Down on His Luck (Jurassic World Mpreg, Chapter 1)

Darkness. Complete darkness. That’s what Owen Grady woke up to.

Groaning, Owen tried to assess the damage done and didn’t get far, he certainly found out however, that it was tied down. His arms, his legs, chest, even his neck was being held down onto something metal and whatever it was, Owen couldn’t get it to give as his arms and legs were too heavy to even move, let alone try and pull himself up.

“Hey!” He tried to yell, but it came out as a small, raspy sound. “What the hell’s going on?”

“Well, well. He’s finally awake.” A familiar voice spoke from the darkness. “Pull on the lights, boys. The patient's awake!”

Patient? Owen yelled out sharply in pain as the lights suddenly illuminated the room, making him squeeze his eyes shut and his fists somehow clenched despite the numbness around them.

Finally, able to open his eyes fully, Owen could now register what looked like a giant warehouse, all bubbling away with what looked creatures in jars and a bunch of men working here and there, some looking at him a little wary before going back to their business.

“Sorry about them, they’re...more conformed to my standards and policies than I thought they would be.” A sigh came from beside him as a familiar face finally came into his view. “Then again, it wasn’t easy to find a lot of experienced help when the Park closed.”

“Wu.” Owen croaked out, anger radiating off his features at the man above him. “Still brainwashed by Hoskins?”

Dr. Henry Wu chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re a wise one Owen, but not wise enough. Hoskins, yes, was an piece of the plan, but you, you Owen..” He murmured, a hand landing on Owen’s arm gently. “You are going to be part of it now since he can’t.”

“Fuck off!” Owen seethed, trying to pull himself up and failing. “You ain’t doing shit with me!”

“I beg to differ as I already have.” Wu frowned, watching as he struggled, nodding his head to an assistant that came forward, filling a small syringe with fluid from a small cabinet nearby before walking over, waiting expressionless. “I just hope you don’t tear your stitches out before they fall out themselves. These precious cargo need a home, you know.”

"STITCHES? WAIT, CARGO!?" Owen finally got his voice back, managing to pull himself up a fair bit, but causing him pain somewhere bad, causing Wu to step back and the assistant to move forward. “Are you fucking nuts!?”

Wu just looked at something in the distance before nodding to his assistant, starting to walk away. “Make him sleep, we need to return him to the containment area and throw Dearing off his location.“

“Wu, Wu goddammit, what did you do to me!?” Owen pulled at his restraints, feeling something being injected into his arm before he started to go lightheaded, the edges around him becoming dark.

“W...W…Wu...” The world finally faded away around him as he fell, darkness surrounding him again.

He could have sworn that he heard someone say ‘the island’, but couldn’t hear as he slipped away, unaware of just what was going to happen to him.