I had midterms at the time I wrote this, but fortunately they're done, so here is the 3rd installment of my new series, Be the Dinosaur! I bet most of you can figure out who's giving the 1st-dinosaur view. It is very dark and disturbing, but I felt it must be included in my series since this scene was omitted entirely from the final film cut.
One more slash, and then I’ll get to the last one.
The Long-Neck was nearly dead, breathing heavily. I could have ended her life quickly with my jaws crushing her throat. But that’s not my style. I do things my way.
I want them to suffer.
My claws cut deeply into the base of her neck, causing a huge spout of blood to flow out of those massive vessels. The great body spasmed, and there was a huge gasp. Then, the corpse stilled.
Darn, I wanted her to endure longer than that. Might as well die sooner though, these strange animals are weak despite their great size.
Well, not weak. More like stupid. They are very stupid.
They deserve to suffer and die for their stupidity. When I found them on this grassland, they were walking around as if they didn’t know where they were going. They just found some trees and starting eating. Their eyes lacked the intelligence of other creatures that I had seen recently on my road to freedom and conquest of this vast land. Even the tiny Two-Leggeds were smarter than these creatures.
They had every reason to run away from me. I was chasing them, and they are very small. But I thought these Long-Necks would have put up a fight, them being so big. Their tails looked like impressive weapons, and their feet shook the ground when they walked. Yet, they were so scared of me they tried to run away. They should have fought me on the spot, so I could have proved to them that I rule this land now. It took too long for them to fight back, and by then, it was too late for them all.
A squeak caught my attention. It was the last of the herd, the mid-aged one. She was up on a hill, overlooking her five carnaged sisters. Her eyes were wide in fear, and she was frozen.
I walked slowly over to her, deliberately stomping my feet to terrify her more. I hissed sadistically at her, it felt so good to be in power. My jaws quivered, making a sickening hooting sound mixed with my teething rattling against each other.
She stared at me, and I stared right back. She had the look of someone who knew they were going to die, and wanted for it to end quickly.
Think again girly, I must leave one to die slower than the rest. She’ll see how it feels like to be hurt, and all alone. Nobody would come around to make her feel better in her final hours.
I head-butted her in the side, and she lost her balance. I pushed her further, and she fell very hard. I heard several cracks from her body, and by now she was thrashing her tree-like legs around. I had to finish my job.
I slowly walked around the fallen Long-Neck to her other side, where her legs couldn’t reach me. I climbed onto her side, about to slash her legs, but her tail hit me in the face. Finally, there was a response from the dumb beast that I hoped to see. Too bad that it happened so late, we could have had a good fight before I brought her down.
The tail went limp when I bit its base. Then as I stood on the downed animal, I dragged my hand claws up her hind leg, inflicting some delicious flesh wounds.
I climbed down from her to take a look at my art work. It was good to see such weak animals killed.
Why should those weak animals have anything? They didn’t deserve to live, or grow big, or have friends. They didn’t deserve love or companionship.
I never had that. Nobody would talk to me in my habitat. They never loved me. They never cared about me. They were disgusted with me, calling me a freak behind their clear barrier where they thought they were safe. Why should they have such good and wonderful things when I got none of it?! I deserve everything, and everyone else deserves NOTHING!!
I put all my lung power into my roar, which rattled the air and scared away the flying creatures who had already started eating the carcasses.
Why did no one ever talk to me? Why does nobody love me? Why am I alone?
Nice job. Guess we could say you're the Alpha writer on the JW forums.
That last little bit, deep man, deep.
Jack of all trades. Master of none
^Whaaa....There is no Alpha writer.
Great chapter Alpha-Dino.
Whatever it takes.
Just a slight play on his name, that's all GG.
Jack of all trades. Master of none
ALPHADINO65 - That was exceedingly interesting - and very well written! I very much enjoyed the way in which you described the internal turmoil of your subject! Thank you so much for taking the time to create this and share it with us! :)
SOMETHING REAL-I was waiting for you to reply and to give your eloquent responses that you love to give out :D
Btw, all responses are awesome, so name me the "alpha writer" if you want, but I'll just keep doing my thing :P
This was something that I've never seen really addressed in this forum, about how Indominus was feeling about her existence. Yes, it was kind of nodded to in Jurassic World, but the emphasis had to be on A HUGE MONSTER RUNNING AROUND DESTROYING EVERYTHING!!
And because she's pretty smart, it gave a more relatable medium to work with. Yes, we humanize our characters a bit, but the Indominus is pretty close to us in how identical her intelligence is to ours.
ALPHADINO65 - You are most welcome! Please continue providing us with these fantastic works! :)
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