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𝕋ℍ𝔼 screams.

Rosita's mind echoes with the haunting screams of those lost, their voices rising like a chorus of despair in the shattered stillness of that moment. The noise of the park lingers in her memory, a cacophony of terror-shouts of panic, the thunderous pounding of colossal feet, and the eerie cries of something ancient, untamed. It's all still there, a ghostly rhythm in her veins. She remembers the monsters, its shadows looming over her dreams like a predators in the dark, relentless, and unforgiving. And through it all, one name lingers, a whispered nightmare: Jurassic Park. A place of wonder twisted into a nightmare, a world where the past clawed its way into the present, leaving only destruction in its wake.

Rosita had been just a small child when she first stepped onto the island, her hand clasped tightly in her uncle Ian Malcolm's as he guided her through a world teetering on the edge of brilliance and chaos. The days began smoothly, filled with wide-eyed wonder at creatures long extinct brought back to life. But on that fateful night, the balance shattered. The cages failed, and the creators of that awe-inspiring illusion turned into nightmares. Freed from their bonds, they roamed unchecked, leaving a trail of devastation. Rosita fled the island, clutching fragments of her innocence as she boarded a helicopter, thinking she could leave it all behind.

But time is never that kind. As a teenager, she returned with Ian and her cousin, driven by the desperate mission to rescue Dr. Sarah Harding, Ian's girlfriend. The reunion brought more chaos than closure. The island, still as unforgiving as she remembered, devoured lives in its grasp. The memory of scientists recklessly capturing a T-Rex and its baby for greed burned into her soul, only to erupt into catastrophe when the creatures were unleashed in the city. Rosita was there, alongside Ian and Sarah, when they returned the baby to its parent, sailing back to the island as the sun set on yet another harrowing chapter.

The screams stayed with her, etched deep into her being. As she grew older, they became a haunting rhythm to her life, one she couldn't silence. Ironically, she found herself drawn to the creatures again, this time at the new park: Jurassic World. Working alongside her old friend Owen, she stepped into a place that promised innovation but harboured darker secrets. These weren't the dinosaurs of her childhood-they were hybrids, their DNA mingled with humanity's own. They could shift, stepping between forms like something out of myth, and Rosita's curiosity outweighed her fear. She joined the work, fascinated by the blurred lines between human and beast.

But the past has a way of repeating itself. What begins in awe always seems to end in blood. Once again, Rosita finds herself staring into the jaws of chaos, where plans unravel, and the monsters remind her of a hard truth: nothing stays caged forever.

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By: SilverMist707

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