Naturesse (book 1 of the (supposed) Evealutions trilogy)

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Chapter Two

The Thing In the Window

Damian

I don't know why they bought that thing in to the Research Centre, everyone knew that Naturesse were dangerous and unpredictable, death bringers in disguise, with no advanced civilisation, or much intelligence, like my people had.

In the whole recorded history in the Archives, I felt there was a less than zero percent chance that a Naturesse had even been introduced into a compound. Dead or alive.

And besides, my kind had rediscovered this planet nearly ninety years ago, the exact time frame was eighty six, and in that time most - if not all - of the Naturesse had lost all of their thinking ability, if ever they had any to start with.

The Naturesse were the inhabitants on this planet before us, however unworthy they were of it aside. They looked like us, the same formation of limbs and body parts, human eyes, human hair, they looked like the average human in every physical way. Except they would have to be described as incredibly fit humans, muscles bulged, and legs tautened to full potential, though they were hidden from sight, were still as real as the sun. Naturesse had an odd series of genetics, seemingly unique to their race, most of it to do with physical ability. Yet they were still being killed, in retaliation of killing us, taking our food and water supplies, sabotaging all our resource venues that took ores and minerals, among so many other things I had forgotten

But we had chemicals, chemicals invented in top secret places that reduced them to little more than apes. In reality, it wasn't that hard to defeat them, with our more advanced nature and all.

I guess it goes to show, no matter how fast you can run, your brain activity gets affected all the same. So why had this wild girl who looked no older than me stayed sane? She only looked as evil and wrong as all of our Council had said, nothing more than a wild thing, with no duty or moral.

Perhaps it was the way her hair wasn't groomed, and her clothes in tatters that eked a flaw of being uncivilised, or something else.

Her teeth bared at every turn, mad eyes wide, swapping from glassy to slits of pure rage. Rage when people were looking, glassy and lost when they were not.

Nothing about her looked civilised, or cultured in any way. She was a monster, with no intelligence, I had thought to myself, shivering with fear.

Then she had looked at me.

I could see in her eyes, there was a great wisdom, like she knew things that we never would, silver fish swimming slowly in the deepest, richest pool of blue and green. Emotions stood out clearly, she was scared, like I was, that was something, and hurt to a place beyond my knowledge. But anger held pride of place, free for all who cared to look.

At first she looked like she would smash me without a second thought, fists clenching and shoulders tautening, every muscle and sinew bunching up to fly and attack. I knew she would never make it out of the cage, it was too strong, but adrenalin surged through me and I coiled backwards, each instinct screaming at me to run, hide, save myself from the imminent threat right before me, yet her eyes were still holding mine, two cold snares that rooted my feet to the ground and refused to let go.

I wanted to scream and run away, like a wounded animal, and felt the cold clench of revulsion and fear grip my neck, urging me to throw up. I wanted her gone, the animal monster, the deathly thing that was a parasite to the world. I was angry at her, angry for her breathing the same air as me, walking the same earth as me, delving her way into my society and making me feel so hopelessly weak and vulnerable.