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Ahura stood in silence at the funeral, not speaking a single word unless she was being spoken to, which was not at all. Whether it was her blank expression, the combination with her thick, long black dress or just that they didn't know what to say to her, she didn't know. Still, she was somewhat thankful for the silence of her own mind, she could focus better. It still didn't feel right, being in Costa Rica and knowing she wouldn't be getting on another plane for five years, but now wasn't the time to be thinking about it. Today was about Lexi and celebrating her life, and not the time to be dwelling on what has been done. "Ashes to ashes-"

"Dust to dust." She whispered along with the man, her eyes down as she put her folded hands in front of her, instead of on her side; possibly giving the impression she was praying and trying to be at peace with such devastation. The peace part was true, at least. She would miss Lexi; there was no doubt about that. Lexi still had such a bright life in front of her, she was going places in the world, but now she had fallen too short of it all, just like many bright people of the world. Resisting the urge to shake her head, Ahura raised her eyes to watch as the coffin disappeared into the ground, Lexi vanishing from her life indefinitely. Seeing it all happen right in front of her made it all too real, having to squeeze her eyes shut to prevent anymore tears from escaping. She'd shed enough already.

She looked to her left as a hand was placed on her shoulder, seeing Tim looking down at her with sad eyes. She offered a weak smile and patted the hand on her shoulder. "How are you holding up?" He questioned in a whisper, giving a small smile in return. He'd been crying that much was obvious, and it hurt to her to see Tim upset. He was a bright young man, and he didn't suit being sad.

"Better than you, I would think." Reaching up, she brushed some of his brown locks out of his face. He still looked very much like his boyish self, with his honey brown curls, freckles and sparkling eyes. It was hard to believe he'd just lost his big sister. "I should be asking how you're holding up."

"It doesn't feel real, you know..." He laughed slightly, people beginning to disband to prepare for the Wake: the full celebration of Lex's life. "It's a lot quieter though." Ahura managed a small laugh. Tim knew how to make people happy, even in the darkest times, to even raise himself out of a pit. "Hey, come on, laughter is the best cure."

"That is true, indeed." Ahura patted his hand again, both of them walking closer to the grave, looking down at the pristine coffin with a very confused expression on Ahura's face. "Why did she get buried in a dense forest area of Costa Rica?"

"It's a weird thing." Tim smiled, watching as the coffin got raised again now others had gone. "The family wanted her buried, but Lex wanted to be cremated. Suits her free spirit better. She was confined to her bed for most of her remaining months, there wasn't a chance in hell she was about to let her body rot." Tim shook his head slowly, a smile on his face. "She'll be burned in the coffin. She wanted it to be kindling."

"I swear if she demanded that there's wood shavings that's she's laying on I will punch her ghost."

"I'll keep quiet then." She stared up at him, an impish smile on his face. It was hard to be sad when Lex was getting her way, even in death. Lex would never stop until she got her way, and now she was even fooling family members who didn't agree with what she wanted. Of course she did. Of course she got exactly what she wanted. "I'm kidding, she doesn't have wood shaving in there."

"I sure hope she doesn't," wrapping an arm around his waist, Ahura tugged him slightly. "Come on, we'll come back when the flaming ring of hell is ready."

"Yeah..." Tim's voice had gone quiet again, Ahura pulling him away before he got too wrapped up in his own thoughts. God, it must be killing him to know his sister wasn't ever going to come back. They'd gotten so close after the events of Jurassic Park, and now she was gone forever. It was hurting Ahura that she was gone, so she couldn't imagine what Tim was going through, or even what their parents were going through. No one should have to bury their child. "At least I've still got you."

"At least you've still got me," Ahura agreed, both of them breaking through the forest and walking along the beach slowly. She saw how people were already leaving, but that was understandable. They'd already been here a week, so she doubted they wanted to be here any longer. The loss of Lex was too heavy on this island for them to stay for the Wake. Those who were leaving were distant family anyway. "How are your parents holding up?"

"Best they can, really." Tim shrugged, sitting down on a fallen tree and patting the space beside him for her to sit down. "I think it's only just sunk in with seeing the coffin, you know? Part of them could still deny her death until they saw the coffin. Now, there's no room left for denial, especially as they're coming to the cremation later."

"Is it just them and us going?" Ahura questioned lightly, tilting her head slightly and playing with the ends of her hair.

"Afraid so." Tim leaned back slightly, cracking his back. "Lex would want it that. The people she cares the most about being the only ones who see her true funeral, exactly the way she wanted."

"True." Ahura nodded her head once, looking out at the ocean. "I think we need to talk about something else for now..."

"Agreed," Tim nodded, raising an eyebrow in her direction. "How're things at Jurassic World?"

"You couldn't have picked something worse to talk about," Ahura rested her forehead in her hand, sighing deeply. "I've been kicked out for five years."

"What?!" Tim shot up, staring down at her with wide eyes. "Why? You were doing great there!"

"Apparently I've been coddling them," Ahura shot him a dry look, and received one in return. "They barely know anything about those Dinosaurs and now they're on their own."

"I'll talk to him." Tim nodded swiftly, beginning to pace a bit. "You're the only one who understands them; what if they can't deal with it?"

"Then someone is going to die," Ahura shrugged, still feeling very numb about the whole situation. "Whether it's one of my Dinosaurs, or one of the workers there. Somebody is going to die if this goes wrong."

"People dying is a risk all the time when you work with Carnivores, and I should know." Tim pursed his lips, shaking his head slowly and crossing his arms. "The bottom line is that these Dinosaurs have never been seen. They have the body blue print, but not the emotional or logic print; from what you've told me, they're smart, they're cunning and they'll know how to mess around with anyone else who comes in there."

"There won't be anyone else who goes in there." Tim stiffened on the spot as the words fell from Ahura's lip, slowly turning. If this was a lighter situation, you could've added the sound of a door slowly creaking open as he turned. There was fire slowly beginning to burn in his eyes, a long, slow breath being exhaled from his nose.

"So they'll completely alone…" He crossed his arms tightly over his chest. Shaking his head, he leaned against a tree with his eyebrows furrowed. "We are up to our tits in morons!" He threw his arms up, going back to pacing. "Morons, the lot of them!"

"You're telling me," Ahura rolled her eyes, intertwining her fingers in her lap. Tim let out an irritated 'ooh' sound, tapping his foot on the sand.

"I'll talk to them," Tim suddenly shot out, Ahura staring at him with wide eyes. "Point is: I've got enough prestige in this, well known enough in the Dinosaur world, I've got the experience when I was a kid and, best of all, I'm the grandchild of the original owner of Jurassic Park. I'll speak to Masrani about this, because let's be honest here, I'm calmer than you and more convincing than you." He shot her a pointed look. "When you're worked up you've got no way of controlling you're temper."

"Tim, no," Ahura reached up, taking his hand and sighing lightly. "You've managed to stay out for so long. They haven't contacted you since Jurassic Park, don't throw that away!"

"But maybe that's the problem," Tim's voice had gotten quite airy and near-whisper. "Because I've been kept out of things, they've had free reign. I lived through that damn park, and I should've kept involved when I got old enough. Hell, you're always keeping me updated on everything!" He ran a hand through his abundant curls, shaking his head slowly. "… I wasn't completely honest with you – about InGen contacting me."

"… Don't say it," Ahura slowly stood, her long hair falling down her back. "Don't say what I think you're about to say."

"A few years ago, they got in contact with me about a project; it sounded like a freakish mutant of a dinosaur the first time I heard about it, I won't lie to you."

"The Indominus Rex," Ahura leaned her arms against another tree, letting out a sound that was mix between a sigh and a scream. "What did they want?"

"My opinion. No one's been able to reach Dr Grant for years, so I was the next best option," Tim sat back down on the log, indicating for Ahura to join him. "They told me they were creating a new Dinosaur, but they wanted my opinion on whether or not to give it a handler. I said 'you're creating a dinosaur from scratch, do you honestly want to risk it not having a human to imprint on? If you do then you shouldn't be charge of making a dinosaur'. You would've thought they were three year olds!"

Ahura couldn't help but chuckle at the manner of Tim, watching as he shook his head like a disappointed parent before he continued his story. "I told them they'd need someone who was emotional enough to love them – nurture them – and then teach them what they need."

"Yeah look how that turned out,"

"Honesty Hour: have you told them everything you've told me?"

"No. I would've been booted off even sooner if I," Tim tilted his head slightly, waiting for an explanation. "They don't want creatures that are so intelligent that they write their names at nine months old, they want cold blooded killers – more like Rexy."

"Ha!" Tim slapped his knee, laughing for a moment. "You and I both know that, while she is a killer, she isn't stupid. Rexy is so intelligent and we know this,"

"Yeah, but the public never sees it. It's a waste really."

"And using the Indominus for their teeth and not their minds is the largest waste." Tim gave a boyish smile, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'm going to have a meeting with him, and there's nothing you can do to stop me," he flicked her nose lightly, standing up and helping her up. "Now, let's get you out of that dress and into something cooler for the burning ring of fire later – you must be boiling over!"

Xue:

She hadn't come back. The sun had set eight times, and Mother wasn't back. Something must've happened to her. She would never do this to us unless something happened. Reider was distressed, Chiari was - to quote Mother's man friend Owen - 'flipping her shit', which I'd learnt meant panicked or angry. I, on the other hand, was just incredibly concerned. Mother was our Alpha of sorts, at least in my mind, but Reider always disagreed with me. He was always saying that she was Matriarch (which I had learned was a female in charge of a family in our terms), instead of an Alpha. I suppose that would make more sense. She wouldn't be Alpha because she never hunted, she never joined in on usual pack things. Alphas don't have children in such a sense, only pack members, but Matriarchs did. Matriarchs are meant to always be with their family, to lead them while never loosing that gentle edge. Matriarchs don't abandon their family, and I hoped Mother hadn't. As horrible as it sounded in my mind, I hoped something had happened to her that would explain her absence. I miss her.

She had warned us before she left. I recall that well. Mother had told us that if she hadn't come back by the first sunset then something had gone wrong, but 'everything would be fine'. Perhaps she was reassuring us, just to make us feel better before we were deserted. I don't believe she abandoned us by choice, it was too out of character for her. She was a Matriarch (the more I truly thought on it, the more it was making sense), and it would go against everything she stood for... But not for others who came to mind.

Masrani, that horrible Vic man, Claire, Lowery, Derek (the man who sat in that glass prison above us). I knew their names, their voices, their faces. I knew them well, and knew them all. I knew those who wouldn't bar us from Mother. Owen, Maybelle, Barry, Alexis, Ahura... My mother's name, I knew that one exceptionally well. Such a pretty name. Lowery, perhaps, should be on this list as well, but he's too far under Masrani's thumb at this point.

None of us were as childlike and innocent as Mother thought we were. As they all thought we were. Perhaps this was a good thing. It was time to grow up and show them all. I would find out what happened. I would find out who took her from us. We would show them, when we were bigger, stronger and powerful. We would show them what we were capable of, because none of us would forget this.

My pack had been torn apart now, and I would forgive no one for it. I swore I would protect them (would that make me Alpha?) but Mother had disappeared, and I couldn't let this happen again. I had to protect my brother and sister from disappearing, no matter the costs of that. I don't care what happens to me, as I had to be Alpha now. I was the only one fierce enough to hold my ground and protect my small pack.

I hoped Mother would come back, despite everything. Just to be that ever-watchful eye again; she wouldn't ever let anything hurt us, and the thought of not having that terrified me. The thought of being at risk every moment was frightening, but this was a part of growing up and not relying on our mother any more. We all knew enough to keep ourselves alive, Mother had taught us plenty, so we should be fine, and yet I still want her to come back. She would give us puzzles and tests to keep our brains active and let them grow for proper cognitive function. I doubted we would get those now she was gone.

We weren't fools. We had learnt more than anyone - even Mother - knew, and I planned on keeping it that way. I planned for them not to know until we were ready, then they would know. They would know how much we knew, and they would regret it. We would play their game, fill the roles they wanted, but we had our own rules to add; so while we would play, it was for our own benefit and not for theirs, but we still had to make them believe that. When we were ready, we would make them pay. We would make them wish they had never taken her from us…

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