Jurassic World: 65 Million Years In The Making

JW: 65 Million Years In The Making Part 8

Chapter 8: Fate Is Kind... Or Is It? 

 A night of terror had taken place, and on that very night, a black monster was killed. The monster killed for pleasure, for it liked seeing blood. But the monster wasn't all evil. It merely did not know love, compassion, or kindness. The most kindness it was shown was not being prodded with lightning sticks for a bit. The monster managed to get out of its prison, and set about killing everything it thought was the reason for its suffering. But then, the monster met something. It wasn't like the things that tortured him. It was more like him, albeit a bit smaller, different colors, and a different build. The monster was curious. It wondered why it protected one of the torturers. Then, it attacked him. He fought it off for a while, before pursuing his punishers. He came onto a weird light thing. He was again curious. He pushed on it, and it broke into sharp pieces. It seemed like everything was a trap, trying to kill him. He almost got to the things that hated him. But then, the small thing tackled him into the glowy thing. They fell and suddenly he felt a sharp pain, then black. Everyone thought the monster was gone. But fate was kind for him. For once. Or it just wanted him to feel more pain. Whichever it was, he got both.

 Ripper jolted awake with a strong sharp pain in his chest and backside. He looked to see 2 sharp things impailing him. And there was red stuff. He had to stop it. With all the strength he had left, he pulled out. Then, the holes in him started to fill. But still so much pain. He wondered why he was here. Then he remembered. That small thing. He thought about it. It was the only thing that attacked him without protection. Without cowering behind something. He started to respect it. If it could beat him without protection, it was a thing worth fearing. But he was also curious about it. He wondered why it protected the thing. Hadn't it done to the small thing, what it did to him? Then, he realized he did not remember the face. It might have been different then the bad ones. Regardless, he trotted out of the enormous den the things made, and wandered into the stormy wilderness. 

 He had been moving for a while. There was so much new things. It was slightly unpleasant that water kept falling on him somehow, but he was thirsty, so it wasn't too bad. Then he saw something. That thing. The small thing. It was moving too. He wanted to get to it. To try understand it. But the rain got very cloudy. He couldn't see it anymore. Never mind. It's the worst.