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Lockwood Manor had once been considered the bastion of science, the next step in Man's ever-growing conquest over nature. Even the past was not safe from humanity's meddling, for ever since the Isla Nublar incident, there was a growing concern amongst the more aware people that science's boundaries were far outreaching its ethics, which were further impeded by the more wealthy and corrupt of individuals.

Of course, the public never knew about this until the decimation of Jurassic World. Normally a theme park disaster would only damage sales for a month, but once one dinosaur escaped, then two, then five, it grew impossible to contain them once more. But nevertheless, one man still tried to correct the mistakes of predecessors, only for his arrogance to repeat the same history at Lockwood Manor.

The once-splendid house of the family estate, a lesser-known-contributor to the great race for DNA, was now in shambles from the rampage of its former prisoners. In the dead of night, the dinosaurs had long since scurried off into the woods to explore their new surroundings of strange ferns, stranger animals and metal beasts to fight for new territory. But it would not remain empty for long, as four lights glinted through the forest and traced its gothic front with pale beams.

"Zeta-One, this is Upsilon," said the leader, "we're in the perimeter."

[i]"Acknowledged,"[/i] said his comms, [i]"recover the Subject and nothing else."[/i]

"Alright people, move in, take the front door, Gamma team has the rear."

Four mercenaries spread out across the grounds with their rifles armed and ready, all in black gear with shielded goggles and balaclavas as they searched the crumpled cars of those who didn't survive. One such corpse was flattened underneath an executive off-road jeep, to which the squad rolled up the vehicle together and brought out a body bag with a transmitter to zip him up into.

"We found Golden Boy," said the leader, "deceased, secured with a beacon for transport."

[i]"Acknowledged,"[/i] the comms crackled, [i]"receiving the signal, will collect along with the Subject."[/i]

"Copy, entering now."

The men marched in with rifles trained on the luxurious walls, where solid oak and mahogany blended into beautiful rich colours that were soon spoiled by garish paintings. Some were struggling to fit the style of post-impressionists, landscapes of ancient realms where dinosaurs played amongst topically-incorrect flora. Others were more metaphysical, showing the former owner grasping at atoms, along with portraits of previous family.

"Walter, on me to the west," said the leader, "Gareth, Franks, you go east."

"Copy, sir."

They split off briefly into separate rooms, one group heading into the kitchen where claw marks had ravaged the steel islands amongst scattered pots and pans.

"Shame about the park," Franks scanned the room, "I wanted to take my kids there."

"Really?" Gareth opened the freezer. "I wouldn't take anyone there, it's a fucking zoo where everything wants to kill you."

"Isn't that a normal zoo?"

"No, cuz penguins are chill. I like penguins."

"I'm just saying it's a real cool idea," Franks bent down under the tables, "yanno like Disneyland."

"Yeah but," Gareth walked past, "if the Pirates of the Caribbean break down, the pirates don't eat the tourists."

"Dude, seriously? You still read Malcolm's shit?"

"Yeah, he's funny, he makes numbers stuff interesting!"

"Alright, whatever," Franks checked the corner, "your paycheck ain't my business."

"Yep," Gareth marched up, "like it wasn't in Tijuana, and it'll remain not my business long as you don't sass me."

"Whatever," he tapped the comms, "commander, kitchen is clear."

[i]"Copy,"[/i] said the leader, [i]"keep patrolling east then pincer in to the trophy room."[/i]

"Understood."

On the other side of the house, Walter and his commander were checking the sitting rooms where guests would be received. Armoires and chairs had been knocked over in the scuffle, claw marks raked through the antique splendour and deep gouges had torn the carpets. Bodies could soon be found of the high-rollers, socialites and Men of Interest whose remains were bagged and tagged. Every room was pitch-black, their flashlights punched through the darkness as every open door invited terror with a chilling wind.

"What did this guy want with an Indoraptor?" asked Walter.

"Is that an actual question?" said the commander.

"If I'm allowed to ask."

"I don't have answers, and you'll never get them, Walter, we're not here to break down their hobbies."

"The military people I get," the subordinate checked a doorway, "but the newspaper mogul, why's he here?"

"Again, that's not why we're here," the leader joined him, "we recover the Subject's body, bring it back to base, and Lockwood's shareholders can decide."

"You think at some point these people will give up, sir? Just let them live in the wild, upsetting the whole ecosystem and wash their hands of the whole thing?"

"Are you trying to discuss ethics with your commanding officer?" the chief marched down the corridor. "That's a dangerous thing to have in this job."

"Can't help it, sir," Walter followed after, "I took environmental studies, unless you put them all on an island, they'll just spread all over the world."

"And keep us in business."

Passing through other rooms, they made their way to the centre of the estate, where the trophy room sat in a long wide hall full of priceless fossils, a library of bones in immaculate cabinets. Surprisingly it was not as damaged, with most of the artifacts still in their cases minus the odd crack from the tail of a passing beast. But the prized star in the centre was the skeleton of a four-legged herbivore, with a frilled twin-point skull and a singular curved horn. Something however was missing, the monstrous head coated in scarlet beneath a vast broken skylight.

"Awww shit." The leader radio'd in. "Zeta-One, this is Upsilon. Arrived at location, Subject is currently missing."

[i]"Acknowledged,"[/i] a weary sigh came from command, [i]"treat Subject as mobile and hostile, terminate and retrieve its body intact."[/i]

"Copy."

"God damn." Walter looked up to the moonless night. "It fell from here?"

"Scouts said it was fighting a raptor," Gareth walked up with Franks, "fought on the roof, then they fell down and got impaled on the triceratops."

"Agujaceratops," Walter pointed, "got the tighter frills and a way bigger horn."

"Well aguja-give a shit? The Indo's not here, so we gotta do it the hard way?"

"Correct," said the commander, "no sign of any blood trails exiting the room, that's concerning, Walter! You're the scout, take a look around."

"Yes sir."

They searched the hall for any clues whilst the subordinate examined the skull. Admiring the fractured bone so intimately preserved, he rambled to himself with a small giddiness in his chest, as he took out a small wand to brush up the blood stains.

"Still amazing, this is like eighty million years old and it took the whole weight of at least two-thousand kilos, didn't even crack!"

"Yes, we're all very proud of Agadoo."

"Aguja."

"Matata."

"Enough." The commander turned with a severe finger. "Walter, find anything?"

"Well it's definitely the Indo's blood," Walter showed the device turning green, "no idea where it's gone."

"How the fuck did it pull itself off?" Franks looked to the beastly horn. "Why's there no bloodstains either?"

"I thought that strange too," said the commander, "it's not an aerial type, it had to have walked off somewhere."

"Let me look."

The scout bent down to examine the polished floor, which was covered in glass shards from the roof as their steps crinkled around the hall. His eyes widened beneath his goggles when he rubbed his detecting rod on a damp patch.

"Uhhh, commander? This is saliva."

"What?" the chief walked over.

"This...the Indo, it...cleaned up its own blood."

"...I fucking hate these things," he rubbed his face, "alright, so, we have a highly-intelligent specimen who also knows to cover its own tracks."

"Reports from the auction said," Franks tapped his head, "it faked unconsciousness after being fired with tranqs, and knows how to distract its prey."

"Can it read books as well?" Gareth rolled his head as everyone turned to him quietly. "...that was a joke, please tell me it can't read."

"This is serious," the commander raised his finger, "until you have confirmation, do not treat this as an animal. It is a killer, it knows how humans operate, but no explosives. We need the body intact, the more DNA they have to work from, the better our pay."

"[i]Yes, sir.[/i]" The three mercs saluted.

With Walter taking point, he checked the glass shards for any odd fragmentations or inhuman steps. His best estimate was northwards to the grand staircase that led to the upper floor, as they kept their guns trained to every door where they searched the bodies of both dinosaurs and humans. Vicious scars had ripped the corpses in half, some of which had been eaten whilst others had their organs pulled out in bizarre patterns, methodical eviscerations that disturbed the mercenaries further. Soon they found a bloody trail that went up the stairs, but before they did, Walter stepped down and checked it to his sample.

"Negative," he muttered as the staff glowed red, "not its blood."

"God that son of a bitch," snarled Franks, "alright, where else can it be?"

[i]"Upsilon, come in."[/i] The radio crackled.

"Upsilon here," said the chief, "what's your status, Gamma?"

[i]"We found the laboratory, requesting backup, Gunther got dragged off when he strayed too far and Subject took him down the shaft."[/i]

"Understood," he signed off, "alright team, we're heading to the labs."

"Ohhh goodie," Gareth rolled his eyes, "the murder shack."

"Can it, move out."

They marched single file towards the elevator, which was now disabled and only accessible via its shaft which they gripped pitons to and winched themselves down the cable. It wasn't especially deep, and Walter saw the bloody droplets from ledges where teeth marks had scraped into. Eventually they reached the bottom, where the lift itself had its emergency door ripped off, a small collection of human corpses litter the inside, and blood drench its steel walls. But before they exited the shaft, they heard screams and gunfire ringing through the labs.

"Aww shit," Franks muttered, "orders, sir?"

"Spread out in trident," he said, "Walter, with me, Gareth you take left, Franks take right."

They stepped out of the lift and entered the first room, a dark nebulous place where a giant cage stood surrounded by computers. They now laid broken with torn scars and punctured holes through the black screens whilst the sound of rattling bullets echoed from beyond. They skirted round the cage and headed further between once-sanitised tables and cells in the walls, where the footprints of a dozen beasts had trampled the floor like ancient migrations.

In this room, Upsilon saw their fellow team members with a violent flash from their guns, struggling to fight the darkness around them. Something ran on the walkways above them with pounding feet, but no matter where they shot, they kept hitting the stone walls. Three soldiers kept tightly-knit in the centre of the room, as Upsilon spread out among the tables with Walter and the chief ducking behind two central tables, with Gareth and Franks taking one each side.

"CHECK YOUR FIRE!"

"THE FUCK IS THIS BASTARD?!"

"COME OUT AND FIGHT, YOU FUCKING FREAK!"

Upsilon kept quiet and observed the scene carefully, watching the shadow skirt round the upper ramparts with a terrible sound of a dragging thump. Then it stopped, as Gamma held fire and waited for something, anything to happen. Silence. A tense shudder came through the air, the wind from the elevator shaft exhaled a deathly sigh. Then something flew at them, and they fired all at once.

"HOLD YOUR FIRE, HOLD IT!"

A body crumpled in front of Gamma Team, as they realised too late they had pumped Gunther's corpse full of holes while he laid twitching in front of them. His arm had been ripped clean, a rasping hiss escaped his throat as he tried to reach up to them, when they noticed he was missing his rifle.

"[i]R-run...[/i]" he gurgled, "[i]h-hide..it...it knows.[/i]"

"Knows what?" Gamma's leader bent down. "Where is it?!"

With his last struggle, Gunther pointed to where Gareth and Franks were hiding on the east side of the room. From the railings above, something landed almost silently, and Franks felt a terrible set of jaws clutch round his throat. Gareth staggered back and tried to take aim, but a demon's claw gripped his friend's hand and forced it into the rifle trigger.

"N-NO, NO GET BACK!"

Franks fired off half a clip on his friend, ripping through his armour before the monster turned its human shield around to fire on the rest of the squadron. With a vile twist, his neck was snapped before the body was hurled towards Gamma, and with it came a savage terror leaping across the tables to slam down two of the hunters. The one still standing tried to shoot, but a pair of jaws grabbed the barrel of his gun and jerked it upwards to fire off into the air harmlessly, then jerked the weapon free to crack the butt on the human's face.

Stunned by the blow, the merc felt its wicked teeth clamp round his head and snap his head backwards, almost cracking it fully from his spine like a bottlecap whilst the other two mercs struggled under its large feet. They they witnessed the dreaded Indoraptor, a 10-feet tall dromaeosaurid that was 23 feet long from head to tail, with hairy frills on its back, long yellow stripes along its sides, slender arms that reached out from its body, and many deep black scales. The monster tossed aside the broken-necked merc and looked down upon its next two toys. Gamma's captain shuddered when it smiled at him, a ghastly human expression of curious joy from its burning amber eyes.

But Upsilon's commander rushed in with Walter alongside, firing bursts upon the beast who ducked at their footsteps and spun its body with a savage tail-strike. The commander ducked but his subordinate was too slow, and was sent flying with a mighty whip-crack to the stomach where he collapsed behind a table. The captain managed to score a few bullets across the lower belly as the monster shrieked, before it lunged with deadly teeth that the human countered with a slam of the rifle butt.

In close quarters he pulled out a combat knife, driving forth to stab the beast and force it off his friends. The raptor screeched in fury and slashed with its long arms to parry the blade each time he tried to lunge forth. Its claws were sturdy and its grip much stronger than he expected, when the Indoraptor wrenched his weapon free and tried to bite his head. The commander shoved his arm in the beast's maw and twisted his whole body to jump on top and wrap round the Indoraptor's neck, trying to weigh the saurian down and pin it like a wily bull.

"SOMEONE KILL THIS THING!"

As the beast tried to wrangle its attacker off, Upsilon's last two members managed to get up and tried to pump its skull full of lead. But it slapped one human's rifle hard enough to make him whack his commander's gun, who stopped himself from firing before they both jumped back to get better range and line up the shot.

"SHOOT HIM!" screamed Upsilon. "[i]SHOOOOT HIIIIM![/i]"

Before Gamma's team could fire, the Indoraptor swung its head forwards and bowed to throw the commander in front of the bullets, who was soon blasted by a full clip from his companions. The dino charged forwards with its dangling corpse to knock down Gamma's commander, then grabbed the other soldier's leg with its dexterous hand to throw him down on his back. The creature stomped his neck with a crushing twist, a gurgling scream its reward as blood thickened under its foot-claws.

The Gamma chief threw Upsilon's corpse off and with his own knife shanked for one of the monster's legs. The Indoraptor howled and snapped down on the blade, twisting it free with its teeth before clenching its jaws so tight that the metal snapped. The merc gasped at its strength, and tried to pull back to stab with the broken dagger before the raptor dodged back and kicked his arm with a powerful leg so strong, that it rolled the chief aside and left him open for a savage mauling.

Throughout all this, Walter was safe and hidden behind the table, his head swimming with bruises as he tried to pull himself up. But when he looked up over the counter, he watched the Indoraptor feast on Gamma leader's screaming body with monstrous tears of the armoured clothing. The savage fiend peeled off the flesh from his back, exposing the wall of muscle that it then picked and twisted apart to find the twitching organs, which the raptor then plucked individually much to the human's anguish.

Walter could not look away, horrified by the monster's morbid curiosity in how its prey twitched and writhed with first the intestines ripped out, then the kidneys and then the liver. The creature huffed and examined each part, long dripping guts and juicy lumps of a reddish-brown texture so different to what its ancestry spoke of, as well as that strong iron smell in the blood. The worst part was how it understood humans now, how all the lower parts were not needed but that thumping heart and heaving pair of lungs made its subject die easily.

Gamma's commander would not receive a quick death, as the Indoraptor played with its victim and hollowed out the entire bottom segment with a flensing of scarlet, streams of red painting its face and the floor around it whilst the human twitched in convulsions. Then it saw Walter, their eyes locked too long for the survivor to hide once more, but he ducked down regardless and tried to carefully inch his way out. Cowardice be damned, this mission was a wash, and he was far too inexperienced to fight this abomination.

The raptor went back to its torture, savouring the wretched screams and trembling cold of the dying chief. Walter struggled to sigh with relief as he crept back towards the cage room, where the elevator stood waiting with its shining light of hope, a white box flickering towards heaven. As the last sounds of Gamma team echoed behind him, a pang of guilt thudded in Walter's gut when he crawled ever closer towards escape. He crept past the steel prison with inching steps, and he grabbed the doorframe of the lift.

Then something grabbed his foot. He swallowed the urge to scream and turned fast with his gun, which was immediately grabbed by a second beastly hand that tossed it away. The Indoraptor grinned with that same cruel expression, paralysing the man as he shook his head.

"H-h-how, the fuck, are you still alive?"

The creature sensed his fear with a curious sniff, intrigued at this one. This one understood, not even trying to fight back as its bronze eyes roved down the suit. These strange scales that humans loved to grow but never bleed from confounded it, as it hooked its claws into the armoured pants and tore them off with inhuman strength. Walter shivered and looked away, fearing the worst would happen to his privates as the fiend bent down to inspect closer.

There it saw a chubby human cock that twitched before the raptor, the scent so different from its own states of arousal. Compared to the much thicker deep-pepper scent that the creature had, humans had a much more gentle odour closer to cinnamon, or one of those orange-tinted ferns that its memory told it smelt like. The black snout nuzzled at the small fleshy meat, its nose big enough to press on both balls together as it took one deep breath.

"Wh-what...wh-wh-what the hell you doing?"

The monster licked across the sack and along the stubby member, the long tongue strangely warm and slick in a way that confused Walter but also paralysed his senses. Then it roamed upwards to lap at his stomach, tasting the hot sweat of human fear and all the little hairs near his belly button. His vest pulled upwards a little more as the creature nuzzled down the happy trail, breathing in more of that sweet mammalian musk before roving back down to slurp over the thighs.

Memories were strange to this beast, always pictures it had never seen but somehow was born with. Every scent brought a plant in its mind from a distant past, one it had never known and never will, born into this future with these small pathetic creatures that treated it as a toy. Now it had its own plaything, who watched it lick over his dick to feel it throb against its tongue. It was during this that Walter noticed the deep markings on its side, where once there had been terrible gouge marks through its body as well as several smaller bullet holes that were now healing up.

The flesh knitted itself with a thickening ooze, almost alien in its speed of recovery which terrified him all the more. The human kept quiet as the Indoraptor examined his crotch, nuzzling the semi-hard cock before starting to lick with a beastly tongue. It was warm and slender as it caressed the small shaft, its hot breaths rolling over the meat that turned plump and stiff with fear. The creature liked this scent, rubbing its pebbly snout along the underside before it opened its jaws and swallowed the merc's dick.

"H-haaaah...f-f-fuck."

Walter shivered at the sensation, his panic rising as the monster sucked him off with unnatural care. The raptor could not suck like a human due to its different throat, but it rolled and bobbed its head with a flexing tongue to mimic the same feel much to the human's confusion. He felt every single tooth scrape against his member, sharp plucking pulls on the foreskin that threatened to make him bleed each time the Indoraptor adjusted its maw. Walter stared at the steak-knife valley rubbing down his pole, a wicked saw against his wood that shivered with each nip.

The beast had seen humans do this before, understood it was a pleasant sensation every time they did it on each other. It was a pleasant taste, one it had grown accustomed to in its new existence with the manor now its home. The human trembled on the edge of death, knowing at any time the Indoraptor could choose to end its life in the most visceral fashion. That tense shivering of expectant fright was the creature's favourite thing, precisely what it hoped for in leaving one alive after slaughtering the rest.

It also made Walter sputter faster and get his pre going thick, the salty taste thickening on the experiment's tongue. The merc dared not move his hands as he watched through his goggles, which started to prick with sweat that seethed his scent of terror and excited the beast. The frills on its back tensed up in an eager purr, its jaws locked down on the human's cock base and its tongue curled beneath the sack, tightening its grip a little harder to feel the human shiver. All this helped Walter cum, as his legs shook with each spurt of cream that the beast swallowed up.

"A-a-a-aaaaah...haaaah, f-fuck, ohhh jeez!"

The Indoraptor wasted nothing, letting the jizz paint its teeth as it kept slurping the shaft. The extra-salty tang was a recent flavour it enjoyed, which combined with the latent fear-scents made a delicious cocktail before it pulled off the dick with dripping drool. Then it rose itself up to show off its own throbbing erection, a beastly red length that tapered from a slit between its strong legs.

"Oh...oh no, no no no, h-hey, come on, you don't-AH!"

The cock was a thickening 14 inches that had a knotted base push from the slit, as the raptor walked on top of the human and turned itself round to press its rump against his face. The most powerful spicy odour fogged Walter's nostrils as he stared upon the musky hole at the base of the tail, a sliver of pink within the black that puffed in excitement.

"You...you gotta be fucking kidding me."

The monster barked with a stern order that even his prey understood, as the sudden fear of disappointing his captor made him pull down his balaclava and start rimming the beastly hole. The aroma was overwhelming, like biting into black pepper as tears filled his eyes from the sweltering musk that grinded on his face. His tongue crept over the slit tentatively, as the monster purred with a happy sound and adjusted itself to sit better on his face.

Walter was suffocating, trying to maintain his breath as his tongue dove in to wrench open the hole and flick along the walls while he cringed at the sour taste. It was like the saltiest licorice he ever tasted if rolled in paprika, as he tightened his lips and crammed his tongue through the depths with a hard scraping curl along the strange reptilian walls. The raptor was colder than expected, its insides a little lukewarm which only made it more unusual as the monster chirred with a soft grind of its hindquarters.

After the first minute of rimming its ass, Walter grew more accustomed to the taste even if he didn't enjoy it. He worked his tongue along the folds and plucked each of them fresh, rippling up and down to make the creature shudder in delight and pant with a throbbing erection. The more he sucked at his hole, the louder the beast rumbled in pleasure at the hot, warm, mammalian tongue slurping around the depths. Eventually it was sated, and pulled itself off before bending over in front of Walter with a waiting wet pucker.

"W-wait...what?" The human stood up, scraping his tongue with his teeth. "Are you...you want the-"

The monster barked with a creeping snarl, backing itself and aligning its rump towards the throbbing small dick as the human stammered. He carefully gripped the long leathery tail, feeling its muscular strength and how its tip stroked along his cheek. The eyes of the Indoraptor turned soft, not quite pleading but wanting something as it huffed with a dripping wet cock and a fattened knot.

The mercenary took a deep breath and pressed his stubby pole against the scaly rear, pushing inside with a gasp at the muscular tightness that clamped on his meat and sucked him in. The raptor crooned a sigh of relief from the wondrous heat opening it slightly, grinding its rear against the human with gentler sounds of relief that surprised the soldier. Maybe if he pleasured the beast long enough, it would let him leave or drop its guard, so he hoped. He already felt scared and alone too much to ignore the moral ramifications of fucking a genetically-enhanced dromaeosaurid.

"Ohhh...sh-shit," he groaned, "that feels a lot...tighter than I thought for a big guy."

With a purring chuckle-like sound, the beast appreciated his words and rolled its large hips to simulate a breeding motion. Walter followed suit with a growing sigh as he relaxed his body, rubbing his firm shaft against the slick walls of the creature with every buck of his thighs, while his pants crumpled around his feet. The cool scales grinded on warm flesh, exciting both of them at such a forbidden tryst but moreso to Walter.

The creature hissed in rapture and smacked itself back against the human, forcing him against the wall to make sure he couldn't escape as they picked up the pace. The human gritted his teeth and put all his focus on going deep, trying to stab right for the creature's prostate or whatever was the most firm part of its inner walls. After some frantic grinding and adjusting of his hips, he managed to find the right spot to make the Indoraptor shriek in delight.

"MMMMPH, h-haaah...i-is that...that good?"

He knew the monster didn't understand him, but perhaps in this small moment of bestial lust it might have forged a connection. The beast lowered its head, its growls remained dominant and it clapped its sturdy thighs hard against the merc who tried to stab into its G-spot as much as he could. His hands gripped the tail tighter, he bucked upwards to grind along the tunnel's ceiling and moaned with a clench of his toes at the quivering folds that rippled up and down his length.

As he lost himself in lust, letting endorphins consume his fear, Walter moaned louder and joined the Indoraptor in mutual bliss. The savage saurian smacked harder against him, its snorts of pleasure grew as its cock sputtered with hot feral cream that dripped onto its feet. With each spurt, it tightened on Walter's dick, squeezing at the head and rubbing all down the shaft with a hungry lick of its lips.

The human soon came at last, his body trembled with a flare of heat that the Indoraptor shuddered in glee to experience as hot spurts of tasty mammal milk drenched its insides. As Walter kept shooting, the monster slammed harder until his hips grew sore to get every drop of seed out of him, as the fiend started to cum in turn with a victorious shriek. Ropes of fattening feral jizz splattered the floor as it tightened with a suffocating grip in its ass to suck Walter dry.

"A-AAAAGH, AAAAH SH-SHIT!"

He fucked the experiment hard as he could in throes of lust, rubbing the beast's tail that arced above his head and shivered in climactic joy. Cum smothered around his own meat, whilst the Indoraptor kept spurting with a gorged, swollen base. Once the man was empty, the saurian stepped away with a dripping ass and a long trail of seed between its legs. Its face grew strangely calm and indifferent, taking one look at the human before walking back into its lair.

Walter dared not make a sound in case the wrong noise drove it back to killing, as he carefully stood up and hiked up his pants, then took up his rifle and decided to take his leave by climbing out through the elevator shaft. It was a struggle with his weakened state, but with the help of a hook-line and pitons to climb up the lift cables, he was able to depart from Lockwood Manor. Then the radio crackled in.

[i]"Upsilon, come in. Upsilon, report."[/i]

"U-uhhh, uhhh, this is Upsilon," he called back.

[i]"We lost contact with you, what's your status?"[/i]

"I...it killed all of them. Gamma's gone...commander too, it's just...just one of me now."

[i]"Acknowledged. Status on the Subject?"[/i]

"It...it escaped." He looked back towards the haunting manor. "It disappeared into the woods and...I don't got the backup to find it."

[i]"Shit. Alright, report back and give us the details, over and out."[/i]

The last survivor sighed with a conflicted regret. He knew that thing was dangerous, a savage sadistic entity whose very existence was a mockery of all nature. But the way it had been so gentle with him, toyed with him in its need for pleasure made him think something different. Lonely. Not a single other of its kind in the world, and for all the time it had been alive, it had known only the rich who wanted it for a pet, and those like his team who wanted it dead.

"Maybe I'm not in the right job," he murmured, "I...fuck it, it's not my problem, it's an animal like anything else. It just...it just wants to be somewhere."

He walked through the woods and back to the extraction point, making a mental note to get himself scrubbed and clean of all evidence from his brief illicit liaison. Whatever happened to the Indoraptor now, Walter decided it was not his place to condemn a beast whose only crime was existing against its will.