This is the kingdom, kingdom

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𝕋ℍ𝕌ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ rolled across the heavens like a growl from some ancient, unseen beast, shaking the earth and skies alike. The night cloaked the park in its inky embrace, the howling wind threading through the skeletal remains of long-abandoned attractions. The creak of rusted hinges broke the stillness as the great iron gates yawned open. Beyond, the water shimmered dark and endless, a vast abyss waiting to swallow all who dared venture into its depths.

A small underwater vessel slid forward, its metal hull glistening beneath the harsh beams of its lights. These lights sliced through the black waters, illuminating motes of sediment that danced like ghosts in the deep. The vessel's sonar let out a rhythmic series of beeps and echoes, each sound bouncing back with a hollow timbre that seemed to warn against intrusion.

Inside, the two men sat in tense silence, their breaths coming fast and shallow, fogging the glass of their helmets. The cabin reeked of fear and stale air. One man, his eyes darting toward the murky depths below, trembled as he gripped the controls.

"Relax," his comrade muttered, his voice carrying an edge of forced calm. He adjusted his floral-print shirt, its incongruous brightness a feeble attempt at normalcy amidst the tension. "Anything in here would be dead by now." The reassurance fell flat, hollow in the vast pressure of the deep. The trembling man said nothing, his gaze fixed on the void beneath them. Then, as the vessel descended further, the lights fell upon an eerie tableau—a colossal skeleton resting on the ocean floor, its ivory remains twisted and sprawling like the ruins of a once-mighty cathedral.

"There she is," the man in the floral shirt whispered, a note of awe breaking through his voice. "The Indominus rex."

With precision born of dread-fuelled focus, he manipulated the claw of the submersible. The metal appendage reached forward, gripping a rib bone as if afraid the dead beast might rise again. The other man activated a saw, its whirring blade slicing through the silence as it cut into the ancient bone. The fragment broke free with a sickening crack, and a buoy released it, the attached beacon rising toward the surface like an offering to the world above.

The men exhaled in fleeting relief, but their triumph was short-lived. A flash of lightning illuminated the abyss, and for a heartbeat, the water came alive with a monstrous silhouette. The Mosasaurus, its immense body moving with the grace of a nightmare, loomed above them, its shadow devouring the light.

The men froze, their breath stolen by terror as the ancient predator circled, its presence a reminder that in the depths of the ocean, nothing is ever truly gone.

The storm raged like an untamed beast, rain hammering down in relentless sheets as thunder cracked overhead, illuminating the night in violent bursts of white light. A worker in a drenched yellow raincoat hunched over a control panel, his gloved fingers dancing across slick buttons, rain dripping from his hood onto the illuminated screen. The voice of the submersible pilot crackled through his earpiece.

"Specimen collected. Sent to the surface."

"Roger that," the man muttered, his voice barely audible over the downpour. He turned, squinting through the rain toward the helicopter perched on the nearby pad. "Air One, clear for take-off. Begin tracking."

"Copy that."

The man gave a sharp nod, waving his arm forward. "Go, go!"

The helicopter's blades spun faster, the roar of the engine drowning out the storm as it lifted into the air, its searchlight carving a shaky beam through the blackness. For a brief moment, the world felt coordinated controlled. But then came the rustling. The worker paused, his head snapping toward the treeline. Branches cracked, leaves trembled, and for a heartbeat, silence reigned. A sudden, ear-splitting crash of thunder made him flinch.

Through his radio came the voice of the helicopter pilot. "Land One, the asset is secure. We got what we came for. We're coming back for you. Close the doors." The man turned back to his monitor. "Marine One, I've got to close the gates. Get out of there."

"Understood. We're heading out." But then... nothing. The screen in front of him flickered, and two words appeared in angry red letters:

'SIGNAL LOST.'

The worker's voice cracked with urgency. "Marine One, I need to close the gates. Confirm position. Can you hear me? Are you out?" The helicopter roared back into view, its searchlight scanning the rain-soaked ground. Inside, the pilot's voice crackled again. "Marine One?"

But the man next to the pilot wasn't looking at the monitor—he was staring out the window, his face pale. "What is that?" The treeline shuddered. Branches snapped, the sound sharp and visceral over the rain.

"Marine One, I'm closing the gates!" The man hammered on the keyboard, the gate status blinking: 20%... 21%...

"Seriously, guys, I'm kind of exposed out here. Marine One, confirm you're out. Marine One—"

His words were cut off by frantic shouting from the helicopter. Flashlights flickered wildly in the rain, beams of light waving back and forth.

"He's over there! Now! Run! Look behind you!"

The worker stood frozen, his drenched hood sticking to his face as he shielded his eyes from the light and shouted back, "I can't reach them! What? What are you saying?!" A lightning bolt slashed across the sky. In that split second, a massive shape materialized behind him—a towering figure of teeth and muscle. The Tyrannosaurus rex.

Darkness swallowed the sight as the light faded, and the worker spun around, squinting into the void. "What is going on?! I can't hear you!"

But then he felt it. A deep, rhythmic thump... thump... thump. The ground beneath him trembled with each step. His breath hitched, eyes wide, as he slowly pulled off his headphones.

The rain parted just enough for him to see it. A monstrous eye, amber and ancient, blinked down at him through the storm. The T-Rex lowered its massive head, jaws parting slightly as a guttural roar erupted from its throat, reverberating through the worker's chest.

"No!" he gasped, his voice breaking as he turned and bolted toward the helicopter. The helicopter began to lift off, its spotlight tracking the frantic yellow figure below.

"Wait! Wait! Don't go!" the man screamed, splashing through puddles, dodging overturned crates and scattered debris.

Behind him, the T-Rex lunged forward, its jaws snapping inches from his back. He dove over a broken section of the electrified fence, wires sparking as he tumbled to the muddy ground below. Above, a ladder unfurled from the chopper, swinging precariously in the wind.

"Grab it! Grab the ladder!" someone shouted from above.

The worker scrambled to his feet, leaping with everything he had. His hands latched onto the ladder just as the T-Rex's jaws clamped down behind him, narrowly missing his boots.

"Yes! Yes! I made it! I—"

But the victory was short-lived. The T-Rex snarled and bit down on the end of the ladder, yanking the helicopter sideways. The chopper lurched violently, the men inside screaming as alarms blared in the cockpit.

"We're gonna stall! Cut it now!" the pilot yelled.

"No! Give him a chance!" another voice protested.

"We're all gonna die if we don't—"

The worker clung desperately to the ladder, his yellow raincoat flapping violently in the storm's fury. Below him, the massive shape of the T-Rex swung the ladder back and forth, its jaws snapping inches from his feet with every violent tug. The creature's growl rumbled through the air, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down the man's spine.

"I said cut it!" The pilot's voice echoed over the radio, his tone sharp and desperate.

The worker, his heart racing with primal fear, screamed back into the storm, "Don't do it! Aah! It's horrible!" His hands gripped the ladder with raw desperation, fingers slick with rain and sweat.

But with a final, terrifying wrench, the dinosaur's teeth tore through the ladder's end. The man was yanked upwards, his body swinging wildly, caught between the chasm of the beast's roar and the helicopter's ascent. His terrified gaze locked on the T-Rex as it roared in frustration, a sound that shook the very air around them. The ground below was nothing but dark shadow, a distant abyss, as the man was hauled into the safety of the helicopter.

The men inside cheered, whooping and laughing, relieved that the escape had come at the last possible moment. The worker, his chest heaving with breaths, looked back at the enraged dinosaur, his heart still pounding in his ears.

"We did it! We made it!" one of the men shouted, his voice thick with relief, while another slapped the worker on the back, still laughing in disbelief. But the man in the yellow jacket barely noticed, his eyes fixed on the creature below, which paced the ground, its massive feet sending tremors through the air.

The laughter was short-lived.

From the depths of the darkened water, a deep, guttural roar shook the very sky, and the worker's heart froze in his chest. His eyes widened in horror as the Mosasaurus, a monstrous shape of sleek, glistening scales, surged up from the water like a massive wall of teeth and muscle. Its immense jaws slammed shut with the force of a tidal wave, and in a blink, the helicopter's cargo—a man—was yanked back down toward the waiting jaws.

The worker screamed, a sound of pure terror, as the Mosasaurus clamped down on him, its crushing force dragging him toward the cold, dark abyss below. The helicopter shook as it swerved sharply to avoid the water's deadly reach, but it was too late. The man's scream was swallowed by the roar of the beast, his body vanishing into the murky waters in an instant.

Thunder crashed, lightning crackling in the sky as the men in the helicopter stared in shocked disbelief. For a moment, the storm seemed to pause in the wake of the tragedy.

One of the men, his face pale and wide-eyed, turned to the capsule he held securely in his hands—the rib bone they had collected from the depths of the park. The object, a relic of another time, was encased in a protective shell, but even that did little to ease the tension in the air.

"DNA sample secured. Tell the boss we're coming back home." The man's voice was devoid of emotion, his hands trembling as he closed the capsule with mechanical precision.

The helicopter banked sharply, its blades cutting through the storm as it rose higher into the dark sky. Below, the Mosasaurus swam in the dark waters, its massive tail trailing in the wake of the helicopter as it swam out of the gates that were supposed to be closed. The gates—the final barrier meant to keep the horrors contained—were left open, a chilling invitation for what lay beneath.

The storm continued to rage as the helicopter soared into the distance, leaving the park and its horrors behind. But the sky was no longer quiet; the roar of the Mosasaurus echoed across the waters, a haunting reminder of the things they had unleashed.

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By: SilverMist707