Camp Cretaceous: Nature Boy (Brooklynn x OC)

A Ravenslation (Non-Canon)

Clint Ravens watched the campsite from a cliff, his shadow had casted across the tents and vehicles and formed a dark presence to the jungle. He completed his tasks, yet he was still angry. It couldn't be his own son angering him, he's miles away on Isla Nublar.

The roar of a Spinosaurus had echoed throughout the jungle, it had woken up from his sedatives and was proving itself as a difficulty, it was being wrangled into a another cage.

"No one knows how to handle these creatures..." Clint absentmindedly said to himself, "They're all worthless...everyone last one of them."

He glared down at the Spinosaurus and the hired mercenaries with disgust, then he spun around and aimed his sidearm at someone who was sneaking up (not really) on him.

"It's just me, your fellow Ravens!" The older, much crazier man exclaimed. He had an odd smile on his face, like he was happy to see a gun pointed at his face.

"Crazy old kook, why do insist on sneaking up on me?" Clint demanded as he did not try lowering the gun.

"To prove the hunter can be the hunted," The old man started laughing hysterically, which sent an unusual shiver down Clints spine.

Clint holstered his sidearm and turned back around to stare down at the camp. He ignored the hysterical man behind him, he started to think as he gazed upon his home away from home.

"A Ravens with regret is rare, who knew the Tiger could have such feelings," The old man cackled like a hyena until Clint harshly grabbed him by the throat.

"And what makes you think I have regrets?" Clint continued staring at the campsite below.

"You are thinking on what you could've done differently in your life, yes?"

"I would never change anything."

"Oh? But you see, the question has been in your mind...and you've tried answering it too many times," The old man beamed at Clint, creeping him out.

Clint dropped him and clenched his fist with such rage that his fingers could've pierced through his palm. "Why do you always try to insist on changing my mind about my own embarrassment of a son?" Clint said through gritted teeth.

The crazy old man who is missing at least half his hair and most definitely his saintly beamed at Clint with such a cheerful look that Clint had nearly thrown up.

"Ah, you see, Clint...you 'ave always gloated about being a unstoppable fire." The crazy man blinked a few times, his cheerful look unwavering.

"But you 'ave forgotten about what a unstoppable does to everything," The crazy man cleared his throat to annoy Clint, "That 'unstoppable fire' will burn everything-"

"Damn right it will!" Clint roared.

"Which means you will have nothing left."

Clint had slightly flinched back, as he begun processing the man's words. He unclenched his fists, his breath became rapid, and then his eyes flashed with a fire. Clint yelled as loud as he could, letting all that frustration out...that yell had silenced even the Spinosaurus.

Clint stomped his foot into the ground, literally cracking the rock beneath his boot. "Listen here, Arthur...The only reason I brought you along is the fact that the elderly home was also fed up with your looney tune-ass wisdom."

"You will either stay alive and convince the Jaguar to come with us quietly, or you can..." Clint had slowly stopped talking as he started to realize something.

Clint laughed deeply, almost as if an actual Tiger was laughing, he grabbed Arthur by his shoulders and got close to his face. Clints signature maniacal grin shadowed Arthur's face.