"Their speed is incredible"
Super Speed: superior (rank 2)
Diary Entry: January 13 1838
These savages are fools. But that's all the better for us I suppose. It's been barely a month and already they appear to trust us, letting us into their homes, giving us food and shelter. And for what? Our cheapest, lowest quality rum is more than enough for them to allow us to do as we please, take what we want. If they were human we’d have their women as well.
I don't know why they accept our rum so gladly. They can't take it; they mustn't have ever experienced alcohol before now. Why, last night, practically the entire tribe was in a drunken fury. But that was when we found out about them. What they can do.
I didn't take part in the festivities, though I allowed some of my men to. But I could see them, dancing around that fire. So drunk, so depraved. Inevitably, in their state, there was a fight. And then one of them started running. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. The speed the creature moved was incredible. The beast was a blur, my eyes could barely follow. Amazement, however, gave way to fear. If they, in a pathetic, intoxicated state, could move that quickly, how fast must they have been sober? What kind of threat did something like that pose us?
"Our bullets cannot catch them"
Reaction Speed: superior (rank 2)
My fears were soon proven to be justified. The running creature made a turn, and came right toward where I and the village elder had been overseeing the drinking. Though we had not yet come to master each other’s language, we'd achieved a form of basic communication. And the high squeal of the elder was an expression of fear. It knew this creature, and it was no ally.
I raised my rifle in protection of the elder. There was no better way to endear myself than to save the life to their respected leader. But before I could aim, its speed had already brought it upon its target, biting and clawing at him. But now the beast was at close range, I had an easy shot. But it was not to be. I fired, and it leaped off the elder. It was unharmed. I don't know how it could possibly have been that fast, but it actually dodged the bullet. I was in utter shock. Fortunately, a pair of guards (doubtless their inaction prior to this was because of the rum) assaulted the attacker, bringing the monster down.
The sheer speed of the savages here is incredible. We must continue to study them.
Digging: standard (rank 1)
Victor turned away from the diary. Once more, he'd allowed him mind to wander. He instead turned to the newspaper he'd managed to steal away in his last trip outside. He laughed quietly to himself. They'd told the public.
THE DAILY MAIL February 04 1870
BECKETT’S MONSTER FINALLY BETRAYS US
For years, we have warned the public about the dangers of Lord Beckett’s inhuman creature being allowed to exist in our society. Now, THE DAILY MAIL can reveal that the beast has turned down a polite request directly from Her Majesty to serve the country it owes its life to, brutally assaulting some of the fine men from our countries military.
Inspectors are currently unable to locate the monster, which leads us to believe it is being protected. Most likely, it has terrified a poor family into keeping him hidden. If anyone has any information-
Victor stopped reading. The story had more glaring inaccuracies than could be believed. He never attacked anyone. He defended himself. The request certainly wasn't polite. More importantly, and fortunately for Victor, they had made one other major mistake. There was nobody protecting him. He'd forced nobody to hide him. This place, he’d built by himself, with his own claws and teeth. As long as his pursuers were ignorant of that, Victor knew he was safe.
Victor retreated back into his own mind again, his thoughts turning to the diary once again.
"Vicious weapons on hand and foot"
Slashing Weapon: standard (rank 1)
September 19 1838
We've done it. Finally, the finest chemists that we brought with us to the island have created something that we can combat these things with. And tonight, we get to use it. They've invited us to their yearly feast, and we've offered to prepare the main meal, and plenty of alcohol, to honour their hospitality.
These savages are idiots.
September 20 1838
It's done. These monsters will not be a threat to our occupation of this island. We need only look toward the Americas to see what problems primitive humans can cause. These monsters are something else entirely. We could not risk trying to civilise them. This was the only way.
It wasn’t without a heavy toll on my heart. The guilt I felt when I discovered one of them had strength left in him to slay Officer Andrews was unfathomable. He was a great friend. The savage, upon realisation of what was happening to him and the other beasts, struck out at Andrews, tearing at him with unimaginable speed and ferocity, opening him up with his great claws. We should have had our guns raised. We should have been more prepared.
It was a systematic matter, dealing with the children. They aren't as fast as their parents, it was a simple matter of knocking down the doors to their underground huts and shooting them. I had my men recover a female specimen for study, but I decided to keep one of the male children alive. I’m curious as to what these creatures are capable of, and, who knows, one could make a valuable ally indeed.
The tears rolled off Victors cheeks once more. He recalled the day he first read it, when he first discovered the truth. The man he'd looked up to all his life was a monster. A savage. A beast. He felt sick again, and attempted to take him mind off the event.
He turned to the final thing that sat on his desk. A curious thing, and envelope, somehow delivered by hand to his underground hiding place. If this was the work of his pursuers, why had they not come for him yet? He lifted it up, ready to open it. The single word on the outside was the most curious thing of all.