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|| Early 2014 - Isla Nublar - With Cassian 'Masrani' ||
"I've already fallen too deep into it…" I mutter under my breath, my eyes fixated on the glow of the burner phone thightly held in my right hand.
'The cargo has been collected.'
A smile pulls at the corners of my mouth,— crooked, and mostly uneasy. "Fuck…"
I lean back against the railing of the observation deck, the main street of Jurassic World sprawled below like a glittering artery pulsing with life and illusion.
"I guess there's no turning back from the monster I became… isn't that right, Nublar?"
I chuckle,— a low, twisted sound that dies on the humid breeze.
Somewhere beneath me, a child laughs, while somewhere beyond the trees, something roars.
The island however, answers only in silence.
Honestly, I used to dream of this place as a boy,— when I still had my parents, well and alive,— about this kingdom of prehistoric beings, of scales and of loud roars.
But now, as I stand at its heart, not as a caretaker of some random dinosaur, or even an IT tech… but as something else, something far worse, something real,— as the heir to all of this 'world'... I cannot help but crave more.
They call it a paradise on the news, but me? I call it a well told lie.
Because I've seen its bones,— I've walked beneath the skin of this park,— in tunnels with peeling paint and rusted steel.
I've watched the way people smile at the gates, not knowing they're feeding themselves to history.
And me? I'm just making sure history has teeth.
Masrani gave me power, when he adopted me,— slowly, carelessly, like handing fire to a child and expecting warmth. He made me his heir, gave me access to the park, as a security overseer. And then, there's Claire… well, she never really saw me for these past few years,— not for who I am,— but she will.
They all will, even if I have to force them.
A soft vibration buzzes against my palm then, interrupting my thought process.
Another message.
'Extraction complete,— they're alive.'
I slip the phone back into my coat pocket and exhale, while below me, the Mosasaur bay is quiet,— the water black and still.
There's no cheers yet, and no feeding show.
Just silence.
And my reflection stares back from the glass window, a stranger made of shadows and regret. The man I was once, died somewhere between ambition and instinct.
And the one who replaced him? Well, he doesn't flinch at most things anymore.
"Welcome to the new Jurassic World." I muttur to myself, eyes unchanging in emotion.
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