I do not understand as to why my husband thinks it would be best but since everyone else we know has been writing their own tales he decided that we should as well.

"Extra cash wouldn't hurt." He told me.

Honestly, with where we live and what we do for a living he shouldn't be worried but I guess with our son forming in my womb he is concerned about his future and wants him to go into a good college and become a lawyer or something.

I say as long as his job didn't involve with making creatures that should stay dead, I would be okay with whoever my son becomes to be.

I am getting off the subject though, I am here to tell my side of the story of extinct creatures in an amusement park, and how in a rainy storm, hell seemed like only a nightmare.

Chapter 1: Should We Really?

The paleontologist Alan Grant, paleobotanist Ellie Sattler walked from the birth place of the dinosaurs of the island with Mr. Hammond, Ian Malcolm, and Donald Gennaro following after them.

Mr. Hammond tried to get Alan away from the Raptors but unfortunately since hearing that they bred Raptors Alan was determined to meet his most favourite dinosaur.

They all watch in horror and disgust as the bull was torn to shreds… alive.

"They should all be destroyed." a voice from behind.

Ellie and Alan jump in surprise before turning behind them to see a two figures coming towards them, one was wearing hunting cloths while the other was wearing camouflage clothing and a base ball hat.

Mr. Hammond laughed. "Robert. Robert Muldoon, my game warden from Kenya and his son Isaiah. A bit of an alarmist, I'm afraid, but know more about raptors than anyone, besides his son of course."

Alan could see the difference between the two, for Isaiah had copper skin, cropped black hair, eyes a dark brown; he even had some earrings on his right ear and dog tags. Isaiah must have been adopted, for he looks nothing like the man beside him.

Alan went over to the two and shook their hands in greeting.

"What kind of metabolism do they have? What's their growth rate?" He asks them.

"They're lethal at eight months, and I do mean lethal." Mr. Muldoon replies. "I've hunted most things that can hunt you, but these things move-"

"Fast for a biped?" Alan questions.

"Cheetah speed." Isaiah answers for his dad. "Fifty, sixty miles per hour; if they ever got out in the open –which is not going to happen anytime soon thank god-. And they're great jumpers."

The last part Isaiah directed it at Mr Hammond with a raised eyebrow hoping the message would get across, Mr. Muldoon grinned at this as Mr. Hammond rolled his eyes and looks away.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes. That's why we're taking extreme precautions." Hammond amended; he turned around, showing Donald and Ellie the view area.

Alan went back to the Muldoons. "Do they show intelligence? With their brain cavities, we assumed that-"

"They're extremely intelligent." Mr. Muldoon cut him off. "Even problem-solving intelligence; especially the big one."

Isaiah looks down to the trees below him where he knew where she was; behind them, listening like the creepy buzzard she was.

Mr. Muldoon explains. "We bred eight originally, but she took over the pride and killed all but two of the others."

A roar came from the deep, everyone turned to look down.

Mr. Muldoon looks back to Alan. "That one; when she looks at you, you can see she's working things out. That's why we have to feed 'em like this."

He nodded to the wire that was still in the pit. "She had them all attacking the fences when the feeders came." Mr. Muldoon said.

"The fences are electrified though, right?" Ellie asks sounding worried.

Isaiah gives her a nod. "Yeah, but they never attack the same place twice. They were testing the fences for weaknesses systematically, freaky enough, they remember."

At that moment, the electrical equipment started thudding.

Everyone looked over and was shocked to see the contraption that had held the steer, was in in ribbons and you could see some blood stains on it. Everyone quickly look away, but Isaiah; he has been used to this since the beginning of the breeding of the raptors. Age twelve if anyone wanted to know.

Hammond looked at them smiling. "Yes. Well. Who's hungry?"

Isaiah would have laughed but decided not to and says. "I will go with them, unless you need me dad?"

"No, no. you go with them, they might need your assistance on some things, and I can clear everything here." Mr. Muldoon assures his son as he watched his son walk down along side Alan who continued to ask about the raptor.

In the dining room, their lunch was served, Isaiah took the liberty of sitting beside Mr. Hammond who seems to like having him about.

"Now I want to introduce you all, to the one and only Isaiah Muldoon, who is the trainer the raptors, triceratops, and the T-Rex." Hammond spoke as he patted Isaiah on the back.

Isaiah looked down at the food and paid more attention to it.

"Trainer? You mean like sit, stay, good girl?" Ian asked laughing a bit.

Isaiah looks up, grinning that clearly showed that he was not amused. "I teach them how to fight and hunt we don't put the animals there right after hatching. We raise them till about a month or two before taking them out. I make sure to treat them as they are and teach them what to eat, and what not, but as I keep telling you Mr. Hammond, I, or anyone else, can't train the T-Rex and the raptors not to go on their instincts."

Alan was impressed with the seriousness this boy had about the predators of the dinosaur world if only some of his workers were more like this.

Mr. Hammond ignores the teenager –as usual- and begins speaking to the others, this causes Isaiah to sigh, the old men was like a teenager himself; not listening to the wise people on their advise.

"None of these attractions are ready yet, but the park will open with the basic tour you're about to take. Other rides will come on-line six or twelve months after that." He continued, "Absolutely spectacular designs. Spared no expense."

Donald the greedy lawyer decided to add his piece. "And we can charge anything we want: 2,000 a day, 10,000 a day. And people will pay it, then there's the merchandise. I can personally advise-"

"Donald. Donald. This park was not built to cater only for the super rich." Hammond pointed out before looking at Ellie, "Everyone in the world has the right to enjoy these animals."

"Sure. They will." The lawyer sarcastically agrees smiling, "What, we'll have, uh, a coupon day or something."

The lawyer and Mr. Hammond laughs though Hammonds was more fake rather than real.

"Gee, the lack of humility before nature that's being displayed here, um… staggers me." Mr. Malcolm said.

"Well, thank you, Dr. Malcolm, but I think things are a little bit different then you and I feared." Donald tells him.

"Yeah, They're a lot worse." Ian replies getting a look from Hammond but a smile from Ian.

"Now wait a second. We haven't even seen the park yet, and you-"

"No, Donald, Donald. Donald, let him speak, I want to hear every view point, I really do." Hammond told Donald, looking over to Ian.

"Yeah, don't you see the danger, uh, John, inherent in what you're doing here?" Ian asked, "Genetic power's the most awesome force the planet's ever seen, but you wield it like a kid that's found his dad's gun."

Isaiah remembered that day, boy was his mom and dad pissed yet impressed to see their eight year old son shooting a squirrel from up in a tree. He smiled at that memory; he was ground for two weeks.

"It's hardly appropriate to start hurling generalizations-"

"If I may." Ian stammered, trying to speak above the lawyer. "Um, I'll tell you the problem with scientific power that you're using here. Uh, it didn't require any disciplines to attain it." he said, "You know, you read what others had done and you took it to the next step. You didn't earn the knowledge for yourselves, so you don't take any responsibility… for it."

Hammond was shaking his head, making hand signals to shut Ian up, now he was now acting adutish.

Ian continued. "You stood on the shoulders of geniuses to accomplish something as fast as you could, and before you even knew what you had, you patented it, package it and slapped on a plastic lunch box. And now you're selling it. You wanna sell it. Well-"

He banged the table on the word sell and selling, to amplify the problem.

"I, I don't think you're giving us our due credit. Our scientists have done things in which nobody's ever done before." Hammond said.

"Yeah, but your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn't stop o think if they should. Isaiah over there however, did think of it, and has probably told you something about it, but you ignore it." Ian retorted.

Isaiah was shocked Mr. Malcolm knew that, and what was weird was that he understood what he was saying; Mr. Hammond didn't take the responsibility of it, and wasn't thinking of the consequences like breeding the predators.

"Condors." Hammond said, going at random. "Condors are on the verge of extinction. If I was to create a flock of condors on this island, you wouldn't have anything to say." Mr. Hammond pointed out.

Ian shook his head. "Hold on. This isn't some species that was obliterated by deforestation, or the building of a dam." he said, "Dinosaurs, uh, uh, had their shot, and nature selected them for extinction."

Isaiah blinked at the adults, if only the subjects of dinosaurs still existed in high school! He would have been getting A+ on those.

Isaiah ignored the rest of the conversation as he finished eating the wonderful Bass. He didn't get this good of food like this every day, he finishes his last bite as he heard Mr Hammond laughing.

"I don't believe it. I don't believe it. You're meant to defend me against these characters, and the only one I've got on my side is the bloodsucking lawyer." He chuckles pointing at Donald.

"Thank you." Donald says giving Hammond a look.

The waiter from before whispered into Mr. Hammond's ear whatever the message was it made Hammond smile before looking to his guests.

"Well, they're here." he said standing.

Not really understanding, Isaiah stood up as well, finishing his glass of iced tea before following.

"You four are gonna have a spot of company out in the park. Spend a little time with one of our target audience." Mr. Hammond explains.

"What's the other?" Donald asked.

"Teenagers of course, they wouldn't want to see dinosaur dead, why would they want to see live ones?" Hammond answered.

Ian snorted. "That's simple, bring the girls to see the babies and the herbivores, and the guys will be coming in hundreds."

Isaiah looked over his shoulders glaring at Ian, Ian lifts his hands smiling.

"Don't deny it kid, you know it's the gods' honest truth." Ian said.

"Oh I know, I'm just mad you said it in front of the bloodsucking lawyer." he jokes.

Donald glares at him, as the other adults laugh.

"Sorry kid, didn't mean to give away our most kept secret." Ian says with a smirk.

Isaiah shrugs. "Be thankful it was me and not more guys who would be pissed at you."