Jurassic Park<sup>TM</sup> III Novelization by Scott Ciencin Page A
Authors: Scott Ciencin
Tags: Fiction
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Horrified, Eric was about to scream when he heard a sharp cry above him.
Caahhhhhrrr!
Eric looked up to see six Pteranodon hatchlings closing in on him with their sharp-edged beaks.
Eric knew he’d just become this Pteranodon family’s version of fast food—a snack picked up for the kiddies. A human Happy Meal!
But Eric wasn’t about to give up. He’d learned the hard way how to make the most out of the least bit around him.
Taking the human skull in one hand and a heavy dinosaur thighbone in the other, Eric brandished his makeshift weapons as the hungry hatchlings chittered and screeched and came at him.
Paul reached the canyon wall, turned a corner, and ran along a second enclosed catwalk leading deeper into the canyon.
Amanda and Alan came pounding down the catwalk, trying to keep up.
“Where is he?” Amanda shouted to Paul. “Can you see him?”
Paul turned and shouted back. “I’m trying! That thing took him down this way!”
Alan heard a sound far above. He looked up to see Billy leaning out one of the huge observation deck windows. He felt a sudden chill as he guessed what Billy was about to do.
“Billy, wait!” Alan yelled.
His assistant looked back. “It’s okay. I know the consequences.”
Alan watched helplessly as Billy leaped from the ledge—and plunged into the canyon below. Billy fell past Alan and the Kirbys, plummeting like a stone toward certain death.
Then a colorful wing suddenly unfurled above him—it was the Dino-Soar parasail he’d retrieved from Eric and Ben’s crash site!
Billy caught an updraft and started to rise.
With a look of fierce determination, Billy swooped dangerously close to the canyon wall, then headed in the direction in which Eric had been taken.
Eric was covered in sweat. The adrenaline that had kept him going this long was beginning to fade.
Swinging the bone like a sword and using the skull as a shield, Eric smacked the beak of a hatchling that had almost gotten close enough to bite his arm. Only a minute ago, that wouldn’t have happened. He was getting tired. Running out of juice.
The hatchlings seemed to sense his weariness. They redoubled their attack, forcing Eric to one side of the nest. He risked a glance over the edge and saw only a huge drop.
No way out,
he thought.
A blur of motion came from the sky. Eric tensed, worried that the hatchling’s mother was returning.
Chancing a look up, he cried out with joy at the sight of Billy swooping overhead, using the parasail chute to fly. But Billy was too high to reach him!
“Eric! Hold on!” called Billy.
Eric hefted the skull and bone as the hatchlings moved closer—and attacked again!
Paul rounded a corner and finally caught sight of Eric in the nest, a hundred feet away. His son was fighting the hatchlings.
“Hang on, Eric!” Paul shouted. He doubted his son could hear him.
The catwalk led to a rocky area near Eric. But just ahead, there was a break where a section had fallen out. It was a jump of at least twelve feet. Paul didn’t know if he could make it.
Paul heard Amanda and Alan coming up behind him and ignored their calls. He cast aside his fear, steeling himself for the jump.
He drew a deep breath.
And hesitated.
His hesitation cost him. Suddenly, a second Pteranodon crash-landed on the catwalk’s enclosure above them, right next to a gaping hole in the mesh. The catwalk groaned with the extra weight.
The Pteranodon jammed its head through the hole, snapping at them.
Alan, Paul, and Amanda turned to head the other way. The Pteranodon lifted into the air and came down in front of them, lunging through another hole in the mesh, blocking their escape.
All along the cliff face, the metal catwalk supports groaned with the strain. Joints creaked, and sections of the catwalk began to sway.
Eric kicked and swung at the hatchlings. He wouldn’t be able to fight them off much longer!
With a
whoosh,
Billy finally swooped down.
Eric dropped the skull and bone and
Horrified, Eric was about to scream when he heard a sharp cry above him.
Caahhhhhrrr!
Eric looked up to see six Pteranodon hatchlings closing in on him with their sharp-edged beaks.
Eric knew he’d just become this Pteranodon family’s version of fast food—a snack picked up for the kiddies. A human Happy Meal!
But Eric wasn’t about to give up. He’d learned the hard way how to make the most out of the least bit around him.
Taking the human skull in one hand and a heavy dinosaur thighbone in the other, Eric brandished his makeshift weapons as the hungry hatchlings chittered and screeched and came at him.
Paul reached the canyon wall, turned a corner, and ran along a second enclosed catwalk leading deeper into the canyon.
Amanda and Alan came pounding down the catwalk, trying to keep up.
“Where is he?” Amanda shouted to Paul. “Can you see him?”
Paul turned and shouted back. “I’m trying! That thing took him down this way!”
Alan heard a sound far above. He looked up to see Billy leaning out one of the huge observation deck windows. He felt a sudden chill as he guessed what Billy was about to do.
“Billy, wait!” Alan yelled.
His assistant looked back. “It’s okay. I know the consequences.”
Alan watched helplessly as Billy leaped from the ledge—and plunged into the canyon below. Billy fell past Alan and the Kirbys, plummeting like a stone toward certain death.
Then a colorful wing suddenly unfurled above him—it was the Dino-Soar parasail he’d retrieved from Eric and Ben’s crash site!
Billy caught an updraft and started to rise.
With a look of fierce determination, Billy swooped dangerously close to the canyon wall, then headed in the direction in which Eric had been taken.
Eric was covered in sweat. The adrenaline that had kept him going this long was beginning to fade.
Swinging the bone like a sword and using the skull as a shield, Eric smacked the beak of a hatchling that had almost gotten close enough to bite his arm. Only a minute ago, that wouldn’t have happened. He was getting tired. Running out of juice.
The hatchlings seemed to sense his weariness. They redoubled their attack, forcing Eric to one side of the nest. He risked a glance over the edge and saw only a huge drop.
No way out,
he thought.
A blur of motion came from the sky. Eric tensed, worried that the hatchling’s mother was returning.
Chancing a look up, he cried out with joy at the sight of Billy swooping overhead, using the parasail chute to fly. But Billy was too high to reach him!
“Eric! Hold on!” called Billy.
Eric hefted the skull and bone as the hatchlings moved closer—and attacked again!
Paul rounded a corner and finally caught sight of Eric in the nest, a hundred feet away. His son was fighting the hatchlings.
“Hang on, Eric!” Paul shouted. He doubted his son could hear him.
The catwalk led to a rocky area near Eric. But just ahead, there was a break where a section had fallen out. It was a jump of at least twelve feet. Paul didn’t know if he could make it.
Paul heard Amanda and Alan coming up behind him and ignored their calls. He cast aside his fear, steeling himself for the jump.
He drew a deep breath.
And hesitated.
His hesitation cost him. Suddenly, a second Pteranodon crash-landed on the catwalk’s enclosure above them, right next to a gaping hole in the mesh. The catwalk groaned with the extra weight.
The Pteranodon jammed its head through the hole, snapping at them.
Alan, Paul, and Amanda turned to head the other way. The Pteranodon lifted into the air and came down in front of them, lunging through another hole in the mesh, blocking their escape.
All along the cliff face, the metal catwalk supports groaned with the strain. Joints creaked, and sections of the catwalk began to sway.
Eric kicked and swung at the hatchlings. He wouldn’t be able to fight them off much longer!
With a
whoosh,
Billy finally swooped down.
Eric dropped the skull and bone and
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