Julio said.
"Alright we'll take a 5 minute break, thats all."
Cassandra handed Pede to Rigby and headed into the bushes. "Alright Pede, you
be good now." The second Rigby said it Pede pulled the leash right out of
Rigbys hand and ran across the river into the woods. "Damn dog." Rigby said
as he took off to get her. The porters and Kahega all started to laugh.
"Pede....Come here girl." Rigby said while searching for her in the woods.
Finaly after about 2 minutes searching for her he finaly found her, she was
infront of a large bush looking right at him. "Come here girl." He said while
standing from a distance. She started to walk towards him when a Velociraptor
jumped out of the bushes and put both claws into the dog, "HOLY SHIT!" He
screamed as he heard the Shepherds cry for help. And now before Rigby could
even react to get his gun, the Velociraptor had spilled the dogs intestine,
ripped out it's heart, left a bloody mess, and ran off. Rigby was terrified
and astonished at the same time. But he knew he had to run.
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***Chapter 14*** The Compound
"It was one of the Velociraptors, it just came out of the bushes and tore the
thing to pieces." Rigby who was still terrified, was trying to explain what
had happend."
Cassandra almost started to cry when she had scene what was left of Pede. "Im
realy sorry, but if we wana live through the night, we need to get to this
compound." Greg said.
Cassandra said a quick prayer for what was left of her dog, "Those Dogs are
my pride and joy." Cassandra had told Rigby on the helicopter. Now she had
lost both of them.
They all got there things together and got back to the river. Greg looked at
his watch again, it read 5:30, and they were still a half a mile from the
compound......Or so Greg thought.
Almost 6 years ago Greg had a meeting with a Mr. Ludlow of the InGen
corperation. Ludlow had asked Greg to come down to San Diego to the InGen
building (Headquarters of InGen) Ludlow was looking for Greg to become a
substantial stock holder for the second Jurassic Park try in San Diego. But
Greg had said no because of complications in the contract. But somthing he
remembered distinctly was the map of Isla Sorna and Isla Nublar Ludlow had
in his office. He remembered that a River ran right next to the bigger
compound on Isla Sorna. So when George earlier had said take the river he had
agreed because of this.
at 5:39 the sun was just peaking and there was a big turn ahead on the river.
"This is it!" Greg said. As they made the turn there was a 10 foot waterfall.
But below it and about 500 yards away was the compound. "YEAH!" Everyone
shouted and celebraited.
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***Chapter 15*** Setting The Peramiter
The group slowly walked up the stairs of the compound, when they got to the
top the saw two large glass doors. Greg who had his gun ready opened the door
slowly. Everyone looked in and saw a front desk, and a long hallway.
Rigby, Greg, and Cassandra walked in like a swat team invading a house. They
saw that there was nothing there gave the goahead for everyone to come in.
"Julio tell your men that I want them to find an empty room, thats gona be
are camp for tonight. And I want them to find every door that leads outside,
and I want you to put the Camp Support on every one of those doors."
"Yes Senior Dodds. We have it done very soon."
"You better, because we have about 10 minutes of light left."
"I want everyone else just stay here." Everyone nodded in agreement.
Jorge crept slowly as he opened one of the big metal doors. The hair on his
skin raised as he heard the creek of the rusty door. He had five minutes to
find a place for the group to sleep. And he thought this would be it. He
flung the door open and closed his eyes, and pointed his AK47 inside. He
slowly opened his eyes and saw two Velociraptors stareing right at him. He
screamed in spanish, he swung the door back and started to run down the hall.
"VELOCIRAPTOR VELOCIRAPTOR!" He screamed. He looked back and saw the
doorhandle slowly move, then the door flung open and the Raptors gave chase.
"Did you hear that?" Rigby asked. "Yeah it sounded like Jorge" Greg
responded. "Lets go!" Greg and Rigby grabbed there guns and started to run
down the hall.
Julio made a sharp turn down one of the cold, vine and dirt infested halls.
"JULIO!" Rigby screamed, trying to get a response. But what he got in
response wasn't good. He heard a blood curdling scream not far away. Greg and
Rigby came up to a fork in the hallways.
"Which one?" Rigby asked. They heard the scream again and decided left. They
made two more sharp turns and came up on Julios' disgusting mangled body on
the floor. His had no skin on it. Blood was still pooring from his mouth,
nose, and ears. And there was no sign of anything that could have done it.
"Where the hell are the things that did it?" Rigby said while checking out
the body.
Greg tapped the kneeling Rigby on the shoulder. "There right there." He said
in a whisper. Rigby slowly lifted his head, to see two Velociraptors about
15 yards away. One was a blue-black color with a feather on it's head. And
the other was a silver color with no feather. They both sat waiting for Rigby
and Greg to move.
Then Greg swung his Air Rifle around and shot the male in the chest, making
an astounding boom. Blood was pooring from the dead Velociraptors chest when
the female ran and jumped claw first at Rigby.
Rigby moved quick and and took out his two Desert Eagles, pumping two rounds
into the Raptors stomache......
Now, as the smoke cleared from the intensely hot gun chambers, the dead
Velociraptor lay on top of Rigby.
"GET THIS DAMNED THING OFF ME!" He screamed. Greg walked behind the
Velociraptor and grabbed it by its tail, then pulled the incredibly heavy
predator off of the 190 pound Rigby.
"Are you ok?" Greg said once he got it off of him.
Rigby just lay, blood pooring from a gash in his arm.
"I think so." He responded, with his eyes closed.
"C'mon we need to get that cleaned before any others smell it." Greg picked
up Rigby and they walked back to the main room.
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***Epilouge***
A cold wind swept through a broked window of the life-less compound. Rigby
quietly looked at his watch and saw that it was 12:00 at night. Nobody was
awake, and all Rigby could hear was the crickets.
Rigbys arm hurt like hell, and his emotinal state wasn't much better either.
Rigby wanted off this damned island, he was sick of all of it already, and
there were still about a days walk from the other coast.
He slowly started to drift into sleep when one of the security machine guns
went off and he heard a defening roar............................
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***Thanks to LUTZ for trailers and editing.
***Thanks to Icebreaker for giving me advice, and a trailer.
***Thanks to VADER for the logo.
***Thanks to Seth Rex for trailers.
Special Edition in early 2002!
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