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Owen kept his guard up as he needled his way in through the tall grass, he knew his raptors capabilities. Which is why when Owen heard the slightest of rustling to his left he stationed himself, his gun lowered. Owen knew his raptors could rip him apart, but he also knew they wouldn’t. 

The reason Owen had subconsciously lowered his gun presented itself a few moments after he heard the rustling. A raptor head popped out from the top of the grass, Owen immediately recognizing her as Charlie. From the playful head tilt, to her younger raptor form, and down to the fact that instead of attacking she made her usual chirp greeting. 

Owen knew the look in her eyes, she wasn’t planning on attacking him. Just as Owen was about to lift his hand and place it upon his youngest raptor’s head, fire erupted behind Charlie, an explosion throwing Owen back. As he sat up, Owen knew, Charlie was dead. She had died immediately, and her blood covered Owen. His child's blood was on his hands, figuratively and literally.

Owen didn’t have time to dwell in that moment, he pushed himself to keep going. Owen felt numb as he climbed on top of his motorcycle, a yell followed by a raptor shriek brought him back. Owen knew Blue’s shrieks like he knew how to spell, he couldn’t let Blue go. Owen was too slow with Charlie, but he had to be quicker for the others. Anger filled Owen as he wrung his bike to force a loud low shriek, then forcing a loud whistle to make sure he had grabbed his second in command’s attention. 

It was only an hour later when Owen had felt the anger come back, when Hoskins attempted to bond with Delta. Delta was the second oldest of the raptors, and knew bullshit when she saw it. Owen believed his raptors were more than animals, which is why he didn’t consider himself crazy when he swore he saw humour in Delta’s eyes when Hoksins put his hand up mimicking Owen. 

Owen feels his pride build as he realises he got his raptors back, most of them. Owen helps his raptors fight the Indominus the best he can, shooting her every chance he gets, careful not to hit his raptors. Owen was a few shots away from confident but he was getting there, that was until Delta clawed an area the Indominus was able to reach. Owen felt the wave of an arctic ocean crash into him when the Indominus threw Delta into a restaurant to be blown up, a yell almost erupting from the ex-military man. 

Echo was the last one standing, after her pack, excluding her alpha, was dead or unconscious. Echo did the best she could in holding back the hybrid until Claire was able to lure the T-rex, Owen felt pride for Echo. She did the best she could without her pack, until her luck ran out. 

Jaws that could swallow Echo whole, sunk their teeth into her and threw her into a pillar, folding her body in half. Owen gagged at the sound of Echo’s spine and ribs shattering as her body curled around the pillar, he knew that wasn’t what killed her though. What killed Echo was the Indominus’ teeth sinking into her heart and lungs; it would have caused her to drown in her own blood if her heart hadn’t been pierced firstly. 

Owen, yet again, had no time to focus on the death as he got Gray and Zach to run away from the fight. Owen, almost unknown to himself, did yell out once during this entire warzone, an encouraging ‘yes’ tore out of his throat. It was when Blue, Owen’s second in command, woke up from her unconscious state and ran like hell to attack the target Owen had set. Following the pride was dread, cold utter dread. Owen felt his eyes sting, as the thought of Blue following in suit of her fellow pack members tore his insides to shreds. 

A sigh of relief follows the horror of watching the megalosaurus dive from the water, and pull the Indominus into her tank of nightmares. Relief of the fact Blue didn’t attack Owen and the rest of them, but mostly because she lived, but left to find her place within her new found freedom.

It was after everyone had gotten off the island, that Owen found himself alone most of the time. Owen distracted himself with his motorcycle, fixing up a cottage, and mainly on his physique at the gym. The man almost re-enlisted himself in the military, Claire had convinced him otherwise when they were still dating. Owen distracted himself until he found out what he was distracting himself from, and that he couldn’t any longer. 

A video of an infant raptor played on Owen’s computer, he knew it was Blue. Owen listened to his own voice explain why Blue was different, and listened to her baby raptor chirps. He clicked on multiple other videos on each of his raptors, watching and reminiscing old memories until he felt a drop of water fall onto his arm.

Owen’s heart sped up when his mind assumed the drop was blood, until he had turned his main light on and realised it was water, not pure water, a tear. Owen scolded himself as he lifted his hand up to his eyes and scrubbed furiously, he practically flattened his mouse with the force he uses to click the ‘power off’ button on his computer. 

The door to the fridge opens with a thud, and various items on the shelf attached to the inside of the fridge door clink together. Owen barely ever remembers the process of grabbing the beer, as well as grabbing the previously discarded bottle opener. It’s all a numb process, and the fizzing sound of the beer's carbon dioxide gas bubbles connecting with oxygen goes unheard by Owen. The once satisfying noise hasn’t been heard by the man for a while. 

The bitter, yeast filled liquid poured into Owen’s throat. After the man’s lips left the bottle, his gaze fell upon his window that revealed a shortly ending sunset. Owen slowly stepped towards the door that led to the outside world, it opened with a quick ‘click!’ The ex-military man almost flinched when the door shut behind him with a loud ‘thud.’ Instead, he keeps his eyes on the ledge of the cliff that pointed out to the sunset. 

The overgrown grass folds under Owen’s heavy steps, the sound of rustling leaves being swayed by the soft wind goes unheard by the gruff man. The slowly setting sun blazed a golden filter upon Owen’s face, his bottle reflecting strikes of pure light when he lifted it to drink the captured liquid. The gruff man barely holds the sour liquid down before his chest tightens, his breathing turning to rasps. 

Owen’s hand goes from laying limp against his hip, to slowly reaching up to his chest; He was hyperventilating. The hand that gripped his beer tightened until his knuckles turned white. The constant supply of air seeming to refuse to enter Owen’s lungs. Claire called it a panic attack, Owen refused to believe he had them. 

The car that flattened some of Owen’s grass goes undetected by the man, as well as the door slamming shut. Muffled static filled Owen’s ears, droplets of water falling on his bare arm. An ex-militant shouldn’t allow anyone to sneak up behind them, right now it was someone Owen didn’t need to worry about. A gentle hand rested on the man’s broad shoulders, Owen turned to look at the owner of said gentle hand. 

A soft look, accompanied by loose curly red hair belonged to a woman named Claire. The woman that left Owen, because he was being a dick, he has admitted that to himself. Claire takes the hand that Owen held to his chest, and holds it between them. The toughest woman Owen has ever met, then looked in his eyes. Not a single word was spoken, a word didn’t need to be spoken. Claire knew, she always knew.