Project Sorna

Forty-Five

                             I moved to utterly fainting on an iron beam, sitting in a trembling manner from my lifeline to my nerves. Luck itself kept me from toppling over, I had my breathing to stay a little conscious. Beyond debatable to open my eyes, my bottom wouldn't leave the spot for all I cared.

                            Eventually, plummeting & screaming men made me witness the horror. A not-so-tolerable dizzy spell hit me hard when I looked down about thirty feet. All that fell of mine was my heart.

                           Sick to my stomach, only the top half of the tower crumbled, securing me at the lower exterior. Rawness came to my fingers, fingernails sized up to a raptor's talons that made claw marks in the iron. Nothing particular came to it. I was more gifted inside & outside.

                        I reached for the ever-hanging rifle behind me, and made swiftly up another beam like a gliding mechanic, just without the gliding. Too intrigued to climb much, I glanced single-handedly to a crimpled women, balancing from below me.  

                      "...Lara....oh my god."

                      Right away, she found me crouched, looking all too exasperated that I had no clear injuries. Her hand clotted a bloody sight in her shoulder, and I was overcome with the need to help her from the horror of the accident. My pitiful stomach suggested otherwise than to move into a dangerous situation.

                       She wouldn't make a direct statement as she just shrugged, "Just goddamn luck."

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                      Electric sparked interest beyond the bushes for the widower velociraptor. It made him too intelligent for his own good. He sensed the pulsing from the wires as if he longed for it ever since he wanted to be the guardian to his own hatchlings. But too bad for him.

                     Minutes tensed in his hideout. There wasn't a female for miles. His mind escalated to the point he laid down from aimlessly walking. There was little to loneliness.

                    A scent of electricity burned, making the velociraptor snap up with wildly genetic eyes. He stopped awake to see the wire, snapping with his teeth and angrily hurling the thing.

                   Goddamn this!

                   There lumbered a beast beyond the fencing, sounds ironic for a meat or plant-eater. No mass-nothing that gave it away. Rather, a mechanical program made the  real animatronic camouflaged by artificial means. But no naturally born T-Rex could emit a strong magnetic field like that did. . . . . or conceal it's tracks through resistance.

                   Energy morphed & interfered in the air. Red eyes flashed to meet his.

                   Wild contortion turned to confusion, until the velociraptor skirted over to meet the admirable eyes. His eyes took in the animatronic Tyrannosaurs Rex that became translucent in the force field, bonding to the adult figure that played tricks with his mind.

                    Statics. . . . .

                    He recognized his deceased mate's name. A name like Statics kept a female's name mysterious & dainty, moreover the fact he kept hearing white noises from her when they met under a tower.

                   What red eyes you. . . .

                   Snapping from his imaginary lover, he took in every hint of his fear at the machine.

                  Whatever got into him  broke away to run between it's legs, stepping  inadvertently. His head pivoted at the sight of the beast, slightly hobbling from his shock. Shock of never being around his soulmate after all.

                 "TARGET LOOSE, I REPEAT, TARGET LOOSE. . ." came an automate, transcending a roar from the Rex.

                 It was man's society speaking, disguised in the distinct Rex look.