Heaven coming down to the corners of the Earth

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𝕄𝔸𝕀𝕊𝕀𝔼 ran into her room, breathless and wide-eyed, slamming the door shut behind her. She dove under the covers of her bed, clutching the sheets to her chest as her heart pounded. Outside, the wind howled through the night, rattling the windows, and thunder grumbled low in the distance.

Then—movement.

A shadow crept across the wall, jagged and unmistakable. Her eyes widened in horror.

The silhouette of the Indoraptor loomed.

With a metallic click, the balcony door handle began to turn. The creature had found a way in. The door swung open with a groan, letting in a rush of cool air and pelting rain. The curtains billowed violently in the gust, lending the room an eerie, almost supernatural feel.

The tapping of claws on the hardwood floor echoed as the Indoraptor stepped inside, his gleaming eyes scanning the darkened room. Maisie whimpered beneath the covers, her whole body trembling as she watched him approach.

The Indoraptor let out a low growl, barely above a whisper, as he stalked closer, drool dangling from his open jaws. He sniffed at the air, zeroing in on her scent. Their eyes met—hers wide and full of terror, his glowing with feral curiosity.

Slowly, he extended a claw toward her.

Maisie's scream was muffled beneath the blankets—

"Hey!"

The Indoraptor's head jerked toward the doorway just in time for a shoe to smack him squarely in the temple.

He blinked. Slowly.

Then turned his head, confused, to Rosita, who stood barefoot and furious with Owen beside her.

"Maisie, stay down!" Owen shouted, raising his gun and firing twice.

The Indoraptor let out a guttural snarl and dropped to his knees, morphing grotesquely into his humanoid form. He groaned as he rose to full height, towering over them. His lips curled into a wicked grin.

"You're becoming a real pain in my ass, Mother," he growled, fixing his glowing gaze on Rosita.

Rosita, her eyes blazing with fury, stepped forward.

"You're not my child, you discount Halloween decoration of a science project!" she snapped.

Owen pulled the trigger again—click. Empty.

The Indoraptor's grin widened smugly. He began to step forward, slow and menacing. The wall pressed against Owen and Rosita's backs, and there was nowhere left to go.

Then—

A voice cut through the tension.

"Don't touch her!"

Everyone turned toward the doorway.

Blue.

The raptor stood tall, eyes locked on the Indoraptor. Without hesitation, he lunged through the air—and mid-pounce, he shifted seamlessly into his own raptor form. Claws and teeth flashed as he collided with the Indoraptor, slamming him backward in a storm of snapping jaws and slashing limbs.

The two dinosaurs tore into each other, knocking over furniture and sending debris flying. The top of the bedframe crashed to the floor with a deafening bang, drawing a scream from Maisie.

Rosita, grabbing her shoe with a huff, and Owen clambered onto the bed, throwing themselves over Maisie to shield her.

"Shh, you're okay. We've got you," Owen murmured, trying to calm her.

The Indoraptor roared and grabbed Blue by the throat, hurling him across the room. He turned, claws raised and lunged for the three on the bed.

Before he could reach them, Blue slammed into him again, biting into his neck and dragging him away with a furious snarl, claws tearing into the Indoraptor's side.

As the two dinosaurs fought viciously, the Indoraptor delivered a powerful kick to Blue, who became entangled in the fairy lights strung along the room. Blue yelped as he was launched across the space, crashing into the bed with a loud thud. Owen, Rosita, and Maisie barely jumped away in time before the raptor's weight shattered the frame into splinters.

"Go, go!" Rosita shouted, ushering the others toward the balcony doors. They burst through just as the Indoraptor lunged at them, his claws narrowly missing. But before he could strike again, Blue launched himself back, teeth bared and sank them deep into the Indoraptor's neck. The beast roared and turned his attention back to his attacker, giving the trio a moment to flee.

"Follow me! I know a way to the other side!" Maisie cried, already climbing over the balcony ledge. She began shimmying along the narrow edge of the mansion's wall, rain soaking her hair as the storm raged above. Owen and Rosita followed, pressing their bodies against the slick stone as they carefully inched their way across.

The thunder roared like a beast of its own, the wind tugging at their clothes. Just as they neared a corner, a nearby window exploded outward—Blue's body came crashing through it, striking the trio, and sending them all tumbling. They slid down the slanted roof, rain making the tiles even more treacherous. Rosita managed to catch Maisie just before she could slip off the edge. Owen landed beside them with a grunt.

"Move!" Rosita yelled, grabbing Maisie's hand. They ran across the lower rooftop, the Indoraptor hot on their heels. The beast leapt from the shattered window, landing behind them with a bone-jarring thud.

"There!" Owen pointed toward the glass-arched structure ahead, resembling a greenhouse roof. They scrambled toward it, climbing a short maintenance ladder. Maisie went first, then Rosita, and finally Owen, all of them trying to stay on the metal beams and avoid the fragile glass panes.

The Indoraptor snarled and launched onto the ladder, claws scraping and clanging as he pursued. The trio edged along the narrow metal supports, pressed tight to the structure as the rain continued to pour in sheets. But soon, they realized with sinking hearts—it was a dead end.

Rosita peered down. It was a sheer drop to the ground, far too high to survive. She turned, placing herself protectively in front of Maisie and Owen just as the Indoraptor approached.

He pressed one clawed hand onto a glass panel, which spiderwebbed beneath the pressure. The creature paused, glancing down at the crack, then looked back at them with a low, guttural roar.

Suddenly, Maisie slipped with a cry. Rosita reacted instantly, grabbing her wrist. The momentum nearly dragged Rosita down too, but Owen caught her from behind, anchoring them as she struggled to keep her grip on the girl.

"Hold on!" Owen yelled through the rain.

A metallic banging echoed across the rooftop. The Indoraptor's head jerked toward the noise—Claire stood on the opposite edge of the roof, smacking a pipe with the tranquilizer gun.

"Hey!" she shouted.

The Indoraptor snarled, eyes locking onto her. As he began to move toward Claire, Owen hauled Rosita and Maisie back onto the beam.

Claire raised the weapon slowly, locking eyes with Owen. He gave her the smallest nod.

Taking a breath, Claire flicked on the red laser pointer, shining it directly onto Owen's chest. The Indoraptor paused, fixating on the target. His eyes gleamed with violent instinct.

Claire pressed the button.

With a deafening screech, the Indoraptor lunged straight at Owen. Owen rolled and slid beneath the charging beast just as it slammed down onto the glass.

The glass beneath the Indoraptor gave way. His claws scrambled for purchase, catching the edge of the beam as he dangled precariously. Owen slammed into the wall with a grunt, winded but alive.

Rosita clutched Maisie tightly, shielding her as the beast's claws slipped inch by inch.

They all held their breath, the storm raging above them as the Indoraptor hung between vengeance and a fatal plunge.

The Indoraptor pulled himself up, claws scraping against the metal, his shadow cast long and monstrous in the lightning-streaked sky. Everyone froze, wide-eyed—Rosita clutching Maisie tightly, Claire still holding the trigger gun, and Owen bracing himself for another charge. With a low, guttural growl, the Indoraptor locked eyes with Owen, hatred and bloodlust radiating from his every movement. Just as he began to crouch for another lunge, a flash of lightning split the sky again—and in that moment of illumination, a familiar silhouette appeared on the rooftop behind him.

"Blue," Rosita whispered in disbelief, her heart leaping.

The raptor stood tall, lit like a ghost against the storm, and let out a fierce, defiant roar that sliced through the rain and wind. The Indoraptor's head snapped around just in time for Blue to pounce. The two dinosaurs collided with explosive force, crashing through the glass beneath them.

"Blue!" Rosita shouted, voice cracking as they disappeared from view.

The shattering glass echoed like gunfire as the two creatures plummeted. When the storm light flickered again, it revealed the final scene below: the Indoraptor impaled on the massive horns of a Triceratops skull that lay mounted as a display. Blue stood atop the fallen creature's body, his sides heaving with exhaustion, rain soaking into his scales.

With one last victorious snarl, Blue raised his head and roared into the night before leaping down and darting off into the shadows.

Rosita, Maisie, Owen, and Claire stood frozen, barely believing it was over. The rain poured around them like a curtain drawing shut on the horror. Moments later, Zia and Franklin burst through a side door below, skidding to a halt as they spotted the gruesome sight.

"What the hell?" Zia muttered, staring at the dead Indoraptor.

Above, Owen leaned over the edge, calling out, "Hey!"

The two looked up.

"Hey!" Franklin waved, his usual nervous grin returning. "You good?"

Rosita gave a tired shrug, still holding Maisie close. "Yeah. You?"

Franklin didn't hesitate. "Nope."

Zia stepped forward, brushing her damp hair back. "Hey, we've got a problem downstairs. I need you to come see this."

Owen and Rosita exchanged a look—just as the storm began to lighten—and then they started making their way down.

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They entered the control room in silence, the door groaning open to reveal blinking monitors, a thin haze of smoke curling toward the ceiling. A low fire crackled in the corner of the room, and hissing gas crept along the floor—warning of something irreversible coming fast. The air was thick, not just with fumes, but with dread.

Rosita stepped toward the wide glass window that overlooked the holding area below. Her breath caught in her throat.

Dozens of dinosaurs—majestic, terrified—paced in agitation, their cries echoing in the chamber like a haunting lullaby of a dying world. One of the smaller ones butted its head against the bars, desperate, afraid. The smoke began to seep in around them. And Rosita's heart shattered.

Her eyes burned—not from the gas, but from memory.

She remembered the first time she'd ever seen a dinosaur. It was years ago. Back at the original park, before everything fell apart. She'd stood, barely breathing, as a towering Brachiosaurus emerged from behind the trees, bathed in golden sunlight. Its gentle eyes and towering height had filled her with awe, not fear.

That miracle was now dying in front of her.

"We did everything we could," Zia said quietly behind her, trying to steady her voice. But even she sounded unconvinced.

Claire hovered over a smaller console, hands trembling as she brought up the gate controls. "I can open the gates from here," she said, almost to herself.

"Claire..." Owen stepped closer, his tone laced with quiet warning. "Be careful. We're not on the island anymore." Rosita glanced at him, her expression unreadable, grief etched deep in her features.

One by one, the dinosaurs moved toward the main gate, toward the only path to safety, their instincts sensing the danger. But the room was filling too fast. There wasn't much time.

Claire's hand hovered over the red button that would release them into the world. She stared at it, her breathing ragged.

Then Owen's voice, gentle but firm: "Claire. If you press that button... there's no going back."

Claire's fingers curled into a fist. Tears spilled down her cheeks. She let her hand fall away and turned, collapsing into Owen's arms. He held her close, and she wept.

And that's when Rosita moved.

Silently, tears on her own cheeks, she stepped past them. Past the broken consoles. Past the flashing red lights. Her hand didn't tremble as it hovered over the button—because her heart had already made the decision.

She pressed it.

A metallic hiss sounded as the gates outside began to creak open. Fresh night air poured into the enclosure below. One by one, the dinosaurs surged forward—toward freedom, toward life.

Everyone turned to her in shock.

"There's no turning back, I know," Rosita said softly, not looking at them—her eyes still on the creatures fleeing into the darkness. "But they're alive... like Maisie. They deserve a chance." Maisie ran to her, arms thrown around Rosita's waist. Rosita knelt, wrapping her tightly in an embrace, burying her face in the girl's shoulder as the tears fell freely now.

The cries of the dinosaurs faded into the distance as they disappeared into the night, and with them, a new world began.

The cool night air kissed Rosita's face as she stepped outside with the others, the chaos of the night still echoing in the distant calls of freed dinosaurs. Smoke and moonlight mingled in the sky, casting eerie shadows over the broken grounds of the estate. The earth bore scars—trees torn, vehicles crushed, fences shattered—but there was a strange peace now. A fragile silence.

Rosita breathed in deeply, letting the fresh air soothe her nerves as they walked down the cracked stone steps. But a low growl rumbled in the dark, stopping them in their tracks.

Everyone turned to see Blue limping out of the shadows, his breathing laboured, his body scratched and bloodied from the battle. His piercing eyes met Owen's.

"Hey, boy," Owen said softly, stepping forward with careful calm.

Claire touched his arm. "Owen..." she whispered, concern lacing her voice.

Owen turned his head slightly and gently motioned for her to stay quiet, before stepping slowly toward Blue again.

"It's okay," he said. "He won't hurt us."

Blue let out a soft, guttural purr, his muscles tense but his eyes showing recognition. Owen extended his hand, inch by inch, careful not to spook him.

Blue's breath came in short, tired bursts, and just as his body tensed with a low growl, Owen whispered again, "Hey... it's alright."

He placed his hand gently on Blue's snout, feeling the warmth of the creature beneath his fingertips—the bond between them never broken, just weathered by time and war.

Blue's gaze shifted, now landing on Rosita. She stepped forward hesitantly, eyes wide, heart aching.

Owen glanced back at her and spoke quietly, "Blue wants you to go with him."

She blinked, startled, as Blue's form shimmered—his body reshaping, limbs stretching, spine straightening until he stood before her in his human form. Scratches marred his skin, blood streaked his arms, but his expression was gentle. Hopeful.

He reached out his hand.

"Come with me, Rose," he said, voice low, reverent—like it was a vow.

Rosita looked at Owen, searching for his approval.

He smiled, warm and encouraging, and pulled her into a hug. "Go with him."

A soft smile formed on her lips as she nodded, turning to Blue once more. She reached out, placing her hand in his.

Blue's expression softened, his fingers curling around hers. He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles before they turned, walking off into the night together.

Behind them, the others watched in silence, small smiles tugging at their lips—tired, but full of quiet hope.

"How many times do you have to see the evidence? How many times must the point be made? We're causing our own extinction. Too many red lines have been crossed. And our home had in fundamental ways, been polluted by avarice and political megalomania. Genetic power has been unleashed and of course, that's gonna be catastrophic. This change was inevitable from the moment we brought the first dinosaur back from extinction. We convince ourselves that sudden change is something that happens outside the normal order of things, like a car crash, or that's beyond our control, like a fatal illness. We don't conceive of sudden, radical, irrational change as woven into the very fabric of existence. Yet, I can assure you, it most assuredly is. And it's happening now. Humans and dinosaurs are now gonna be forced to coexist. These creatures were here before us. And if we're not careful, they're gonna be here after." 

Rosita stood still, her arms wrapped loosely around herself as the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon. The sky was painted in soft hues of orange and lavender, the dark veil of night retreating into the past. A gentle breeze whispered through her hair as she watched three Pteranodons glide gracefully across the sky, their wings catching the morning light as they soared in silence.

A low purring sound drew her attention.

Blue, in his raptor form, stood beside her on the rocky hilltop. His yellow eyes were softer now, almost peaceful. He rubbed his head gently against her side, the familiar warmth of him comforting against the chill of morning.

Rosita smiled faintly, placing her hand on the curve of his neck. He let out a soft raptor trill—a sound she was beginning to recognize as his way of saying I'm here.

Together, they turned their gaze downward to the quiet town that lay beneath them. Smoke still curled from distant ruins, but life stirred again. The world was different now—uncertain, yes—but alive.

And so were they.

Blue let out another cry, louder this time, echoing through the hills like a declaration.

Rosita breathed in deeply, her heart full of emotion as the light of a new day washed over them both.

They had survived.

And now, they would begin again.

"We're gonna have to adjust to new threats that we can't imagine. We've entered a new era. Welcome to Jurassic World." 

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By: SilverMist707

I hope you enjoyed this and have an amazing day <3