HUNTER

PROLOGUE
He was stranded on the island, and he knew he would never get off of it. He had heard the stories, knew about the deaths, the killings. He knew he would die on this island. Never see his family again.

He was Dr. Arnold Crichton, paleontologist. he had been the leading force in carnivorous dinosaurs for the last 20 years. He was widely considered to be the single greatest paleontologist of the past hundred years, almost all of paleontologys existence. And it would all end today. He knew it would. End in blood, and he would see it coming, possibly even see it happen.

If things worked out that way. Crichton heard a rustling in the bushes ahead of him. A snarl. A hiss.

Then four, maybe five flashes. Pain in his side. Something warm spiklling into his lap, he later knew to be his intestines. He thought of his wife, son, daughter.

His son.......daughter..........

They knew what to do. At least his son did. They knew where he was. Knew to have it all destroyed.

He reached for his tranquilizer pistol and randomly fired a few blanks. I was stupid he thought. Should've loaded it. Or, to save him the time he should never have come.

But it was too late now. Far, far too late.

He felt a chunk of flesh come out of his side. Blood spilled onto the sand and washed into the sea as the tide came up. More bites, excrutiating pain. It would all be over soon. Too soon.

No time left. His children could fix it. He knew they could. Or at least, his son could. He knew that.

Maybe not the daughter though.

Everything went black.

Missing
Joey Crichton was frustrated.

"Where the hell is dad?!"

"I don't know." His sister, Ellie said to him. She seemed unconcerned about her father's mysterious disapperance. She never was concerned about anything.