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| "Flare"; Jurassic Park ficlet | |
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| geoducky545 | Jun 1 2009, 02:20 PM Post #1 |
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This little lizard isn't so cute anymore.
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"Flare" Darkness. Rain. The car was still... and then the impact tremors. And the earsplitting roar. "Boy, I hate being right all the time," Dr. Ian Malcolm had said with a groan, flippant to the inherit danger. "Keep still," Grant whispered softly, "its eyesight is based on movement..." he trailed off as Tim started fiddling with a flashlight. "Turn the light off, turn the light off--" Hammond's little granddaughter made eye contact with the Tyrannosaur and let out a piecing scream. What happened next felt like it proceeded in slow motion, and Ian Malcolm felt almost ashamed of his previous comment as the massive Tyrannosaur attacked the Land Cruiser; now the children were in danger-- even if Malcolm thought that the park was a foolish idea, he would never want to see someone be killed-- now the Tyrannosaur was getting closer and closer to the children, and there was not one thing that Malcolm could do to help. Wrapping the cuff of his shirt around his hand, he rubbed the windshield to remove the condensation. He wasn't the expert on dinosaurs, he would not know what the dinosaur would do, but he couldn't watch as the Tyrannosaurus Rex ripped the roof off the Land Cruiser, flipped it onto its sides, tore off the tires... every second seemed like it could be the children's last. "Dr. Grant," Malcolm said under his breath, "we've got to do something. That...monster is going to kill them." Grant turned to look at Malcolm, a look of disbelief written on his face. "What do you suggest, Ian?" Before Malcolm had a chance to speak, Dr. Grant quickly rummaged through the compartments in the backseat of the car. You'd think this was James Bond's Aston Martin, he felt like quipping. However, now was not the time to quip. Only once Dr. Grant had lit whatever he had pulled from the back, only then did Malcolm know what to do. Flares. Flares would distract the Tyrannosaur from the children for long enough... Dr. Grant could run in, grab Timmy and Lex, and Malcolm could be the distraction. What would happen afterwards was beyond Malcolm, but it would save the children. Quickly he lit a second flare, jumped out of the vehicle, and shouted some quick obscenities at the Tyrannosaur. What happened next was a blur in Malcolm's memory. "Ian, freeze!" "Get the kids!" Malcolm barked back, his eardrums throbbing from the decibel-crashing roar of the dinosaur. "Get rid of the flare!" "Get the kids!" Malcolm roared again, his own voice seeming small compared to the carnivore's bellows. "Get rid of the flare!" Dr. Grant shouted one last time, but Malcolm did not hear it. No, he only heard the snap-crack of the flare, the squelching sound of the mud, and the loud breathing of the Tyrannosaur as, suddenly, there was a searing pain trough his chest as the Tyrannosaur snapped down on him, and sharp teeth punctured his skin from his shoulder to his navel. He shouted in pain, but it was a forsaken shout, he would be dead here any second as... The death blow never came. Instead, he dimly recalled plummeting to the earth, landing, the sickening crunch of bones breaking as his left leg went startlingly limp. Even in the darkness, he could see the white bones sticking out of the skin. Malcolm never thought he was a weak man, but he wanted to retch. He could feel blood running down his leg from the wounds; he could feel the blood oozing out of the puncture wounds on his stomach, and, even if he was not seriously hurt, Malcolm realized that time was running out for him. I'm going to bleed to death. The pain sent throbbing waves through his body, every ounce of his being felt as if it was in excruciating pain. Malcolm tried to think of anything and everything he could possibly do to stem the blood loss, he needed to last until someone came out looking for them. If they came out looking for him. Or the Tyrannosaurus could be back to finish him, in which case, he did not want to be alive for that. None the less, he had to think of some way to stem the bleeding. Something. Anything. Without jostling his shoulder too much, as the wounds had started to coagulate-- Tourniquet. That would do it. Feeling emboldened by his little speck of medical knowledge, Malcolm quickly undid his belt and wrapped it tightly around his bleeding leg. His shoulder was jostled and the blood wept afresh. Somewhere nearby, the Tyrannosaur roared. Malcolm closed his eyes, prepared for the impact tremors to return, ready to see those massive jaws, ready to be shaken to death like a doll, like those dolls that his daughter liked to play with... Tears streamed down his cheeks. Barely audible, he whispered goodbyes to the few people who would miss him. He was ready. |
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