Sovereign Ruler of this Earth
Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 7:35 pm
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Darkness. Stillness. Closeness.
"Where am I?"
Moisture. Heat. Solitude.
"Let me out..."
Trapped. Blind. Drowning.
"Let me out!"
Starvation. Thirst. Suffocation.
"LET ME OUT!"
"Huh?" The technician turned in his chair at the sound of a crack. "Well, I'll be damned." He grabbed for his radio. "Hello? Yes, Mr. Hammond. You'd better get up here."
Light. Air. Voices.
"Freedom..."
Thrill. Curiosity. Desire.
"...others..."
Space. Life. Hunger.
"...at last."
"Come out, little one!"
The newborn raptor paused the demolition of its prison to gaze at the source of the voice. A thought appeared in its mind: parent.
"Rahhh!"
"Good girl, good!"
A rush of emotions --- joy, expectation, new beginning. But the raptor halted them; something wasn't right.
"Come on, now! Don't be shy..."
The raptor gazed at the figure: white covering; bright skin; tan hat; white beard.
The figure pointed at himself: "Me! Mr. Hammond."
Suddenly the raptor's mind was flooded --- images of jungle, desert, mountains, and...
The man began to pry off pieces of the plastic shell. "Out you come, now."
Claws. Scales. Teeth.
"It's all right!" The man chuckled jovially.
This figure... was not one of his own.
"Excuse me, Mr. Hammond?"
The supposed parent turned and moved away from the incubator. "Yes?"
"Here are the readings you requested."
"Ah-ha, thank you, Simmons." He tucked his cane under his arm and adjusted his glasses to scan the contents of a piece of paper. "2 pounds, 3 ounces... fascinating." After a moment he gazed back at the incubator.
The raptor was now out of its fractured vessel, preening itself, sitting atop imported hay and embryonic spillage.
"Well now, you've come out!" He leaned forward, his nose a half-foot from the saurian's snout. "Welcome, to Isla Sorna."
The raptor paused its activity to face the bearded would-be parent. A sense: he was supposed to respect this four-eyed individual. Insinct: this creature... was below her. She gazed around, sniffing. Hunger. She let out a high-pitched cry of authoritative, down-looking expectation, then continued removing the remnants of the egg and its contents from her hide with her jaws.
Hammond paused. For a moment, he felt a sense of displeasure. It was as if this creature had some deluion, some notion... that it was the sovereign ruler of this Earth. He quickly dismissed this.
Darkness. Stillness. Closeness.
"Where am I?"
Moisture. Heat. Solitude.
"Let me out..."
Trapped. Blind. Drowning.
"Let me out!"
Starvation. Thirst. Suffocation.
"LET ME OUT!"
"Huh?" The technician turned in his chair at the sound of a crack. "Well, I'll be damned." He grabbed for his radio. "Hello? Yes, Mr. Hammond. You'd better get up here."
Light. Air. Voices.
"Freedom..."
Thrill. Curiosity. Desire.
"...others..."
Space. Life. Hunger.
"...at last."
"Come out, little one!"
The newborn raptor paused the demolition of its prison to gaze at the source of the voice. A thought appeared in its mind: parent.
"Rahhh!"
"Good girl, good!"
A rush of emotions --- joy, expectation, new beginning. But the raptor halted them; something wasn't right.
"Come on, now! Don't be shy..."
The raptor gazed at the figure: white covering; bright skin; tan hat; white beard.
The figure pointed at himself: "Me! Mr. Hammond."
Suddenly the raptor's mind was flooded --- images of jungle, desert, mountains, and...
The man began to pry off pieces of the plastic shell. "Out you come, now."
Claws. Scales. Teeth.
"It's all right!" The man chuckled jovially.
This figure... was not one of his own.
"Excuse me, Mr. Hammond?"
The supposed parent turned and moved away from the incubator. "Yes?"
"Here are the readings you requested."
"Ah-ha, thank you, Simmons." He tucked his cane under his arm and adjusted his glasses to scan the contents of a piece of paper. "2 pounds, 3 ounces... fascinating." After a moment he gazed back at the incubator.
The raptor was now out of its fractured vessel, preening itself, sitting atop imported hay and embryonic spillage.
"Well now, you've come out!" He leaned forward, his nose a half-foot from the saurian's snout. "Welcome, to Isla Sorna."
The raptor paused its activity to face the bearded would-be parent. A sense: he was supposed to respect this four-eyed individual. Insinct: this creature... was below her. She gazed around, sniffing. Hunger. She let out a high-pitched cry of authoritative, down-looking expectation, then continued removing the remnants of the egg and its contents from her hide with her jaws.
Hammond paused. For a moment, he felt a sense of displeasure. It was as if this creature had some deluion, some notion... that it was the sovereign ruler of this Earth. He quickly dismissed this.