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Hi, my name is Barry but, my nickname is Surge this is my life but though this is my life it still has other points of views in it, that way you understand better. If you think my life was full of sorrow and pain, then you are correct, and even though my life sucked, the time I had in it is different from others. And it is simply different in the way it played out, but the way I lived life, and how I went from one lifestyle to another. Anyway, I am not going to spoil too much about my life, because you will be reading it now so, I will start from the beginning and, I hope you enjoy my pain because there is a lot of it, but it turned out ok in the end. Enjoy.

Liam's POV

I watch my wife Olivia scream in agony for about 2 hours before the screams suddenly stop and I rush to her side to see if she was all right. "Honey, are you alright?" I question and receive no answer. "Honey?" I asked again, no response. "Were sorry she didn't survive giving birth, but the baby did" the doctor notifies me.

"No, she has to make it, for me for the child, she has to, please" I beg. "We're sorry there's nothing we can do" the nurse sighs, "but-" I get cut off by a loud wail coming from the nurse. "do you want to hold him?" the nurse asks. "yes, yes I do," I say trying to stay strong for the child, who is yet to be named.

The nurse walks over to my and holds the baby out towards me, and I take the baby in my hands. "it's a boy, what are you going to name it?" the nurse questions. "Barry, Barry Jeter," I say with love in my eyes as I stare at my newborn son. "Welcome to the family Barry, I can tell you will serve a significant role, that will benefit yourself and others," I say.

-----time-skip-37-years-----

I was watching the raptor training, but it was not going so well I checked over all my jobs to see if I had completed the requirements. After about five minutes of doing that I was satisfied with the results as I was work free at this current time. With that conclusion, I decided to try and take a nap. As I was drifting off to sleep, I started to get a nagging feeling that I was forgetting something it is nothing you are just imagining it, I thought to myself reassuringly. You are forgetting, something I thought to myself with a sigh, I fell into the peaceful world of sleep. I had been in the peaceful world for what felt like mere seconds before the peace's shattered and replaced by stress and grogginess.

Along with these new additions to the broken piece was the constant feeling that something bad was about to happen in the waking world. And of course, it involved me like everything else that was bad. I tried to fight against the annoying force trying to wake me up, unfortunately, it was a battle I was losing and mere seconds later I was welcomed back to the real world. I was awakened by a hand on my shoulder shaking me, struggling to fight against the force trying to reclaim me again to the world of slumber, I looked up to see the person who woke me up.

Claire woke me up, just this alone is enough to make me worry. Oh no I thought as I remembered what I had forgotten this makes it worse than before I thought to myself. I was meant to be enforcing safety today. I mentally slapped myself for not realizing it before. "Check the paddock footage from around about 3 pm today" she commanded flatly. At first, I was confused then was fearful as her command made me realize that I might lose my job. Now you might say that I should not make assumptions since she would not tell me to check the footage. Then fire me right afterwards, but I have seen otherwise.

"Before I watch this will it be bad for me?" I ask before waiting for a response from her. "Just watch the footage and you will understand" she replies. I sigh in defeat before I press the play button to watch the scenes unfold. "Pig loses!" I hear through the audio of the device and then an employer pulled into the paddock and at once's surrounded by the Raptors. Then from nowhere Owen runs into the paddock in front of the employer and puts his hands in front of him with the palm facing the Raptors and his arm outstretched.

The employer crawls backwards swiftly eventually getting to safety Owen says something too quiet for the cameras to hear right before the gate starts to close. Just before the gate closes, he turns on the heels in one moment and sprints to the gate with the Raptors right behind him. Owen gets close to the gate and slides under the door the Raptors that were chasing him ran headfirst into the gate with a loud clang. It was at this point of time that I understood the problem, someone had nearly died while I was supposed to stop anything like that from happening.

As soon as Claire noticed I had finished watching the footage she said: "your fired" then started to walk away but I started following to try and reason with her but before I could she got in her car and sped away. As I walked back up to the raptor paddock someone in a white lab coat came up to me and said, "would you be willing to let us experiment on you if we convince Claire to give you your job back". "it depends what kind of experiment" I reply now interested,

"an experiment that will allow you to talk to the dinosaurs" replied the scientist. As soon as the scientist said that I was certain that I would do it. "sure" I said "be there in an hour" he said right before running off.

no one's POV

The busy janitor dawdled into the white and grey lab room to clean it. in both corners of the far end of the room was a white bed that was about a metre high. on each bed is a folded brown blanket on the that was on the side of the bed closest to the wall. both blankets had one grey pillow on top of it.

Next to both beds was a table that held a cup of water, a clock, and a lamp, next to both tables was an ivy that was full of the liquid it holds and a heart monitor that was flatlining because it wasn't hooked up to anything. the white and black spotted curtains that hung from the ceiling were surrounding the beds, but you could still see into the room through the gap. In the middle of the room was a green table with silver metal legs on each side of the table was four blue chairs. there were two transparent plastic syringes on the table, the syringe on the left side of the table held a red liquid, and the syringe on the right side of the table held a yellow liquid.

As the janitor was cleaning, he accidentally knocked the table causing the red trying to fall off the table before the yellow syringe rolled to where the red one was. the accident happened faster than he could turn to face it, therefore, the janitor not seeing were which syringe went but he did know already that there was one syringe on each side of the table. so, he put the red syringe was he thought it belonged: the right side of the table. after he considered his job done, he left the now clean lab, not realizing he may have caused an experiment to change.

Barry's POV

"The experiment is happening in forty now, and Normally It would take thirty minutes to get to the lab. Though there are still certain things that could make the usual thirty-minute trip take a lot longer so you might have to leave now to get there on time" my best friend says. "If I left now with no problems on the way I would be up to twenty minutes early but if I left now and an issue occurred then I might be late, so to get there before the scheduled time I would have to leave now" I checked the working in my head to see if my best friend were correct. "You're right Owen thanks for the reminding me," I say, "are you sure you want to do this?" Owen asks worriedly.

"Anything to get my job back" I answer, "ok be sure to tell me how it went when you get back," Owen says. "Yeah, sure I will probably see you tomorrow so I will tell you then, but if I don't then I will probably be at home resting since scientists are usually strict with stuff like this, they always say to be lazy and rest, " I say. "I know right, and you never get to eat anything a couple of hours before the scheduled time," Owen says. "I am so hungry; do you have anything I can eat?" I question.

"Barry, I know you're hungry, but don't you have somewhere you need to be right now?" Owen asks slowly "I know, I know I'll go now I will see you as soon as I can" I state, "see you then, good luck," Owen says with worry. "Thanks, I'll probably need it" after I say that I turn around and approach the door, I stop as walking as soon I am within a metre of the door, I turn around to face Owen. "And If something goes wrong then I want you to know you're the best friend I could ever ask for" with that said I walk out the door and walk towards my motorbike.

Before I get there, I change my mind and decide to drive the jeep instead, so I grab my keys out of my pocket and press the unlock button, but it does not unlock "stupid unlock button" I think. I reach the car and press the button again since I was too far away from the car for it to unlock. After I press the button, I am rewarded by two beeps signalling the car unlocking. I grab the handle and pull in outwards, I then get in the car, put the key in the ignition, and turn the key, I am rewarded with the sound of the engine starting up, then the car fuel light comes on.

"Damn it I should have filled up on the way here, I'll just try my luck" I mumble to myself. "This could go wrong in so many ways," I think to myself. I lower my foot on to the acceleration pedal slowly to get the car moving, the car starts moving slowly out of the driveway. After about 35 minutes I pull up in a car park in front of the laboratory, that is also used as an information desk and an emergency room. I had only ever been here once before; I shudder at the short memory that I had forgotten up until now.

Flashback

"How bad is it?" I ask with worry, "how are you awake? we haven't finished the operation yet" they say now looking at me. "What?! You mean I woke up during a surgery?!" I yell then wince as I feel a pain in my left side, caused by one of the surgeons putting a stitch through my skin. "Put him back to sleep," one of the surgeons says, "no I want to know why I am having an operation first," I say.

"You don't remember?" the doctor asks after stopping everything he is doing. "No, I just asked for no reason," I say sarcastically. "Oh ok," the doctor says. "Of course, I don't remember!" I yell regaining his attention, "you know you really should stop distracting me from my work it could end badly" the doctor says turning his attention back to stitching my side up.

I continue to glare at him, until he notices, "fine you got stabbed in the side four times, you're lucky you were found almost immediately otherwise you would be dead right now so be thankful that you're alive and stop distracting me" the doctor says while stitching the wound up. "I got stabbed!" I yell, "yes that's what I just said," the doctor says.

"Did you find who stabbed me?" I ask, "no we did not, but we have people out there searching as we speak so Don't worry, you're safe" the surgeon reassures. "I don't feel safe, while getting stitched up on a table, by a bunch of strangers" I panic. "Don't worry you are safe" the surgeon reassures again. "A-are you sure?" I stammered. "Positive," the surgeon says. "Ok fine can I at least get put back to sleep so I don't feel the pain," I say. "Sure," the doctor says right before I feel a prick in my arm, and then I feel sleepy. "Thank you" I manage to say right before sleep overtakes me.

Flashback End

I take a deep breath to calm myself down, then I hop out of the car and lock it. I get to the front door and hear someone familiar talking angrily, "great I get here just in time to see Claire, that's just my luck" I think. I push open the door and walk inside, "what do you think you're doing here!" Claire growls.

"Relax Claire I'm not here to bother you," I say trying to stay calm. "Don't tell me to relax, I'm not the one who got fired for safety reasons!" Claire yells. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that" I apologise, "sorry, you are sorry, someone nearly died because of you and all you can say is your sorry, pathetic!" Claire says.

"Now she's done it," I think after I lose my cool and become furious, "I'm not here for general purposes! I am here to get experimented on! And do you want to know why, Because I want my job back, I am risking everything for a stupid job, and you cannot tell me I cannot be here since you do not own this island, you own the park, so stop telling me I can't be here because I can!" I bellow. "You're here to get experimented are you, let's see if that's true, Lillie can you please check for an appointment under the name of Barry Jeter?" Claire asks.

"Sure, thing misses Dearing," Lillie says politely. "Let's see If you're telling the truth if you are, I'll consider giving you your job back but don't talk to me like that again, understood?" Claire askes sternly, "understood" I repeat. "Barry Jetber has an appointment at 3 o'clock this afternoon, is there anything else you need miss Dearing?" the receptionist questions.

"No, I think that will be all, thank you Lillie" Claire answers over her shoulder. "So, you were telling the truth, I will consider giving your job back, but until then good luck with the experiment," Claire says then walks out, her heels making a clicking sound on the tiles as she walks. "Barry Jetber!" the receptionist calls, "yeah" I respond as I walk over to the desk. She waits until I am standing in front of her before she talks. "Please make your way over to room 8b it's on the second floor, corridor one, third room on the left, your doctor is waiting for you there" the receptionist informs me.

"Thank you," I say back to her while walking towards my destination. "At least someone is Polite," I think to myself. After about two minutes of walking, I see the room and jog the rest of the way there. "Barry I was starting to think you got lost, my name is Doctor Connor Duffy. Please come sit on the bed and pull your sleeve up and I'll be over with you in a second" the doctor says before walking over to a table with a syringe on it.

The syringe was filled with a red liquid substance that had bubbles hovering in the middle of the liquid, Connor looks confused when picks up the syringe, and that makes me worried. "That's weird I thought it was yellow, oh well who cares it's just a colour" Connor mumbled before walking over me with the needle of the syringe pointing towards the ceiling. "Ok hold still this might hurt a little, scrap that this will hurt a lot," he says right before stabbing me with the syringe and injecting the contents. At first, I feel no pain then I start to feel a stinging pain in my arm.

The singing starts to spread all over my body until no part of my body is not hurting. The stinging starts to get more intense and painful, and after about ten more seconds, it feels as if my body's submerged in hot molten lava. "W... when he said I... it will hurt a lot, I... I didn't think he meant this m... much" I struggle to think, because of the pain. I feel another prick in my arm, right before the pain, became at least bearable.

I realised that I was laying down now, so I sat up, "are you alright? you just started to wobble back in forth, then you fell back on to the bed and started groaning" Connor says fast. "Yes, it just hurt a lot that's all" I reassured, "hurt a lot is an understatement for what I just felt." "Ok, what I want you to do is go home and rest. I'll get someone to go over to your home and deliver food for you, is there anyone you want specifically to deliver your food?" Connor asks.

"Yes, there is, can you send Owen Grady?" I ask. "Sure, I'll get him to go over to your house," Connor says as helps me up and leads me to the door. "Ok bye Barry, good luck," Connor says, "bye thanks," I say before walking out the door. About 40 minutes later, I get home and lay on the couch as soon as I get inside. "Wonder if it worked," I think to myself before sleep consumes me.