The Gene Chronicles

[Fi Skirata]

Here is my new fan fic, instead of bios, it will be a running story that I will hopefully add to at least once a week. I came up with the idea when I read a news story the other day. Enjoy!!!

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Chapter 1:

Darkness… Swallowing darkness. The room seemed to be engulfed in it as we performed our studies. One could say that this darkness should have been a warning as to what our experimentation would lead to. At the time, I and my colleagues had no idea the kind of person we worked for, and what his true intent was. This moment though, we were focused on our work which sat on a lab table in the center of the room. This thing was an egg, an egg like no other, and one that symbolized a great triumph for mankind. After the success of using DNA to clone, and eventually bring back, Wooly Mammoths as a compatible species, or employer decided to take it to the next level. It is was his idea to start cloning different species of extinct creatures and selling them to zoos. This task was split between 18 groups of scientists, with myself having been assigned the job of producing a living Kentrosaurus specimen. So far, it had worked. As me and my assistant stood over the egg, it began to shake and quiver as if it were shocked with electricity. Then the tooth poked out as it slowly worked to make a hole in the shell. After five minutes, the healthy baby was sitting in the remains of the shell, simply staring. I turned to my assistant, Francis, “It worked, the cloning worked, the implantation worked, it all came together perfectly. We must inform the boss quickly, hurry man!” After Francis had made a mad dash to the phone and contacted our superiors, we passed the time by performing test on the subject. When the door opened four men stepped inside, but I recognized none of them. “Is the specimen healthy?” Asked the leading man. “I should say so!” I replied, “It appears to be a perfect specimen, though we will have to study it for a while longer to be sure.” At this point, two of the men stepped forward with a small cage and stuck the baby Kentrosaurus inside. “What are you doing?” I cried out. “You cannot move it, do you realize how fragile it is?” “Trust me Dr., we are well aware of the risks, but we have our orders, one of which is to take you with us." With that I was pinned between the two other men and forced to leave the room. What is this, what has happened, what have I done? I thought as we marched down the dark corridor…

To give you an idea, here is an image of a Kentrosaurus:

[Son of Arathorn]

Great writing, but the Repulsors fight for Jandar.

[Fi Skirata]

the Repulsors fight for Jandar.

Woops. I will fix that quickly, thanks for pointing that out.

[Dwarvenwarrior123]

cool their is another thread similar thread but with fanfics everyone writes differently
link here

[TGRF]

Someone has already made unofficial bios. I can't think where it is, but there is a thread exactly like this elsewhere.

[Fi Skirata]

I knew I should have done a search, oh well. I might use this thread for a different fic then, seeing as this topic has been done before. This time I will use the search button first.

[Son of Arathorn]

Or, y'know, pursue what you think the bios should be like. Just sayin'.

[Fi Skirata]

I have updated the front with the new story, I had not realized that their were already three other thread for the bios. Hope you enjoy.

[TGRF]

Ah, an intriguing story. Might want to run it through word or something first to double check grammar, but still, pretty good. Not many people write from the first person, and I don't think I have ever tried. The person who can is definitely a good writer. Keep up the good work! Also, is this HeroScape? Is it going to tie in later, or is it not related?
EDIT: Unoffical Bios found it. Thanks, lefton4ya.
Edit for aspiring authors: This comment was written before I knew why anyone writes in the first person. Writing in the first person helps establish the protagonist's thoughts, and provides his reactions to the events of the novel. It makes the protagonist care about what is going on. This is a great thing to incorporate into character development, as it makes the protagonist more, for lack of a better word, 'likeable.' Writing in the first person is a great way for new authors to fix their characters without even really trying. (Do not rely on it alone, though. The reader still has to want to read about the protagonist.)

[Fi Skirata]

Thanks for the compliments TGRF! In answer to your question, no, I do not believe I will end up incorporating it into Valhalla. Here is the next installment:

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Chapter 2:

I had been lead into a small room, which, albeit comfortable, was still a prison cell. I had been kept here for seven days already, with only one window from which to look out upon the world. As far as my assistant and the Kentrosaurus go, I had heard no news concerning them, or any news at all for that matter. All I could deduce is that, whatever my boss wanted with the Kentrosaurus, It wasn’t what we were originally told. As I sat in the darkness of my cell, I heard footsteps coming from down the hall towards me. I had only gotten visits from a guard carrying food prior to this, so I was excited at the prospect of possibly seeing someone else. The footsteps stopped right outside my door, and I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. The door was opened slowly and in stepped two guards and a smaller man in civilian clothing. It was this man who interested me, for he appeared to be of a Middle Eastern descent, but was wearing a pair of Khaki pants and a blue T-shirt.
“You are Dr. Polus Y. Salet, correct?” asked the strange man in a heavy Arabian accent. “Do you know why you are here?” I shook my head no. “Well then, you are going to have an, how you say, interesting night.” He told me, that at exactly 7:00 PM I was supposed to look out my window, and everything would reveal itself, and then he left me alone in my cell. At precisely 7:00 I looked out my window, I did not see anything different at first, just the city sprawled out before me as it always was. Then I began to hear it, the sound of airplanes, what sounded like hundreds. An attack, on American soil, surely not! I thought to myself. As the planes came nearer and nearer, I began to see that they were dropping a stream of tiny items, while others where lowering bigger things to the ground. As I stared at the silhouettes, I saw something familiar with their shape, then I realized. They were lowering dinosaurs, full grown dinosaurs! Somehow they had influenced the growth rate in the tiny babies, causing them to reach full maturity within several days. The planes dropping the tiny items passed over the building I was in, so I opened the window and stuck out my hand, and promptly caught one of the objects. As I inspected it, I saw it was a seed, one that started to grow in my hand! I promptly threw it out the window at sat down on my cot. What have I helped to do? I thought as the raining of seeds and the dropping of dinosaurs continued. What did these people want and what was their plan? I would soon find the answer for one of these questions as the dinosaurs slowly smashed through the city. Oh God, what have I done!

[Fi Skirata]

Sorry for the short chapters, but I am not to good at setting things up, but I do well when the action starts, which will begin here in Chapter 3.

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Chapter 3:

It had been about a week before I was visited again, and on this visit I was set free of my prison and escorted out of the building. I don’t know why I felt happy, for there was nothing for me to go to anymore, but I guess it was the simple joy of being free. As I walked down the empty streets I encountered a feeling of sorrow at the great losses, but at the same time, a joy at the fact that my experiment had worked, in a sense. As I walked, my ears rang with the sounds of my second conversation with my captor. “Did you truly think that we would only have one of the creatures, the one you breed? No, we followed your exact process as you were working, using it for any creature we wanted, and at birth we altered their growth genes, allowing them to reach adulthood in a few days. The shot we then gave them stopped the growth, and though they will not live out a long life, they will pass their genes to their children. This will cause many generations of quickly maturing creatures, until it eventually wears away, but by then it will be too late, won’t it.” I did not see any creatures our people as I walked, but I did see the signs of destruction. Buildings with holes in them, with some of the smaller ones completely destroyed. Cars flipped over, gored, or ripped apart and strewn everywhere. Meanwhile, the quick growing seeds had already started to grow in the city, in anyplace that had soil. Some overtaking other trees that had been growing in the city, vines were growing out of the sewer grates, and some small plants where growing in planter boxes. The trees themselves were already four feet tall, and were growing as I watched, and the grass and moss were growing in the cracks in the road and the sidewalk that the tree’s roots created. It was at this time that I began to see the bodies.
The first lay in the rubble of a building, I could tell it was a woman only by the fragments of clothes left behind, for the rest was just bones. I started to see more and more dead as I continued on, some had been stripped down to the bones by predators, but others were more grotesque, and I must admit that I vomited several times after seeing a couple of the bodies. After I had wandered for several hours, I realized that it was growing dark, and that I would have to gain shelter soon, for night would be when the predators would be about. Seeing a seemingly intact hotel building, I went inside and started to search for a room. The first floor was mass chaos and destruction, but I didn’t want a room with a window that close to the ground anyway, so I walked up the stairs towards the second floor. When I got there, the door to that floor was hanging awkwardly on its hinges, and from glancing in I saw that it was not in good shape as well. At the third floor, something appeared to be moving around, and it wasn’t a person, so I left the door alone. I passed the fourth, fifth, and sixth floor, finally opting to enter the seventh floor, which appeared okay. I locked the door and proceeded to check the entire floor, which was entirely clean, the little bit of disturbance seemed to have been caused by people running away in panic. As I went back towards the stairwell door to blockade it, I saw it was ajar. Needless to say, I quickly left that floor, fearing what might have gotten in, and climbed up to the penthouse suite. The door was closed but unlocked, and I quickly stepped in closed it and locked it. This time, the check only took a couple minutes, and when I got back to the door it was still closed.
I quickly proceeded to block the entrance with chairs and the one small table in the room. I then walked into the bedroom and secured its lock and barricaded it with a small nightstand and some lamps, which, though not much, would be a warning at the very least.
I did not sleep much the entire night, and for the short time that I did doze of I was plagued by nightmares. When I awoke in the morning I removed my barricade and walked out of the bedroom into the main room. Seeing as the other barricade was still intact, I opened up the fridge and had one of the bottles of water, and grabbed a small bag of chips. As I sat on the floor, I began to notice a sound on the stairs. Footsteps! I looked out the peephole to see a young man running up the stairs toward my penthouse. I quickly removed the barricade (almost too quickly, making me doubt its effectiveness) and opened the door. The man had just reached my landing and gratefully jumped inside. It was at this moment that I saw what had been chasing him, and recognized it as a Herrerasaurus. “We have to barricade this door now!” I shouted as I attempted to lock the door, but it was too late, the Herrerasaurus leaped at it and splintered it in half…

A picture of a Herrerasaur:

[Fi Skirata]

Due to an upcoming test in Physics and Spanish, I don't believe I will have the next chapter up for a little while. Also, does putting up the pictures of the different dinosaurs help as I introduce them? Our is it kind of monotonous?