//------------------------------// // Journal Entry 1 (Arrival) // Story: The Key to evolution (Remake) // by Fluffyyeti //------------------------------// Journal Entry One Arrival After the group finally shook off the mental images that they had been unwantedly graced with, they prepared to dive headfirst into their father’s past. Unfortunately, Fate looked to have grown seriously uncertain about wanting to even know anything else about her dad. She shifted in her seat as she looked at Mira. "Mira I don't feel excited anymore. Why did Dad feel the need to warn us about his" - Fate shivered - "Libido." Mira shrugged as she thought about a reasonable response. "Fate, I think he did that because he wanted us to know the truth. Do you believe it would have been nicer of him to let us dive headfirst into this Journal and come to find out that he was part of an orgy or something?" A groggy slur from Devon surprised the bunch. "Someone say something about an orgy? Ladies! The object of your desire has arrived!" Devon sat up with his arms high in the air and wearing a look of confidence. Mira rolled her eyes as she looked at her brother with disgust. "Oh, of course that would wake you up from your stupor." The look of excitement contorted to a look of disgust when he noticed Mira. "Eww, you mean you’re part of my harem? That is so wrong!" Devon looked around the room frantically. "Wait, where's my harem!" Mira chuckled heartily. "Looks like you bored them and they went to go find a real pack leader." "Oh, she burned you good." Martial laughed as he pointed at his now red faced brother. "Hey Mira, what does stupor mean?" Mira wrapped her aura around a dictionary on her desk and threw it at Martial. "Look it up yourself; I'm not your walking dictionary!" "Might as well be for all the times you've corrected him." Devon retorted. Mira ignored here flank face of a brother and continued her conversation with her mortified sister. "Fate, stop thinking about an orgy or you'll make yourself sick." Mira rubbed Fate’s head with her hoof. "Come on Fate, this will be interesting to look into at least; I promise you won’t be disappointed. If I see a part that I feel won’t be appropriate for you I will just ask you to leave. Deal?" Fate nodded her head in agreement; but she held a look as if someone slapped her with a rotting fish fillet. Her face was greener than usual, but she held strong to hear Davis's tale. Without waiting another minute Mira reopened the journal and attempted to read the outrageously messy handwriting. You ever get that strange feeling before you wake up? You know the one I'm talking about; that feeling where you know something is wrong. You would usually expect to see your friends or family preparing to prank you by sticking your hand in a pot of warm water, making you wet yourself; or someone filling one of your hands with shaving cream so you would wake up looking like some messed up version of Saint Nick. But no, I didn't get that cozy waking experience. I woke up with myself being surrounded by burnt forest vegetation and vermin carcasses; not to mention that I was covered in ash and standing there with my pride just flapping in the gentle breeze. Yep you guessed it, I was surrounded by dead furry creatures while I was naked. To say the least I've had better days. Inside the memory Davis looked around his surrounding in shock, still trying to absorb what was happening. As he tip-toed across what was believed to be a charred wolf, his brain was constantly working on a way to rationalize everything. Ok drugs are out of the equation since I don't touch that shit. Maybe that drink I shared with Aunt Loraine did something to me; but that still doesn't explain how I came here. Davis paced in frustration as his brain tried to pull ideas from thin air. The naked human stopped for a split second as a look of absolute fear crossed his face. There is no way that aliens would be involved; right? No, that's not possible, everyone knows aliens don’t exist. Why can't I remember anything? I was laying down in bed and . . ." Davis scrunched his eyes shut as he tried desperately to force himself to remember. Sadly the only thing he conjured up was a seriously painful headache. This is stupid, what the hell! Shaking off his mental rant Davis finally realized that he was naked. Oh, that's just bloody perfect! Now I need to make some sort of covering for my junk since it doesn't look like there's a town nearby. What the hell am I supposed to use for material, tree bark? Ok, well its either that I make my own pants or I steal from someone else. Whatever its survival of the fittest. While Davis turned to run into the forest that was still green and alive he heard what sounded like bushes being ruffled. Davis turned and looked behind him to see that a good distance away thin pine trees and various bushes were moving as something or someone headed straight for him. Davis sensed that it was maybe a hiker or somebody along those lines. Knowing that he would soon be clothed brought a smile to his face. Well what do you know, my luck is changing for the better after all. I better hide myself if I’m going to catch them off guard.   As quick as humanly possible, Davis hid behind a large dead tree trunk. Lucky for him, his hiding spot had shrubs that hid him from all angles of sight. It wasn't long before the rustling stopped and a pair of voices could be heard on the other side of his hiding spot. One voice sounded deep while the other was stuffy like when you clamp your nose shut. The deep voiced individual huffed and puffed from what seemed to be a strenuous hike. "Where is that creature supposed to be? I know it landed here since the land is scorched; Boss said he would be here! I'm too tired to deal with this crap right now; why is it that almost every job I get stuck with there are always complications?" "Shut up and keep tracking! Do you want to go back and tell our boss that you didn't find him? By all means, please do; I would love to have a new and less bitchy partner!" The stuffy nosed voice retorted back causing his partner to humph in annoyance. "I swear, when this is all over, I'm going to hang you by your own entrails you filthy rat!" That only caused the stuffy one to chuckle heartily. "Oh, I will hold you to that, partner; for your sake I hope you’re a light sleeper." That shifted the atmosphere in his favor since his partner seemed to have gotten the hint. "Now again, start tracking for that creature. The sooner we get done the sooner you get to -- what was it? Hang me by my entrails? Oh, I can't wait to see you try it." "Whatever.  Out of my way, you trash-eating bastard." Davis now shivered with fear. He now knew that whoever these guys were he was no match for them, and that they weren't leaving fast enough for him to get comfortable. So much for defenseless hikers, whoever they are they most definitely came armed if they’re hunting for me. This is not good! Who the hell are these guys? Are they mafia, or maybe even just some random gang? Great I'm naked and I'm being hunted? Ok, don't jump to conclusions: They may not even be after me. I might just be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I'll chance a look here to see who I'm dealing with. Davis parted one of the bushes that hid him to take a quick glance at the supposed hunters, and what he saw made him intake his breath sharply. In Davis's eyesight he noticed what looked like a werewolf and some kind of rat hybrid. The werewolf was huge: He was Davis's height but he was built sturdier than a bricked-up shit house. He had short grey fur with blackened tips, while his wardrobe was nothing more than a pair of ripped-up black shorts and the skull of some kind of saber-toothed cat planted on his right shoulder. His partner on the other hand was a four-foot-tall Frankenstein horror. He was a skinny pale-white furred rat humanoid; that much was easy to figure out. His pink eyes had a bloodthirsty gleam to them; his chest piece looked like scraps of rusted metal clumsily tied together. Unlike his partner, he carried a wolf skull on his left shoulder. The face he was graced with was something a blind mother could have loved. His scar covered muzzle was something of a freakish repair job. It looked like his muzzle was half flesh and half dark-brown rubber: almost like someone took a massive swing at him and cleaved off a nice chunk of his nose and whiskers. Oh hell no, fate; you are not screwing me this hard, are you? You know, why can't it be something less intimidating like Marvin the Martian! But no, you had to send me a steroid-infused mutt and some mad scientist’s pet rat!    Davis retreated back into his hiding spot as he tried to keep quiet. Several minutes went by and the creatures still hadn't left; the wait was starting to grind on the nerves of the naked human. The werewolf walked around in a circle, constantly sniffing the surrounding area. The rat was starting to get more annoyed at his partner for taking so long. "Vergo, hurry the hell up! For all we know he could be miles from us, since you’re taking your sweet time sniffing him out!" The Werewolf Vergo looked at his partner in confusion. "I don't understand; all I smell is this blasted ash! The ash is overpowering all other smells; it’s impossible to track him by scent, Nergul!" Nergul sighed in distress. "I asked for a professional tracker and I get you. Get out of my way; I will look for his tracks without your useless talent." The rat started to walk around the burnt site until he saw that a trail of ash had been scuffed together with fresh dirt. Unfortunately for Davis, that trail of dirt just happened to lead straight to where he was hiding. Nergul silently chuckled and raised his clawed hand up, waving his partner over. Um, I don't like this at all. Why did it get quiet all of a sudden? The only reason for them to go silent is if they left or if they found  -- oh, this isn't good.   Davis glanced behind him only to see the ugly mug of Nergul smiling at him through the bushes. "Hello, son of Adam." That was enough to make Davis jump out of his skin and hightail it away from the creatures. Nergul lunged at the naked human; Davis could have sworn that Nergul sliced off the tips of a few hairs on his neck with that deadly swing. After Nergul missed his mark, he landed on his knees and growled malevolently as he got up, only to see the naked humans ass cheeks as they disappeared into the brush. "Vergo, what are you doing! You’re just going to let him escape? Vergo came out from where Davis was hiding only a few seconds ago. "Sorry about that I couldn't tell which way he went." Nergul snarled and glared at his partner. Slowly but steadily he advanced towards the bewildered wolf. Vergo growled and returned Nergul’s glare in a sad attempt to scare his now-fuming partner. "Nergul you’re wasting time; we need to get that human!" Nergul was showing his true colors now. He snarled and hissed as drool started to fall from between both his real and fake sharp teeth. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing Vergo; I'm removing a weak link from the alliance. You wanted a chance to gut me? Well here it is pup. Don't miss, because I won’t." Reality finally reached the tiny brain of the muscle bound dog. "Nergul I was only joking with you; you should have known that." The rat gained a cruel smile after his partners last reply. "Funny, I wasn't." Deeper into the Forest Davis was running full speed, not given a chance to look back and see if his pursuers were hot on his trail. He had been running for at least fifteen minutes straight, and his feet were starting to tear up and bleed from all the sharp thorns and rocks that littered the forest floor. I need to stop for a breather:;I can't go on like this. There has to be some kind of shelter or at least a place to hide somewhere around here. Davis went behind a large oak tree to look back and see if he was followed. "Ya, that's right! Just try to keep up, mutants!" Davis said with a smug grin. Putting his arrogance aside Davis noticed a large cave off to his right. Yes sir, that will do nicely. As far as I'm concerned, that's as good as a Four Seasons hotel. Davis reached the mouth of the cave and collapsed with right his hand on his chest. You know what, this isn't so bad. I think I can stay here awhile and recover. But seriously, what the hell did those things want with me? I haven't done anything wrong - a goofy smile came to his lips - Ok, well, lately I haven't done anything wrong. At least nothing that should have me in this situation. Whatever, I will deal with it later. Before he even closed his eyes to have the sandman put him to sleep, he heard a deep rumbling sound; it was very close. While Davis laid on his back, he looked deeper into the cave only to notice that he wasn't alone. Deep in the cave, staring back at him, was some other creature from either myth or of science gone horribly wrong. It was a giant golden haired male lion that possessed the black wings of a bat and, if that wasn't bad enough, it also had the tail of a scorpion that swung side to side like a cat’s tail does when it’s getting ready to pounce on a defenseless mouse. The eyes Davis had could easily rival the size of dinner plates. With all that had been happening, he had only one thing to say: "Ok, that's bullshit."