Psychotic | a JW:FK Reader Insert & Sequel to Insanity

Chapter One : for Foxtrot

YOU STOOD OUTSIDE the gigantic doors of the Lockwood Estate, twiddling your thumbs as you waited with Claire for an elderly woman to tug open one of the doors and welcome you inside.

After informing you that she'd tell Mr. Lockwood of your arrival, she left you both to yourselves.

Your eyes scanned the walls, finding professional self-portraits lining the pale wallpaper. You didn't recognize most of them, but there was one you could never forget.

"Is that--"

"John Alfred Hammond, the father of Jurassic Park. But, of course, you both know that." A man appeared, padding down the stairs with a smile. "Hello, Claire. I'm afraid I don't know your name, miss?"

"Y/n Grady," you mumbled, shaking his hand without much interest.

"I'm Eli Mills. I work for Ben Lockwood," then he turned to face Claire, "We actually met once, seven-to-eight years ago--" he seemed to be crestfallen at Claire's confused expression, "--and you don't remember..."

"Of course I remember," she huffed quickly, "haven't you run his foundations since... since college. Yeah."

Eli looked surprised, "You remember?"

"Yes!"

"Wow, cool." Then he launched into a lecture, reminding you of your old history teacher. "He wanted someone young and idealistic to expand his fortune, and I used to be both."

He smiled at his own small joke, which Claire flashed back and you just stared. You couldn't figure out what was bothering you the most; the way he almost seemed to flirt with your future aunt-in-law, his bad humor, or his presence. But, to be honest, he was kind of annoying.

"Follow me," he waved them further into the estate. "Let me give you a bit of history--" you felt like screaming I knew it! "This is where it all began."

He pushed through a door and they entered a wide room with dinosaur skeletons and prehistoric displays. They were pretty impressive, you admitted to yourself, totally what you wanted the basement of your future house to look like.

That was the instant where your attention was lost. You began to wander around, reading the information plates attached to the exibits and studying the details on each. You giggled at some of the inaccurate ones, but were awed by the correct few.

As you eyed the scenes embedded into the walls, your interest perked at a specific one. It was a scene of a Dilophosaurus facing off against a Velociraptor.

Suddenly, a memory flashed behind your eyes.

The hologram of a Dilophosaurus was playing and Foxtrot screeched, hissing as its frill spanned from its neck. Your Velociraptor went to pounce on it but you patted his neck and pointed his head toward the cracked front doors.

"It's not real; just a hologram," you assured him as he cautiously stalked around the Dilophosaurus, which didn't react. Then Foxtrot snapped his attention to the door and sprinted out.

Tears pierced your eyes and you scrubbed them furiously, returning to the present. Claire was speaking with an elderly man who seemed to be with them about saving the dinosaurs. You slipped in besude her, studying the model of an island. You figured it would be where the dinosaurs would be relocated.

After the old man left for his medications, Eli led you to an office, setting opposite a black desk from you both. He was explaining exactly what they were doing and why he needed you, Claire was because she knew the island, you because you knew the dinosaurs.

"But, also," Eli brought up two pictures, each a differently colored Velociraptor.

"Blue," Claire exclaimed.

"Foxtrot," you whispered.

"I didn't know they had names," Eli blinked in surprise, but continued quickly, "they're the last of their kind. We need to save them."

"You'll never catch them. They can smell you a mile off," Claire discouraged tightly, staring down at the images. You felt a spark of excitement race through you.

"That's another reason why--"

"Why I'm here," you interjected. "Foxtrot trusts me. But Blue.." you sighed, realizing how little interaction you had with the female Raptor.

"We thought you knew someone who could retrieve her," Eli leaned forward, the same thought popping into your head as it did Claire's. The next thing you knew, you were sitting at a bar with a glass of soda in your hands. Your older brother sat in front of you.

You sipped your drink as they argued about who left who, eyes rolling in annoyance. "Okay, okay, I get it. You both left each other. Now can we get to the point? Owen, we need your help to save the dinosaurs."

They turned to you, Owen's eyes narrow. This was the first time you'd spoken to him in about a month, and it seemed he wasn't doing all too well.

"Save the dinosaurs? On an active island? What could go wrong?"

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once again, i apologize for such a long wait! but, guys, i am back [hopefully!] and am hoping to get this story rolling. please forgive me, and i'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible!!

~ ♡ rogue