Paddock X – Secure Genetics Wing, Jurassic World
Inside the steel-reinforced observation room, a hushed tension settled over the gathered scientists. The only sound was the low hum of monitors and the quiet, rhythmic beeping of vital signs.
Behind the thick, tempered viewing glass, Specimen X—Alex—lay coiled and seemingly unconscious, massive body twitching faintly under sedation.
Dr. Henry Wu stood at the center of it all, arms behind his back, eyes locked on the sleek robotic console before him. His voice was calm, but laced with anticipation.
> "Begin injection protocol."
The room dimmed slightly as a mechanical voice echoed over the intercom:
> "Initiating injection sequence."
The countdown began.
10… 9… 8…
On the far side of the enclosure, a small tracked rover whirred to life. Mounted on it was a compact pneumatic cannon fitted with a long, glistening needle—designed specifically to pierce Alex's nearly impenetrable armor without the need to breach containment.
7… 6… 5…
"Keep your eyes on the vitals," Henry instructed coolly, watching both the rover's feed and Alex's biosignals.
4… 3… 2…
The rover stopped two meters from Alex's massive coiled form, its targeting module locking in.
1.
> "Injection procedure in progress."
WHOOSH!
The cannon fired. The needle struck true, piercing Alex's scales and delivering a concentrated dose of Indominus Rex DNA directly into his bloodstream.
At first, nothing happened.
Then—Alex's eyes fluttered open.
Hazy. Disoriented. But alert.
Inside his mind, a system notification bloomed across his vision:
> "Foreign DNA detected in bloodstream."
"DNA classified: HYBRID TYPE – Indominus Rex."
"Source unconfirmed. Integration forced via external means."
"Calculating feasibility of compatibility…"
"Result: 75% Feasible. Integration Automatically Engaged."
"Preparing CHRYSALIS for host protection…"
From beneath Alex's emerald-green scales, a black, tar-like substance began to ooze. It slid and stretched unnaturally, quickly encasing his entire body in a glossy, biomechanical sheath. The surface hardened, shimmered—and grew.
The scientists inside the lab gasped in unison as the structure expanded, stretching outward and upward with each second, shifting and pulsing like something alive.
In less than a minute, a towering black Chrysalis, 40 meters tall and over 60 meters long, stood silently in Paddock X like an alien monument.
Dr. Wu slowly stepped toward the glass, eyes wide in awe.
"…It's actually evolving through metamorphosis," he whispered.
The lead geneticist had expected cellular rejection, maybe violent spasms—not this.
This was unprecedented. Metamorphosis at this scale was something only seen in insects—not apex predators.
The room erupted into whispers and frantic note-taking. Cameras zoomed in. Data streamed onto screens faster than the AIs could categorize.
Inside the shell, deep in the black void of his mind, Alex's system continued its countdown.
> Integration in progress…
1%…
2%…
…
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Elsewhere – Jurassic World Operations Center
Claire Dearing slammed her hands on the desk console, trying to stabilize her voice as she spoke into the receiver.
"Zach? Gray? Pick up the phone! Where are you?!"
Static.
The transmission was lost—again.
The evacuation alarm blared across the compound. Simon Masrani's orders had gone through. People were being ushered out of the park in droves, but her nephews hadn't returned from their ride through the resort.
Panic gnawed at her.
Behind her, technicians scurried, weapons divisions were being mobilized, and on every monitor—
—the Indominus Rex was on the move.
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Jurassic World – Masrani Tower, Rooftop Helipad
The elevator dinged as the doors slid open with a hiss. Simon Masrani rushed out, coat flaring behind him in the wind. The rotor blades of the helicopter thundered overhead, drowning out the chaos below.
Technicians scrambled to finish final checks on the mounted minigun, bolted to the side of the chopper. Masrani didn't wait for ceremony—he stormed across the helipad toward the pilot, his expression etched with tension.
> "We're going after it," he said, his voice sharp over the noise. "No more tranquilizers. We're putting it down."
The pilot hesitated, glancing toward the weapons specialist—clearly unsure if a minigun would even scratch the creature they were about to face.
Masrani caught the look.
> "The ACE team is dead. Every last one of them. That thing is not an asset—it's a goddamn massacre machine."
The Indoraptor—Jurassic World's next black-budget predator—had escaped containment, and its trail of carnage left little doubt of its superiority. Claws like blades, a tactical mind, and a genetic lineage more horrifying than anything they had ever built.
He climbed aboard the chopper and strapped in, forcing himself to ignore the knot forming in his gut.
As the helicopter lifted off, Masrani looked to the horizon. Below, park staff were evacuating tourists, armed units swept abandoned exhibits, and screams echoed from sectors already breached.
He didn't want to admit it out loud, but in that moment...
He deeply regretted greenlighting Dr. Henry Wu's latest genetic experiments.
Especially Project X.
> We never should have touched the Indominus genome again…
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Inside the control room overlooking Project X's containment zone, Dr. Henry Wu stood frozen before the reinforced viewing glass.
What stood there now was no longer just a snake.
The chrysalis structure had grown, pulsing subtly with glowing veins running through the black surface. Scientists flitted between consoles, rattling off nervous updates.
> "Power levels are fluctuating—metabolic output is increasing rapidly."
> "There's a full rewrite of host DNA underway. Neural activity is spiking."
Wu stared, transfixed.
He should have stopped this.
When the Indoraptor went rogue, the logical thing would have been to terminate Project X's integration before it was too late. But the DNA injection had already been completed, and Project X had responded instantly with metamorphosis.
And now… something was happening inside that shell.
Wu's hands trembled slightly as he watched readings climb higher and higher on the monitors.
> "If this works," he muttered to himself, "we're not looking at a hybrid anymore. We're looking at… an apex evolution."
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Inside the Chrysalis – Project X / Alex's Consciousness
Darkness. Heat. Pressure.
I was suspended in a sea of black—feeling every cell in my body being rewritten, torn apart, and rebuilt.
> System Alert:
Hybrid DNA (Indominus Rex) integrating… 22%... 23%... 24%...
Activating defensive protocols. Strengthening dermal armor. Enhancing thermal camouflage. Reconstructing cranial structure...
I couldn't move, but I could feel.
My teeth, jaw, and skull were shifting—elongating, hardening, evolving.
I could feel my spine sprouting—no, forging—a new tail weapon, the spike now sharp as obsidian.
I wasn't just absorbing a predator's genes.
I was becoming something new.
The Indominus was a monster.
But I'd outlive it.
> Integration: 47%... 48%...
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Back in the Skies – Masrani's Helicopter
The pilot shouted over the headset, "Visual on the Indoraptor—Sector D13!"
Masrani leaned out the window as the beast came into view.
It was fast, too fast for a creature its size. It darted between wreckage and jungle like a living shadow. One of the handlers made a break for a nearby vehicle—the Indoraptor tackled him, tearing him in two with terrifying precision.
Masrani gritted his teeth.
> "Open fire!"
The minigun whirred to life, spraying rounds toward the Indoraptor. It dodged left, the bullets stitching the dirt. It screeched, a sound that sent chills through the cockpit.
It turned its yellow slitted eyes toward the chopper.
Masrani swallowed hard.
> Too late….
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The minigun roared from the side of Masrani's helicopter, spitting metal death across the treetops.
> "Keep firing!" Masrani barked, leaning forward, eyes locked on the dark blur below — the Indoraptor, slashing through the jungle with terrifying agility.
The gunner gritted his teeth, tracking the beast's movements — but it was too fast.
Each round shredded branches, bark, and soil — but not the target.
Suddenly, the trees thinned.
> "It's headed for the aviary enclosure!" Lauren cried from the control tower, voice cracking with dread. "No, no, no—"
He didn't even finish the sentence before it happened.
The Indoraptor leapt, claws extended, and smashed through the glass dome of the aviary like a living missile.
Shards of reinforced glass rained down, and the sudden intrusion sent the pterosaurs shrieking in panic. Enraged, confused, and now uncontained, the Pteranodons and Dimorphodons exploded from the enclosure like a hellstorm with wings.
> "They're headed for the chopper—!" someone screamed over the comms.
The gunner swiveled, reflexively opening fire as the sky darkened with wings.
Too late.
With a shriek, one of the Pteranodons swooped in, snatching him clean from the gun mount, his scream cut short as he vanished into the sky.
Another Pteranodon dive-bombed the windshield, its sharp beak impaling the co-pilot, sending a spray of blood across the cockpit.
Masrani screamed as the controls jerked in his hands.
> "Mayday! Mayda—!"
The chopper spiraled, losing altitude fast. Vivian, still in the control room, watched in horror as the helicopter spun downward, crashing into the shattered dome of the aviary.
The moment it struck, the fuel tanks ignited.
Boom.
The screen lit up in white.
Smoke billowed. Flames danced across the ruins.
And Simon Masrani, the man who dreamed of dinosaurs as wonders... was gone.
Vivian could only stare, her hands trembling. A tear rolled down her cheek.
> "He's dead…" she whispered. "He's really dead…"
And somewhere in the jungle below, the Indoraptor, unbothered by the carnage, slipped back into the trees—silent, deadly, and free.
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Restricted Sector — Ankylosaurus Habitat
Meanwhile, Zach and Gray were trapped in a different kind of nightmare.
The gyrosphere hummed along the dirt trail, bouncing slightly as the two brothers peered at the massive armored dinosaurs around them.
> "Whoa… those things look like tanks with legs," Zach muttered, eyeing the Ankylosaurs moving slowly in the clearing.
> "They're called Ankylosaurus," Gray corrected, distractedly tapping on the screen. "Heavily armored, club tails—basically dino tanks, yeah."
Suddenly, all the Ankylosaurs froze.
Their heads lifted. Snouts flaring.
> "Why'd they stop?" Zach asked.
Gray's face went pale. He slowly turned his head.
> "Zach…" he whispered.
Behind them, something massive stirred the trees.
With a crack of trunks and a gust of earth, the Indominus Rex emerged — its massive form dwarfing the gyrosphere. It turned its head toward them, jaws opening slightly, studying the sphere like a toy.
> "Zach. DRIVE. DRIVE!"
The gyrosphere jerked into reverse.
But the Indominus didn't strike the sphere.
Instead, it charged — not at them, but at the Ankylosaurs.
The clearing erupted in chaos as the Indominus collided with the herd, its claws slashing, jaws snapping. The Ankylosaurs swung their club tails,roaring in defiance, but they were clearly outmatched.
Zach and Gray watched in horror as one was sliced by sharp claws in the thigh and finished with a crushing bite in the head .
The ground shook beneath them as the Indominus pivoted again—now locking eyes with the gyrosphere.
> "It's coming for us!"
Zach floored it, spinning the gyrosphere into the trees as the creature let out a bone-rattling roar and charged after them.
End of chapter 7