Survival 101 - (Muraco's Help and the Journal)

Survival 101 - Muraco's Help and the Journal
March 4th 2006
Blog Entry 6


When Muraco appeared to Luna's Avatars, sending the beasts away from each other, it also had them return to their initial, human forms. The warm light which came from the spirit would engulf them all, healing their wounds within a matter of seconds.

It looked at the three pack members: three of five that had once held a powerful bound despite the latest stories of the kid departing and the old man caring for himself and none other. It did not even send Alice a second, let alone one glance, worried about the remaining Urathas who looked up to it. It walked up to Damien next, licking at his wounds, making the bloody holes close on themselves until no trace of the incident was left.

A soft moan came from Ryan as he gained back his consciousness back - and to a point, his humanity back just as well - sitting up slowly and rubbing at his temples in pain and probably confusion as well.

Alice found herself rushing by Ryan's side, asking him if he was alright, if he was with her, and most importantly, if he was not going to lose it again. But he assured her he was fine. Shaken up, most definitely, but he was very much fine. Damien too, in the end, seemed to be alright, and by the time he, Alice and Ryan were able to sigh with relief that the whole ordeal was over, Muraco had retreated away.

Miguel, on the other hand, did not join them for that. He remained lifeless on the dirty and cracked floor, far from waking up like his packmates had. The woman walked up to him slowly, looking at him with a mixture of worry and perhaps hatred: he had been the one to turn into the savage beast first after all. She moved her knee down by his side, inspecting him carefully. Whatever she was looking for though, she would keep it to herself for the moment, but later... later it would come back to her, and later, she would laugh and cry over his chest. But for now, her emotions betrayed none of what would come. What she found however, by his side and drawn in his own blood, was the scarlet red picture of an encircled closed eye. It meant little to her, but perhaps it could come in handy later.

Once Alice mentioned she had shot Miguel with the tranquilizer gun, alarm came to Ryan and Damien's features. The toxin in his body could easily become deadly when in human form. It had been used to take down a Zi'ir after all, a beast uncontrollable and in such panic and guilt the best way to take it down without killing it was to use something as strong as what could take down an elephant. A normal human's nervous system would never survive the amount of tranquilizer juice.

But Damien was quick in the situation: perhaps an adrenaline rush would cancel the toxin's effects. There was still one more needle left from the gathering that had happened a while back to wake Nick from his coma. Damien struck the large needle in Miguel's heart, pumping the adrenaline into his body as he had previously with Nick. And much like Nick, Miguel's nerves went on edge, his body crisping and convulsing painfully until he would drop back on the ground, his eyes shut and his muscles limp, but with a heartbeat that soon gained a normal pace.

Time was not wasted then. The metallic table that could have served as a surgery table or a bed was set back in place by both Damien and Ryan while Alice watched, dumb folded by the latest events. That, and being unable to move because of a sudden pain below her left breast; one she tried to conceal, even to herself, and pass it as nothing but stress. Damien used whatever he could find: ropes, belts and chains for the most part, to bind Miguel to the table. If he were to awake with another rage, then let him find his way out of the restrains and give the three remaining Urathas a few moments to brace themselves rather then be surprised as they had been the first time.

Upstairs and away from its packmates eyes, the wolf spirit appeared once again, ripping the dreaded newspaper in pieces violently with both its teeth and claws. It rose its hind leg, and like any canine, peed on the remains, before vanishing into thin air once more.

Ryan and Damien, exhausted, but still fine, nevertheless, left the mess that had been made to go to the first floor to rest and drink from the unbroken bottles.

Alice decided to give Ryan his weapon back, heading back to the bedrooms on the top floor of the house. She could have kept it to herself, but with no more darts, it had been rendered useless. Well, at least for the moment. As she stepped out of the Luna's Avatars' Alpha's room, she strolled past Miguel's opened door, recalling the book she had thrown on the floor in her haste. As casually as it could have been her very own room, she pushed the door further open and stepped in.

The room was still dark, aside from the soft beam of moonlight that came through a small opening in the ceiling. Miguel's complexion was naturally slightly darker then the average white person - not by much, however - but it was still a wonder how his skin could not turn as grey as wax, living in darkness like he enjoyed doing so. His eyes would look redder, the bags under his eyes would probably turn darker, all that amplified with the mingled black hair. In the end, he would look like the living dead, to say the least. Maybe he was just lucky or it had not happened yet, Alice mused at the thought as she picked up the small book.

On it, she found the same symbol she had noticed Miguel had drawn with his blood.

When she opened the journal though, she found nothing but blank pages. She flipped through them quickly with her thumb and forefinger, sometimes licking at them for a better grip. Still, there was no writing. No scribbling or even the glimpse of a drawing.

She was rather disappointed, most probably hoping to find something with which she could corner Miguel into telling her what had happened to Nick, or just to find out the man's little secrets which she would be more then delighted to find and later use to her advantage.

But no, there was nothing. With a defeated sigh, she threw the empty journal over on the bed and left without giving the room or even the book a second glance.

(Note from Maria: The following of Survival 101, Session 1 happened on the forum. You can read what happened by following this link here: http://wtfchronicles.proboards52.com/index.cgi?board=roleplay&action=display&thread=1142301801 We suggest you read it for better understanding of what is next to come, really. :) Have fun! )

(End of Session 1)
To be continued...