Building walls high in the name of glory

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 vehicle rattled through the dense jungle, its tires crunching over roots and stones as distant rumbles echoed in the distance. Rosita sat next to Owen, her fingers fidgeting restlessly in her lap. The tension in her shoulders betrayed her nervous anticipation.

"We're not gonna get any closer to him in this thing," Owen muttered, glancing at the monitor that displayed a faint blip representing Blue's location. "We should stop here." Before the driver could comply, Wheatley's voice came crackling through the comms. "Hold up!"

The convoy halted abruptly, the sudden stillness making the rumbling volcano in the distance feel all the more ominous. Rosita drew in a sharp breath, her nerves mounting. She felt the weight of this moment pressing against her chest.

"Load out, look alive, stay alive," Wheatley ordered, his tone brisk and impersonal. "We got your back, brother." Owen nodded, his gaze steady as he looked between Zia and Rosita. Turning on his comms, he said, "Claire, Rosita and I are gonna track him alone. I'll need you to be our eyes if he runs. Copy?"

"Copy that," Claire's voice replied.

Rosita climbed out of the vehicle, her boots sinking slightly into the soft, damp earth. Owen moved ahead, and she followed, her steps tentative but purposeful. They ventured deeper into the jungle, the trees closing around them in a thick canopy that muted the world outside. They came across a fresh raptor footprint embedded in the soil, the sight both thrilling and nerve-wracking. Owen crouched to inspect it, pulling out his comms. "Wheatley, we're on fresh sign. Wait for my signal." Rosita's voice wavered as she broke the silence. "I've got a weird feeling about this, Owen."

Owen stood, dusting his hands off. "Like what?"

She glanced ahead, her brow furrowed. "Something bad."

Owen didn't respond immediately, instead giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder before motioning for her to keep moving. The distant rumble of the volcano punctuated their trek, its sound like a warning drumbeat. They finally emerged into a small clearing. An old Jurassic Park vehicle lay on its side, rusted and overgrown with vines. Owen turned to Rosita, his expression firm. "Stay here, just until I make sure everything's okay. Blue's been out here alone for a long time." Rosita opened her mouth to protest, but the stern set of Owen's jaw silenced her. She groaned in frustration, crossing her arms as he moved cautiously toward the vehicle.

The jungle seemed to hold its breath as Owen neared the rusted car. He paused, his hand resting on his clicker, and called softly, "There you are." A rustle came from the shadows, and Owen froze. The noise crescendoed as a group of Compsognathus darted from the vehicle, scampering into the underbrush. Owen exhaled a shaky sigh, only for a sharp screech to slice through the quiet. Blue appeared, perched atop the overturned vehicle, his muscular raptor form tense and coiled with raw energy. His piercing eyes locked on Owen, his tail flicking behind him like a whip.

"Hey, boy," Owen said, his voice calm but tinged with nervousness. "You miss me?"

Blue hissed, leaping down with fluid grace. Owen stood his ground, raising a hand in a gesture of peace. "Easy. Hey!"

The raptor crept closer, his movements cautious but deliberate. Owen slowly reached into his pocket, retrieving a small piece of meat. Blue growled low, a warning rumble vibrating in his chest.

"I brought you something," Owen said, tossing the meat toward Blue. The chunk of food struck Blue's snout and fell to the ground. Blue snarled, unimpressed, but his attention suddenly shifted. Rosita was stepping forward, her eyes wide with wonder. "Blue?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Rosita, I told you to wait," Owen snapped, his tone sharp.

But Rosita ignored him, her gaze fixed on Blue. She took slow, measured steps, her expression a mixture of disbelief and hope. "Is it really you?"

Blue's posture softened, his body language transforming from wary to curious. He let out a low purr, the sound vibrating through the clearing as he approached her. Before Owen could intervene, Blue's form began to shift. His sinewy frame twisted, his scales receding as his body elongated and restructured. When the transformation ended, Blue stood before her in his human form. Rosita's breath caught. He was different than she remembered—his hair was wild and fell to his shoulders, his pale skin was marred with scars, and his frame was broader, taller. His eyes, though, were unmistakably his—piercing and alive, though tinged with exhaustion. "Rosita?" His voice was deeper than before, and it carried the weight of years spent surviving.

Tears welled in her eyes as she stepped closer, her hand trembling as she cupped his cheek. He flinched slightly at her touch but didn't pull away.

"Your eyes look tired," she murmured, her voice soft and aching.

Blue's hand rose to cover hers, his calloused fingers brushing against her skin. He leaned into her touch, his gaze filled with unspoken emotions—relief, longing, and the fragile hope of finally being understood. "I missed you," he whispered, his voice breaking. Rosita nodded, her tears falling freely now. "I missed you too."

In that moment, the chaos of the jungle and the looming threat of the volcano melted away, leaving only the quiet bond between them—unbroken, despite the years and the miles that had separated them. Blue's gaze locked with hers, the weight of unspoken emotion passing between them. Rosita's voice, soft but firm, cut through the tension of the jungle. "I'm here."

She stepped closer, her heart hammering in her chest. Blue's deep eyes softened, his body language drawing her in, and for a brief, fleeting moment, everything around them felt like it ceased to exist. The air grew thick with the electric pull of their shared longing, the ache of time spent apart. Their lips, mere inches away from one another, were ready to close the gap, sealing the love and yearning that had been buried in their hearts for far too long.

But then—

A sharp crack split the air, the unmistakable sound of a dart slicing through the jungle atmosphere. The tranquil moment shattered as Blue's expression twisted into something fierce and defensive. Rosita's eyes widened as she instinctively recoiled, but it was too late. Blue's hand shot out and gripped the dart, pulling it out of his body with a grunt of pain. His eyes darted toward the source of the attack, fury flashing behind them.

Owen was already shouting, his voice booming with anger. "I told you to wait for my signal!"

Rosita's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Blue's reaction, but she didn't hesitate. She rushed forward, but before she could reach him, the sharp sound of men advancing echoed through the trees. Wheatley's group emerged, their guns cocked and ready, surrounding them in a tight circle.

"Back your men up right now," Rosita demanded, her voice steady but laced with a quiet defiance.

Blue's eyes darted between Rosita and Owen, the tension in his body palpable. He growled low, every muscle in his form rippling with barely contained anger. But then, his gaze shifted past them, and Rosita followed his line of sight. A man behind them was lifting his gun.

Before anyone could react, Blue's form shifted—his muscles bulging as he returned to his raptor shape. He lunged forward, knocking Owen and Rosita out of the way with force, his raptor instincts taking over as he pounced on the man.

"Blue!" Rosita shouted, trying to scramble to her feet as chaos erupted around her. Wheatley cursed loudly, reaching for another dart. "No, hey, no, no—don't shoot him!" he barked, his voice frantic as Blue continued to maul the man beneath him.

But then, a single gunshot rang out. The dart hit Blue with a sickening thud, and the raptor screeched in pain. His body staggered slightly, but he refused to relent, continuing his savage attack. His claws dug deep into the man's skull, and as Blue's claws pierced his eye, the man's finger instinctively squeezed the trigger, sending another bullet flying.

Rosita's heart stopped as Blue's body jerked, the bullet striking him in the side. He faltered, his strength momentarily draining, and he collapsed to the ground beside the man he had just killed.

"No!" Rosita cried out, her voice thick with panic and sorrow. She rushed to Blue's side, dropping to her knees as she placed her hands over his wound, trying desperately to apply pressure. Blood poured from the gash, dark and thick, staining her hands. Owen's face twisted with anger as he pushed himself up, his body still weak from the dart's effects. "Wheatley, you son of a bitch!" he yelled, charging toward him, but before he could reach him, Wheatley fired another dart, hitting Owen square in the chest. Owen crumpled to the ground, his body going limp.

Rosita's eyes widened in horror. She could barely process the whirlwind of events around her, but instinct kicked in. Grabbing the nearest handgun, she aimed it at Wheatley. Her finger tightened on the trigger, and the bullet found its mark, striking him in the shoulder.

But before she could pull the trigger again, another dart hit her neck, sending a sharp pain coursing through her veins. She gasped, her vision spinning, before her body succumbed to unconsciousness.

Zia was the first to reach them, her face stricken with panic as she dropped to her knees beside Owen and Rosita. "What are you doing? Owen. Rosita," she cried, her hands trembling as she pulled the darts out of both of them, her brow furrowing in concern. She grabbed the handgun from Rosita's limp hand and, in one swift motion, pointed it directly at Wheatley. The men surrounding them cocked their guns in response, but Zia's resolve was unyielding.

"You shoot me..." Zia's voice rang out, sharp and unwavering. "...and Blue dies."

Wheatley, clutching his bleeding shoulder, exhaled sharply. He stared down Zia, his expression dark and calculating. "I think we have the drop on you, sweetheart," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom.

Zia's glare was cold and unforgiving. "He's losing blood, and if I don't treat him... he'll never make it back to camp."

Wheatley's jaw tightened, but after a long, tense silence, he nodded reluctantly. "How about this? That animal dies, I shoot you. You're gonna take care of him. Let's move out."

He signalled his men to lower their guns, his eyes narrowing as they started to move, dragging Blue away from Rosita and Owen's unconscious forms. Blue, though weakened and covered in blood, glared with a burning fury. His muscles tensed, and despite his pain, he let out a low growl, his eyes never leaving Rosita's still body on the ground.

Even as they pulled him away, his gaze remained fixed on her, an unspoken promise of rage and retribution simmering in the depths of his eyes.

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By: SilverMist707

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