When you fear the chomp, chomp

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 park was alive with the hum of excitement, a symphony of laughter, gasps of wonder, and the rhythmic click of cameras. Visitors marvelled at the impossible-a world reborn from extinction, where dinosaurs roamed as if they'd never left. Rosita walked among them, her eyes wide with awe, her heart echoing the same curiosity she saw in the children tugging at their parents' hands. It was her second day working at Jurassic World, and despite everything she'd lived through, she couldn't help but marvel at the creatures she once feared.

She remembered the raptors vividly. Echo, Delta, Charlie, and Blue-each name etched in her memory like a mantra. The four of them, sleek and lethal, had watched her from behind reinforced enclosures the first time she encountered them. There was something almost human in their eyes, a glint of intelligence that sent a shiver down her spine even as it fascinated her.

But that day was different.

The sun hung low on the horizon, casting golden light over the park. She had wandered too far from the main paths, drawn by the quiet allure of the jungle trails. It was a rookie mistake, one she'd chastise herself for later. The air grew heavier, quieter, the distant buzz of the park fading into an unsettling silence. She felt it before she saw it-the prickling sensation of being watched.

A blur of movement came from her right, and then he was there.

At first, Rosita thought she'd stumbled upon another guest. He stood tall, his presence commanding yet oddly serene, with midnight blue hair that fell in unruly waves over his forehead. His golden eyes, sharp and piercing, locked onto hers, sending a chill through her. He looked human, but there was something wrong-something wild and untamed in his gaze, in the way he moved with predatory grace.

She was so focused on observing that she didn't hear the quiet approach behind her.

"You shouldn't be here."

The voice was low and firm, startling her. Rosita spun around, expecting to see one of her coworkers-but her breath caught in her throat. Standing before her was not a man, but something entirely otherworldly.

He had sharp, angular features, with midnight blue hair that caught the fading sunlight, almost shimmering. His eyes-golden and piercing-bore into her with an intensity that made her heart race. His stance was both predatory and protective, like someone who could attack in an instant but chose not to.

"Who...?" she started, her voice trembling slightly.

"Leave," he cut her off, his tone brooking no argument. "Now."

Rosita took a step back, her instincts screaming at her to run. But her curiosity anchored her in place. "Wait," she said, her voice steadier now. "Who are you?"

The figure's gaze flicked past her, scanning the area. He took a cautious step closer, and for a moment, she thought he might answer her question. But then his expression shifted-his sharp features tightening with urgency.

"He's coming," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "You need to go. Now."

"Who's coming?" Rosita asked, still frozen in place.

"Echo," he growled, the name dripping with tension. "My brother. He's... not as patient as I am."

Rosita's heart pounded as she processed his words. "Wait-you're..." Her eyes widened as realization dawned. "You're one of them. You're Blue."

He flinched slightly, as though her recognition unsettled him. "Go!" he snapped, his voice sharper now.

Before she could respond, a low, guttural snarl echoed from the shadows behind him. Blue's posture stiffened, and he turned toward the sound, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap.

Rosita's instincts finally kicked in. She took a step back, her gaze darting between Blue and the growing darkness beyond him.

"Run," Blue said again, his voice softer this time but no less commanding.

Rosita didn't need to be told twice. She turned and sprinted down the path, her heart hammering in her chest. As she ran, she couldn't shake the image of those golden eyes watching her-not with malice, but with something else. Something she couldn't quite name.

That was the first time she met Blue, and though it should have terrified her, she couldn't help but feel a strange pull toward him-a connection she didn't yet understand.

Ever since that fateful day, Rosita found herself drawn to the raptors in a way she hadn't expected. At first, it was cautious, almost tentative-sneaking small treats to them when no one was looking. The raptors hesitated at first, their sharp eyes studying her with suspicion, but over time, their wariness softened into acceptance.

It was Blue who remained the hardest to reach. He watched her with a steady gaze, his golden eyes always calculating, always questioning. But Rosita was nothing if not persistent. She visited them often, learning their quirks and rhythms, helping Owen with their care whenever she could. Slowly, she broke through the walls that Blue had built, not with force but with patience and understanding.

Her role evolved into something more than just a helping hand. She became their caretaker, a kind of nurse to them when they were injured or unwell. She was the one who cleaned their wounds, soothed their snarls, and offered a calm presence when the world seemed too chaotic.

Owen may have been their Alpha, commanding their respect and loyalty, but Rosita was undoubtedly their favourite. It became a running joke between her and Owen, a playful rivalry she delighted in rubbing in his face.

"Face it, Grady," she'd tease with a smirk as Charlie who was in his raptor form nudged her shoulder affectionately. "They like me better."

"You wish," Owen would retort, but the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him every time.

With the raptors, Rosita found something she hadn't expected-a sense of belonging. They weren't just creatures anymore; they were family. And for the first time in a long while, she felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

Rosita's smile lingered as she strolled toward her workspace, the memory of her earlier interactions with the raptors playing vividly in her mind. The sun was high, casting warm light over the facility as the rhythmic hum of the park's activity surrounded her. She spotted Owen standing on the bridge, leaning casually on the railing as he observed the raptors below. They were in full pursuit, their sharp claws digging into the dirt as they chased after a squealing pig.

"Hold!" Owen's voice cut through the air, authoritative yet calm.

Blue skidded to a halt, his claws kicking up dust as his brothers, Echo and Charlie, scrambled to his sides. Their golden eyes darted around, searching frantically for the pig that had managed to escape into the safety of a nearby cage.

"Did you get it?" Charlie's sharp, playful tone resonated in their growls, a language only they understood.

"No, you idiot!" Echo snapped, sniffing the ground with exaggerated theatrics. "It's in the cage! Again!"

Blue gave a low growl, his patience clearly thinning. "Maybe if you didn't trip over your own tail, Charlie, we'd have caught it."

"Hey, I'm not the one who-"

"Eyes on me!" Owen's sharp command drew their attention upward. The raptors immediately stopped bickering, their gaze snapping to Owen as he held up the clicker, his tone firm but calm. "Blue," he called. Blue didn't look up, seemingly preoccupied with something far more interesting-a spot of mud on his claw, perhaps. "Blue!" Owen's voice sharpened, and Blue finally growled in irritation, tilting his head up to glare at the man.

"Watch it," Owen warned, clicking the device. Then his attention shifted. "Charlie. Hey! Don't give me that shit." Charlie chittered in mock protest, his head cocked to one side as if feigning innocence. "Delta!" Owen barked. "Lock it up!" Delta gave a sharp hiss of acknowledgment, her head snapping forward as she obediently straightened her posture.

Rosita ascended the stairs, her steps light and confident as she greeted Barry, who leaned casually against the railing, watching the scene unfold. "Morning, Barry," she said with a grin.

Barry returned the smile, pulling her into a quick hug. "You're just in time for the show."

They both turned their attention to Owen, who had begun moving to the other side of the balcony, a bucket of dead rats at his feet. Below, the raptors mirrored his movement, their golden eyes locked on him with unwavering focus. Well, almost unwavering-Charlie hesitated, his attention drifting, until Blue gave him a warning nip.

"Hold!" Owen commanded again, and the raptors froze in unison, their gazes flickering back to him.

"That's good. That is damn good!" Owen praised, his clicker punctuating his words as he reached into the bucket and pulled out a dead rat. "See, Charlie? That's what you get."

He tossed the rat to Charlie, who caught it mid-air with a satisfied snap of his jaws.

"Echo, there you go!" Another rat flew through the air, this time toward Echo and Delta, who caught theirs with equal enthusiasm.

Owen finally reached for the last rat, holding it aloft. "Blue? This one's for you." Blue's golden eyes gleamed as the rat soared through the air, his reflexes quick as he snapped it up. Rosita smiled, pride swelling in her chest as she watched the raptors. Despite their sharp claws and deadly instincts, they were brilliant, their intelligence shining through in moments like this.

Owen wasn't finished. "Hold! Eyes up!" he ordered, and the raptors fixed their gaze on him, their postures patient and disciplined. Then, with a sharp motion, he gave the signal. "Go!" Like lightning, they bolted, their sleek forms disappearing into the distance.

The sound of laughter and triumph echoed through the balcony as the raptors scattered off into their enclosure, their hunt now complete. The crew was in high spirits, a sense of victory hanging in the air like a sweet perfume. Rosita clapped her hands, her smile wide and genuine as she made her way toward Owen with Barry beside her.

"You finally did it, man," Barry exclaimed, his voice full of admiration as he slapped Owen on the back.

Owen smirked, his eyes gleaming with a quiet satisfaction, but before he could respond, Rosita wrapped him in a hug, her arms squeezing him with pride. "Good job, Grady," she said, her voice warm and teasing as she pulled away, "they're practically putty in your hands."

As they basked in the success of the moment, the trio noticed a familiar figure approaching. It was Hoskins, the man whose presence always seemed to stir something in Rosita's chest-an annoyance she couldn't shake.

"Owen!" Hoskins greeted with a wide, almost too eager smile, his voice carrying the familiar, oily tone.

Rosita shot him a quick glance, narrowing her eyes with mild irritation, but she chose to ignore him, her focus shifting to the raptors below. She leaned on the railing, watching as Blue paced around the enclosure, his sharp gaze flicking up to meet hers.

The connection was instant. Rosita smiled warmly and gave a small wave, and Blue, ever the cool observer, paused for a moment. His golden eyes studied her, and for a brief second, she could have sworn there was a flicker of recognition in his gaze.

Before Blue could react further, a blur of motion caught her attention. It was Charlie-the youngest of the raptors-his small, but undeniably enthusiastic body springing up from the ground like a joyful burst of energy. His eyes locked onto her, and with a shrill, excited squeal, he bounded toward the enclosure's edge.

"Flower!" Charlie chattered in his raptor tongue, his tail twitching as he hopped up and down. "Flower's here! Flower's here!"

The other raptors, hearing his excitement, paused to watch. Delta, always more reserved, simply nodded at Rosita, while Echo tilted his head, as if pondering something deeply important. But Charlie, true to his playful nature, couldn't contain his enthusiasm.

"Flower!" he repeated, his voice a mix of adoration and mischief. "Did you bring snacks?"

Rosita couldn't help but laugh at Charlie's antics. He was the youngest, the most excitable, always getting into trouble with his siblings. But it was his heart that made him special. She waved back at him, her smile widening. "Hey there, Charlie," she called out softly.

Meanwhile, Owen was deep in conversation with Hoskins, but Rosita couldn't focus on the words. She had heard enough of his plans to know he was more interested in his next big idea than in the well-being of the creatures he professed to care for.

Rosita's gaze drifted back to Blue, who was still watching her, but now with a hint of curiosity. Charlie, however, had noticed something-perhaps the way Rosita's attention shifted, or the way she tensed when Hoskins spoke.

"A field test," he said, the words hanging heavily in the air between them. Rosita's smile faded, replaced by a furrowed brow. She turned to look at Hoskins, her annoyance seeping into her expression.

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By: SilverMist707

I hope this is alright <3