The Indoraptor, shouldn't get the blame

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 rhythmic beat of helicopter blades cut through the humid air, a stark contrast to the primal roars of the Indominus rex. Rosita's heart pounded as she watched the chopper hovering above, its guns blazing in a desperate attempt to slow the rampaging dinosaur. The Indominus, undeterred, barrelled toward the towering structure of the Pterosaurs enclosure, its massive form shaking the earth with each step.

"Come on," Rosita muttered under her breath, her fingers twitching against the rifle slung across her chest. She didn't dare move, her gaze fixed on the chaos unfolding before her.

With a deafening crash, the Indominus broke through the containment gates. The air filled with the sharp cries of Pterosaurs as the creatures burst free, their massive wings slicing through the sky like blades. In a frenzy of rage and confusion, they swarmed the helicopter, their talons raking across its metal surface. The aircraft buckled under the assault, spinning out of control as the pilot fought to stabilize it.

Rosita flinched as the helicopter slammed into the glass dome of the enclosure, shattering it with an ear-splitting explosion. Flames erupted, licking at the sky as the wreckage crumpled into the ground. The force of the blast sent shockwaves rippling through the Valley, and Rosita instinctively shielded her face from the heat.

The Indominus rex, momentarily obscured by the smoke and fire, emerged unscathed, its massive form silhouetted against the inferno. Without hesitation, it bolted away, leaving destruction in its wake.

Above, the Pterosaurs had regrouped, their piercing cries echoing ominously. They turned as one, their sharp beaks and claws glinting in the sun, heading directly toward Rosita, Claire, and Owen.

Owen's voice cut through the rising panic. "Trees! The trees! Go! Go!"

Without hesitation, the three bolted, their feet pounding against the ground as they raced toward the relative cover of the dense forest. The shrill cries of the Pterosaurs grew louder, their shadows darting over the ground like spectres of death. Rosita's lungs burned as she pushed herself harder, adrenaline surging through her veins.

"Move!" Owen shouted again, his voice sharp with urgency.

They reached the treeline just as a Pterosaur dove, its talons swiping inches above Rosita's head. The three threw themselves to the ground, ducking beneath the low canopy of the trees. Rosita pressed herself flat against the dirt, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she felt the whoosh of air from the creature's massive wings above her.

The Pterosaurs veered upward, their attention shifting. Rosita lifted her head just enough to see where they were headed—toward the park.

"Oh no," Claire whispered, her voice trembling.

"They're going to the park," Rosita muttered, horror dawning on her face.

Owen was already on his feet, yanking them up with him. "Come on, we have to move! Now!"

With renewed urgency, they ran, pushing through the forest, the distant screams of the park's visitors mingling with the haunting cries of the Pterosaurs.

The chaos of the park spilled out as Rosita, Claire, and Owen emerged from the treeline. Workers darted frantically in all directions, their faces pale with panic. The sharp crackle of the PA system rang overhead as an official-sounding voice announced, "Attention Aviary employees, there has been a containment breach."

"Fantastic. Just what we needed," Rosita muttered, rolling her eyes as they picked up speed. Her humour was her armour, but her grip on the rifle betrayed her tension.

Claire's phone buzzed, and she snatched it up. "Hello?"

"Claire, we spotted the boys on surveillance," Zara's urgent voice spilled through the receiver. "They're approaching the west gate. I'm headed there now."

Claire nodded, her voice taut. "Okay. Stay right there. I'm on my way. Stay with them. Do not leave them alone." She hung up and turned to Owen and Rosita.

Owen was already on a quad bike, revving the engine. "Hey! Get on!" he barked.

Rosita swung onto a bike of her own, starting it up with a confident smirk. "Let's go, slowpokes!" And with that, she gunned the throttle, blasting ahead as screams and alarms swelled around them. The wind whipped her hair back as she navigated the chaos, narrowly avoiding overturned carts and fleeing employees. The park's carefully curated order had crumbled into madness. She came to an abrupt stop near the boardwalk, the quad skidding slightly before she dismounted. Owen and Claire pulled up behind her just as the PA blared again, "All units, take position on the boardwalk. Use liquid tranquilizers. Do not fire live ammunition."

Rosita rolled her shoulders and adjusted her grip on her rifle. "Sure, because tranquilizers are gonna help when they're turning us into lunch meat," she muttered, but Owen was already sprinting forward.

"Claire, come on!" he shouted, motioning for her to follow.

They burst into the main park, now a warzone of terrified tourists, flailing Pterosaurs, and panicked security guards. Owen and Rosita took position, firing at the swarming dinosaurs with precision. Claire climbed onto a fallen stand, scanning the chaos as she cupped her hands around her mouth.

"Zach! Gray!" she screamed, her voice barely piercing through the cacophony.

Rosita stuck close, her sharp eyes scanning for any threats aiming for Claire. "You better find those kids fast," she quipped, "or I'm billing you for hazard pay."

From the fray, two voices rose above the noise. "Aunt Claire!"

Owen spotted them first, two boys weaving through the chaos toward them. "No! Hold your—"

Before he could finish, a Pterosaur swooped down, talons latching onto him. He let out a grunt as he hit the ground, struggling to keep its snapping beak away from his face.

Rosita wasted no time. She took aim and fired, her shot hitting another Pterosaur diving toward the boys. The creature crumpled mid-air, collapsing harmlessly to the ground as Zach and Gray leaped away just in time.

Breathing hard, the boys pressed against a stable, staring wide-eyed at the fallen creature. A voice broke their trance. "You boys are Gray and Zach, right?"

They turned to see Rosita approaching, extending a hand to help them up. Zach blinked at her, momentarily speechless. "Uh... yeah. We are."

"Good," she said, her tone brisk but warm. "You're both still in one piece. Let's keep it that way."

Nearby, Owen was still grappling with the Pterosaur until Claire rushed in, swinging the butt of a rifle into the creature's head. It staggered back, dazed, giving her just enough time to fire a few rounds and finish it off.

"Is that Aunt Claire?" Zach asked in disbelief, watching her stand over the downed creature with a gun in hand.

Rosita chuckled, nudging him. "Yep. She's a badass. Who knew, right?"

Claire handed Owen his rifle and helped him to his feet, only for him to grab her by the arm and pull her into a kiss. Claire froze for a moment, then melted into it, her nephews' gawking going unnoticed.

Zach blinked and whispered to Gray, "What is happening right now?"

Rosita smirked as she stood beside Owen, watching Claire run to her nephews. "It's them! Zach! Gray!" Claire cried out, throwing her arms around them.

As Claire fussed over the boys, Zach looked past her at Rosita and Owen. "Who are they?" he asked, eyes lingering on Rosita, who gave him a wink that turned his face red.

Claire glanced back at them, then turned to the boys. "We work together."

"Together," Rosita echoed dryly. "Sure. Let's go with that."

Owen, sensing the mounting danger, called out firmly, "Hey. We gotta move. Now."

And with that, the group set off, the chaos of the park still roaring behind them.

The path behind the park, where only staff were allowed, was eerily quiet compared to the chaos that had unfolded moments before. The group walked briskly, tension simmering in the air. Claire held her phone tightly to her ear, speaking urgently to Lowery.

"Lowery, I'm on my way back to you," she said, her tone clipped.

Owen and Rosita walked slightly ahead, ears pricking at Lowery's muffled response. But it was Claire's sharp intake of breath and the way she repeated his words that caught their attention. "What do you mean, 'use the raptors'?" Claire questioned, her voice rising slightly.

Rosita came to a dead stop, her eyes blazing with fury as realization dawned. "Son of a bitch!" she hissed, her voice thick with anger.

"Uh... you shouldn't say 'bitch,'" Gray offered, looking up at her hesitantly, his innocence cutting through the tension.

Before Rosita could retort, a loud, metallic bang echoed from the gates behind them. Everyone spun around, their attention snapping to the source. The gate rattled violently, the sound of desperate screaming growing louder.

"Take the kids. Get them someplace safe," Owen ordered, his voice steady but firm as he stepped forward, weapon in hand.

Before anyone could move, the gates burst open, unleashing a flood of terrified park guests. They sprinted past, their screams mingling with the roars of the pursuing dinosaurs.

"Get in!" Rosita shouted, shoving Claire and the boys toward the vehicle nearby.

Owen jumped into the driver's seat as Rosita took her place up front, rifle at the ready. Claire climbed into the back, pulling Zach and Gray in with her.

The boys yelled in panic as Owen slammed the vehicle into reverse, expertly manoeuvring through the stampeding crowd. "This does not feel safe!" Zach exclaimed, gripping the seat in front of him for dear life.

Rosita smirked grimly, keeping her eyes on the chaos outside. "Welcome to Jurassic World, kid."

Owen finally pulled the vehicle into a relatively secure spot, parking behind a heavy barricade as they watched the screaming crowd rush past. For a moment, the group sat in silence, the only sounds their laboured breathing and the distant roars of the pursuing creatures.

"This does not feel safe," Zach repeated, his voice higher pitched this time.

Gray leaned forward, his wide eyes shifting between Rosita and Owen. "Can we stay with you?" he blurted out.

Claire, still catching her breath, turned to her nephews, her voice resolute. "I am never leaving you as long as you live."

Zach and Gray exchanged a glance before Zach said, "No, no. Them." He gestured toward the front seats where Rosita and Owen sat.

Gray nodded emphatically, pointing as well. "Yeah, definitely them."

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By: SilverMist707