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

Chapter Six : Death

YOU WERE STRETCHED OVER an outcropping, staring down at the soldiers as they caged and carried dinosaurs onto a ship. You watched in disgust as Wheatley pulled a Stegosaur's tooth and added it to a jar carelessly.

You didn't bother to listen to Claire, Franklin, and Owen as they conversed about why they had come here and such. Instead, you narrowed your eyes at the four, too-small cages, each carrying one of the healthy Velociraptors. You growled when you saw Foxtrot. Their cages were so small that their shoulders pressed against the bars on the top.

Then there was Blue, who was strapped down and struggling weakly. Zia was there, sassing the soldiers as they were loaded.

As Franklin protested against going on the boat, you stood and led them toward a lone truck. You jumped into the driver's seat, with Claire in the passenger's and Owen in the back. As you pushed on the gas, you realized Franklin hadn't made it yet, but kept going in hopes that Owen would catch him.

Thankfully, Franklin did make it. As the boat began sliding away from the docks, you shoved the pedal to the floor and sped up, leaping over the gap and landing on the boat's cargo door. But the back wheels were submerged and it took a great deal of grunting and gas to get them on the boat.

You and Claire exit the truck, hair tucked into caps as half-hearted disguises, and you turned toward the island to face the most awful scene in your live; a lone Brachiosaurus trudged across the dock, trying to follow the boat, but unable. It called out for us for help, moaning mournfully as glowing ash and lava consumed it.

Its outline remained, however, and you watched with a teary face as it faded away. Owen was beside you in an instant, an arm wrapped around your shoulders. He pulled you away from the terrible sight and a saddened Claire and Franklin searched for Zia and Blue, eventually finding them and jumping into the truck with them.

"You guys are alive!" Zia rushed to hug you and Claire before peeling away and turning back to Blue. "Look at what they did to her. Who are these assholes anyway?"

"Animal traffickers," you answered.

"They're gonna sell them," Owen added, running his hands along Blue's neck.

"Not Blue," Zia glanced at Owen, "they need her for something else. For what? I don't know."

"Claire, put your hands here, put pressure on her wound," Zia instructed, Claire obeyed.

You went to stand by Owen, hand resting gently on his shoulder as he looked to Blue with sympathy. Her amber eye flicked wildly, but seemed to focus on Owen, she was breathing heavily. You cautiously brushed your fingers down her jaw and her amber eye turned to you.

Blue struggled briefly with a cry, but seemed to settle down after studying you. Perhaps she remembered you, or perhaps she saw no threat, whatever it was, you got to pet Blue for the first time. Given, she was injured and strapped to a table.

"I can't properly help her without a blood transfusion," Zia began stressfully, buzzing around the truck and Blue. "We need blood from a carnivore, two or three fingers."

"They have more Velociraptors," you suggested.

But Zia shook her head, "They moved them to a more secured location. We'll have to use something else. Has anyone had any experience with it?"

"I have," Claire shifted her hands over Blue's woumd, "I did it for the Red Cross."

Zia than began ordering and directing Claire around, giving her position to a very reluctant Franklin, who ended up with blood across his face. When he began to panic about it being in his mouth, you took over for him, pressing your interlocked hands against Blue's ribs.

Her sticky blood was hot against your palms as it seeped between your fingers, disgusting you. How could one wound bleed so much? You hardly even noticed Owen and Claire leave for the blood transfusion as you focused on trying your best to stop the flow of blood.

"What can I use to wipe this off?" Franklin questioned hurriedly.

"Use my jacket," you told him, glancing down at your dirtied, worn jacket that you had brought. It was the one Zach had given to you at Jurassic World years ago, you hadn't thrown it away because it was technically the first gift he ever gave you. You smiled, remembering the time you spent in a tree.

"What are you all smiley at?" Zia cocked a brow as Franklin hesitantly used your hood to wipe his face.

Your reminiscent smile turned mournful, "That island had good memories, too," was your only cryptic response.

Zia and Franklin sent you confused expressions, but you simply let yourself relive the days of Jurassic World. The memory of Foxtrot crossing the entire forest to protect you seemed heavy in your chest--was your bond broken permanently?

You didn't have much more time to think before a rather shaken Claire and Owen returned with a large bag of blood. Zia returned to buzzing like a persistent bee.