Jurassic Park: The Rise of the Eater

Morning crept through the jungle in cautious wisps of mist.

Pale beams of sun bled through thick canopy and shattered glass, casting fractured shadows across the ruins of the island's old tourist zone.

Where once visitors gawked from behind reinforced walls, now silence ruled.

The broken fences, the warped security signs, the bloodied metal all hinted at a world no longer under human control.

Narakul stood at the edge of the compound, tall and still as a statue carved from predation itself. His obsidian scales glistened faintly beneath dew.

Behind him, eight velociraptors padded silently, his pack, his brothers. Their eyes mirrored his: slitted, intelligent, waiting.

Indominus moved beside them. She was larger, more monstrous in form, but subdued. Her tail swept low in submission. She belonged to him now, not out of fear, but by the ancient law of strength and control.

Ahead lay the boundary. Not a wall, not a cage, just an invisible line where the jungle ended and the remains of civilization began. It was there the humans came from.

First, the drone. It buzzed overhead like an insect, too small to strike but loud enough to annoy. The raptors tensed, but Narakul gave no command. He only watched.

The Moment the drone saw them it released a capsule a Tracking Beacon, something metallic and blinking. It crashed into the underbrush.

Without shifting his gaze, Narakul lifted a clawed foot and crushed it. The raptors clicked in satisfaction. Indominus rumbled.

But then came the engines.

A convoy of armored trucks pushed through the old trail, wheels cracking twigs and stone, metal doors gleaming under sunlight.

ACU soldiers stepped out in formation. Helmets. Dart rifles. Nervous eyes. Human breath fogged the morning air.

"Stay calm!" barked a lieutenant. "Boys, live capture only. We're not here to kill. This Baby costs a lot of Money"

Expecting to only find Indominous, but they saw him, Narakul, unmoving, impossible.

At first, there was only awe.

Then, confusion. The lieutenant raised his rifle halfway, not aiming, just reacting. His eyes tracked Indominus, then the raptors, then back to Narakul.

But Narakul didn't attack. Not yet.

He stepped forward, placing himself between the humans and his pack. One claw pressed against a moss-covered barrel, leaving a dent.

His body shifted subtly, showing musculature from predator lines evolved over hundreds of battles.

Raptor limbs, monkey intelligence, lizard setae gripping the moss. He was not a creature. He was design.

A soldier whispered, eyes wide with disbelief, "Captain… what in God's name is that? Is it… leading them?"

"Don't shoot," the lieutenant warned.

Then, the mistake.

A younger soldier, hand shaking, tripped over debris. His rifle fired, a single dart streaked across the air and struck a raptor in the flank.

The raptor screamed.

And the jungle answered.

Narakul's body dropped low. His pupils narrowed to slits. Time fractured.

With a vibration-sensing pulse through his feet, he registered the movement of every soldier within ten meters.

A quick, unseen signal: a tail flick, a throat click.

And the pack moved.

They struck like liquid blades, each raptor a missile of speed and muscle. The wounded one pulled back, the others surged forward. Camouflaged Indominus vanished into the trees like smoke, circling wide.

Humans shouted. Darts flew. One struck a tree. Another hit the dirt. But the pack was already among them, claws slashing tires, jaws snapping rifles in half.

Narakul blurred through the chaos.

He leapt over a truck using the tendon-driven leap from his frog DNA, then landed atop a soldier, knocking him unconscious with a clawed slap, nonlethal, calculated. He moved like a god of tactics, ducking flash grenades, diving through smoke.

The helicopter descended. Its rotor wash scattered leaves and screams.

A sniper aimed a tranquilizer at Indominus, who reappeared behind them and threw the trunk of a tree through the chopper's landing struts.

Metal groaned. The chopper lurched and pivoted sideways, crashing against a Tree.

Still, the humans fought, but panic had spread.

Radios crackled with panic: "Mayday! Mayday! Operation compromised, repeat, we've lost control! Fall back! Fall....."

Another soldier fired a flare. Bright light exploded in midair. A raptor went blind for a second, spun in circles. Narakul clicked twice, and the others surrounded their disoriented kin, shielding it from further harm.

From the trees, Indominus let loose a roar.

This was not rebellion. It was war.

He leapt to the center of the clearing and raised both arms wide tail curved behind like a signature stroke.

His body, riddled with adaptive abilities, shimmered faintly from polarizing scales. His vocal sacs swelled from his amphibian past, projecting sound in layered frequency.

The pack paused. Even the wounded raptor limped beside him, eyes burning with feral pride.

And the humans, those still alive, stared at Narakul not like a myth anymore.

The lieutenant, blood dripping across his cracked visor, raised his weapon, hesitating, trembling.

"What… what are you…?" a solider whispered.

Narakul met his eyes. Inside those vertical pupils flickered.

Narakul gave a single click.

The jungle answered.

From the foliage, Raptors launched with terrifying precision, leaping over wreckage, striking like coordinated lightning.

One soldier barely turned before a curved claw sliced his throat. Another screamed before Indominus snatched him like paper and flung him into a tree, cracking bone on impact.

The lieutenant fired wildly. Tranquilizer darts hissed uselessly into the vines.

A final, desperate lieutenant sputtered through his throat, "Nooooooooo aaah Fall B-!"

Narakul descended.

He struck the lieutenant full in the chest, claws piercing the Kevlar. No roar, no thrill, just a cold, clinical dissection. He dragged the body aside and turned to the others.

There were no others.

The clearing was red ruin.

One wounded soldier crawled toward his rifle, gasping for breath, eyes wide with pleading.

Narakul approached, slow, deliberate. He looked down.

He ended it cleanly.

Silence settled like a shroud.

At, the broken helicopter, its tail ripped off, its crew scattered, sputtered and smoked. The emergency rotor failed to engage. A second later, it had dropped like a stone behind the trees.

A dull explosion rippled the sky.

Narakul stood in the middle of it all, mist and smoke curling around his limbs like armor.

He walked to the wounded raptor. This time, he didn't clean the dart wound with care. He pressed his claw gently to its flank, sharing warmth, and not sympathy.

Indominus came besides him, chin bloodied, but still satisfied.

Meanwhile Before the Attack, at the command center

Inside the dimly lit command center, flickering monitors lined the walls, casting eerie shadows over tense faces.

The tactical team huddled around a bank of screens, eyes glued to the live feeds streaming in from the soldiers' bodycams scattered through the jungle.

Static crackled over the comms as muffled footsteps and whispered orders filled the room.

"Target is moving through Sector Twelve, heading north," the operations officer said, tapping a command pad. A shaky image appeared on a monitor, the blurred outline of a large, scaly figure slipping between trees.

Thermal vision flickered on another screen, revealing a cluster of smaller heat signatures circling the main target.

The team leader frowned, voice sharp. "Is that the Indominus? No, too many signatures. Raptors? Wait… what the hell is that?"

"Multiple hostiles, moving fast. Bodycams losing signal intermittently," a tech specialist reported, fingers flying over a keyboard. "They're coordinating. This isn't random."

A tense silence fell.

"We need containment. Now," the commander barked, voice echoing off the walls.

But outside, in the jungle's shadowed embrace, the hunters were becoming the hunted.

Suddenly, the flickering images on the monitors stuttered, static blooming like ink in water. One feed froze on a soldier's terrified eyes before cutting out entirely.

"Dammit, we're losing them!" the tech specialist shouted, pounding the console.

From the speakers came a frantic burst of static, then a garbled scream.

Another feed showed the last moments of a soldier's dash through thick foliage, footsteps pounding, heavy breathing, before a sudden roar echoed, drowning out everything.

Then darkness.

One by one, the bodycam feeds blinked off. The monitors went black in rapid succession, the command center plunging into uneasy silence.

A low, guttural growl vibrated faintly through the speakers, too close, too deep.

The commander slammed a fist on the console. "Status report! What's happening out there?"

The radio crackled, then burst into chaotic bursts of static and panicked shouts.

"Contact! Hostiles engaging! We're pinned down, repeat, pinned down! Evacuate now!"

The screens flickered back for a split second, brief glimpses of raptors slashing through undergrowth, Indominus's shimmering white form lunging with brutal precision, Narakul's glowing eyes piercing the darkness as he led the assault.

Then silence. All units were lost

Every feed cut out, one by one. The screens went dark, the radios fell mute.

A heavy, suffocating stillness swallowed the command center.

The command center staff exchanged horrified glances.