When you hear the echo, echo of the T-Rex

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 night roared with chaos as the raptors attacked the Indominus rex, their lithe forms darting and leaping onto her massive frame. Blue led the charge, his powerful jaws snapping down on the back of her neck while Delta and Echo tore at her flanks. The Indominus thrashed violently, trying to shake them off, her tail whipping the air with deadly force.

"Go! Move it!" Owen shouted, pulling Claire and the boys toward the nearest cover.

The boys dashed into a nearby gift stand, hiding behind racks of dinosaur-themed merchandise, while Rosita and Owen took positions, shooting at the Indominus to give the raptors a fighting chance. The beast's tail lashed out, narrowly missing Rosita, who dove to the side with a laugh that was far too casual for the situation.

"Hey, Owen," she said as she crouched behind the model of the iconic yellow amber rock with a mosquito inside, reloading her weapon. "Remind me to never skip leg day again. I'm gonna need it after this."

Owen smirked as he lined up another shot. "Focus, Rosita."

"Oh, I am!" she quipped, popping up to take aim. "I just also have a running commentary when things are trying to kill me."

The Indominus roared, swinging her head violently as Delta and Echo clung to her, their teeth sinking into her hide. Echo was the first to fall, slammed to the ground with a sickening crunch. Rosita's eyes widened in alarm, but Echo staggered to his feet and lunged again, undeterred.

"That's my scrappy little psychopath," she muttered under her breath, reloading with practiced ease. Her admiration turned to horror as the Indominus grabbed Echo mid-air and flung him toward a nearby structure. The raptor slammed into a stove, which exploded on impact, engulfing him in flames.

"Echo!" Rosita screamed, her voice breaking with fury. She stood up, firing off several rounds at the Indominus with unrelenting rage. "You overgrown science project! I'm gonna put you in the Smithsonian where you belong!"

The Indominus, seemingly irritated by the barrage of bullets, swung her tail with bone-crushing force. It shattered the amber model, sending shards flying and forcing Rosita and Owen to sprint for new cover.

Delta didn't fare much better. The Indominus caught her in its jaws, shaking her violently before tossing her aside like a rag doll. Rosita's heart clenched, but there was no time to mourn.

"Move! Gift stand!" Owen yelled, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward where the boys were hiding.

The two dove inside just as the Indominus turned her attention to the gift stand. Her massive head loomed above them, sniffing the air, her growl low and menacing. Rosita instinctively shielded Gray and Zach, pressing them down as they tried to stifle their panicked breaths.

The beast let out an ear-piercing roar and slammed her clawed hand into the side of the stand, tearing through the flimsy walls. Merchandise tumbled everywhere-plushies, shirts, mugs-spilling onto the floor. Rosita snatched Gray's legs, yanking them out of the Indominus' reach just as her claws scraped the floor where he'd been moments before.

But the Indominus wasn't giving up. Her clawed hand darted back inside, this time catching hold of Gray's waist bag. She began pulling him toward her jaws. Gray screamed, kicking wildly.

"Not today, you prehistoric nightmare!" Rosita yelled, grabbing Gray's arms with Owen and yanking back with all their strength. "Zach, the strap! Snap it!"

Zach scrambled to grab a nearby claw-shaped souvenir and sliced through the bag's strap. The moment Gray was freed, the three of them pulled him back just as the Indominus roared in frustration, snapping at empty air.

The attention of the monstrous hybrid suddenly shifted, a loud, primal roar cutting through the chaos. The T. rex appeared from the jungle, her massive frame moving with predatory intent. The Indominus turned to face her challenger, bellowing in response.

"Claire?" Owen muttered, his eyes scanning the scene. His jaw dropped as he spotted her, flare in hand, leading the T. rex into the fight.

Rosita's jaw tightened as she reloaded her gun. "She's either crazy or a genius. Maybe both."

The T. rex lunged at the Indominus, and the two dinosaurs collided with thunderous force. Teeth and claws tore into one another as the group darted out of the wreckage of the gift stand, Rosita and Owen yelling for the boys to follow.

"Go! Go! Go!" Owen shouted, leading them to a cluster of massive rocks where Claire crouched, panting.

The fight raged on, the T. rex slamming into the Indominus but getting thrown into a wall of merchandise in retaliation before the Indominus Rex was about to end the dinosaur's life. Rosita shielded her eyes as debris rained down, but her focus snapped back as Blue's familiar growl filled the air.

She turned, her face lighting up with a mix of relief and pure joy. Blue charged at the Indominus with unrelenting determination, leaping onto the T. rex's back and launching himself directly at the hybrid's neck.

"Hell yeah!" Rosita shouted, pumping a fist in the air. "That's my Blue! Show her who's boss, baby!"

The others stared at her, half in shock, half in amusement, as Blue clawed and bit at the Indominus with unbridled ferocity, his snarls echoing through the battlefield. Rosita leaned forward, her eyes glued to the action.

The chaos of the battlefield unfolded like a savage dance, every roar and cry echoing through the shattered ruins of the park. Blue, relentless and fierce, tore into the Indominus rex with claws and teeth, his growls a defiant song of survival. The hybrid thrashed and writhed, trying desperately to shake him off, but Blue clung to her like vengeance incarnate.

Then, with a thunderous pounce, Rexy, the mighty T-Rex, entered the fray. Her jaws clamped onto the Indominus’ flank, adding her power to Blue’s relentless assault. The two titans worked in tandem, a primal force of nature, clawing and biting, driving the hybrid toward her inevitable fall.

Rosita and the others ran, weaving through the crumbling remnants of the gift shop. The air was thick with smoke, the floor littered with shattered glass and fallen merchandise. They darted through the wreckage, only to freeze as Blue’s body came crashing through the glass, his lithe form colliding with the ground in a shower of shards.

Rosita’s heart clenched as Blue staggered to his feet. His eyes, sharp and blazing with fury, locked onto the Indominus once more. He let out a feral growl, a sound that seemed to pierce the very soul, before leaping back into the fray. His courage opened the path for them to run again, and they did, glancing back as Rexy slammed the Indominus into a building with such force that the structure crumbled in on itself, a cacophony of destruction.

Blue, ever unyielding, launched himself onto the Indominus’ face, claws raking across her scales with a vicious precision. She roared in pain, her massive head shaking him off with a force that sent him tumbling through the dirt. Before she could regain her footing, Rexy lunged, her powerful jaws clamping around the Indominus once more. With a mighty toss, Rexy sent her sprawling against the park’s towering electrical fence. The air crackled and hissed as the hybrid’s body collided with the wires, sparks flying in every direction.

The Indominus rose, battered but still defiant, her guttural growl reverberating through the air. But then, the water behind her stirred, rippling with ominous intent. Before anyone could react, the Mosasaurus emerged in a blur of scales and teeth, its colossal jaws locking around the Indominus’ neck. The hybrid screamed, a sound of pain and despair, as the aquatic predator pulled her into the depths of the lagoon. The water stilled, leaving only silence and ripples that faded into nothingness.

Blue stood there, battered but unbroken, his chest heaving. His piercing eyes shifted to Rexy, who, covered in scars and triumph, gave him a lingering look before letting out a deep, rumbling exhale.

The old queen turned and walked off into the shadows of the jungle, her battle won, leaving Blue standing alone amidst the destruction.
Blue turned toward Rosita, his golden eyes meeting hers, and something shifted in the air.

The feral edge in his gaze softened, giving way to something almost... human. Then, before their eyes, Blue began to change.

His scales receded, his frame twisted and grew, and within moments, he stood before them, no longer a raptor but a man.

Claire gasped, the boys’ jaws dropping in shock, but Rosita simply stared, her chest tightening at the sight of him. His eyes, still those of the fierce raptor she knew, now held a depth that took her breath away. Slowly, Blue stepped toward her, his expression unreadable yet filled with unspoken emotion.

He reached out, his hand warm and rough as it cupped her cheek. His thumb brushed her skin, and Rosita’s breath hitched. Blue leaned in, pressing his lips gently against her forehead in a gesture that felt both tender and final.
Rosita closed her eyes, her voice a soft whisper as she understood what he was trying to say. “I understand.”

Blue’s gaze lingered on her, something unspoken passing between them. Then, with a sudden urgency, he leaned in and claimed her lips in a kiss that was raw and desperate, full of the emotions he couldn’t put into words. When he pulled away, Rosita’s heart ached with the weight of his goodbye.

Without a word, Blue stepped back, his form shifting again. In seconds, he was a raptor once more, his primal gaze lingering on Rosita for a final moment before he turned and sprinted into the wild.

Rosita stood there, her hand brushing her lips as she watched him disappear into the trees. Disappointment and understanding warred within her, but she couldn’t stop the small, bittersweet smile that tugged at her lips. “Goodbye, Blue.”

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Rosita sat quietly beside Owen, her fingers tracing the edges of her phone as she gazed at the lock screen. The image was simple but full of meaning: her and Blue, standing side by side, the bond between them captured in that single, fleeting moment. She sighed softly, a mix of longing and gratitude flickering in her eyes.

Owen noticed and smiled faintly, reaching over to place a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes—comfort, understanding, and the silent reassurance that she wasn’t alone.

Rosita glanced at him, offering a half-smile in return before her attention was drawn to the scene ahead.

The two boys, Gray and Zach, stood with their mother and father, their family finally reunited amidst the chaos. Their mother embraced them both tightly, tears of relief streaming down her face, and their father’s expression was one of unspoken gratitude. Watching them, Rosita couldn’t help but smile. Despite everything, they had found their way back to one another. It was a sight that warmed her heart.

“Come on,” Owen said, rising to his feet. Rosita followed, nodding as they made their way toward the injured, checking on those who had been caught in the disaster. The park was a mess, but amidst the wreckage, there was life—people helping one another, survivors emerging from the shadows, hope rekindling in the wake of devastation.
As they moved through the area, Owen eventually found Claire.

The two exchanged a look before stepping closer, speaking to each other in hushed tones. Rosita watched from a distance, her brow arching as she observed the way they leaned toward one another, the warmth in their expressions.

She couldn’t resist. Walking up to them with a knowing smile, she crossed her arms and exclaimed, “Well, it’s about damn time.”

Both Owen and Claire turned to her, startled for a moment, before they broke into sheepish smiles. There was a lightness in the air now, a sense of resolution and renewal. They shared a quiet laugh, and without a word, they began to walk out of the building together, side by side.

Rosita trailed behind them, her own smile lingering as she looked out at the horizon. Her thoughts drifted to Blue, to the connection they had shared and the adventures they had endured. She knew she might never see him again, but somehow, that was okay.

As she stepped into the sunlight, a sense of anticipation stirred within her. The world was wide, unpredictable, and full of possibilities. And deep down, Rosita felt it in her bones—another adventure was on its way. Whatever came next, she was ready.

The End of Jurassic World.

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By: SilverMist707
I hope you enjoyed it, and I will indeed write the other stories ♡