Monsters of Science: The Gift Bearer files

  From before humanity could write, there's been stories, myths, fables and legends passed down for generations. They were meant to teach heritage, life lessons and moral values but the things that haunt the night engraved these stories in our minds. In this modern day, the worst of men's imaginations can be digitally created for entertainment. How would the world react if they discover they're no longer fictional?

 Monsters Of Science

The Gift Bearer Files:

 Lycans: The Monarch 

   A note to the readers of the reports. We apologize for the lack of details but this was the Intel our organization managed to collect from an old camera and audio transmission.This story starts in February of 1933, when a couple of Americans arrived in a South American country with the aid of a man only called Mr Rose. The collapsing economy of the global Great Depression and the rumors of War drove people to search for alternative means of survival.

  At an unknown location, lights and cameras were set up for this historical moment as the archaeologist placed the four urns in a circle, facing one another and begins the documentary.

  "Greetings citizens of the world, I am Carter Howard. If you indulge me, I should explain how we got to this occasion. In 1931 I discovered a journal along with a custom Egyptian urn in my recently deceased father belongings. This lightweight urn is covered with hieroglyphs and could possibly hold about 32 oz.

  When attempting to open it, an odd sound and pleasant odor released from it but yet the seal was unbroken. Its tightly sealed lid resembles the head of Seti but the side placed ears and open mouth sculpt set it apart.

  Of course, I thought it was a souvenir until the end of 1932, when his colleagues discovered three more custom crafted urns scattered around the world that bear the same unique language.    

  Through unmentionable means, my benefactor Mr Rose managed to collect them all and I translated the language. It gave precise directions on where, when and how to open them. And that brings us to this moment. In a matter of minutes, the designated time will arrive and we're eager to see what happens."

 At the described time, the hieroglyphics on each urn illuminated, burning off the casing, revealing golden idols. All the lids popped open then stillness. Howard cautiously approached looking inside the Seti idol, there he found black sand. Mr Rose's man checks the others as frustration erupts on his face. 

  He draws his gun, "Black sand Amigo! How would I rule nations with black sand?"

  Howard frantically studies the urn, " There must be more we're not seeing yet. Allow me to…"

 Two shots rang out, one for the cameraman and the archaeologist. "I wasted enough money and time on this project. Dump the black sand on the Americans, we can sell the urns, try to get our money back." ordered Mr Rose before departing.

 The camera continued to roll when the unexpected occurred. The blood soaked Black sands shimmer with purple energy, moving like a trillion ants consuming the body of the archaeologist. Without warning, the face down body lifted into the air, speaking an unknown language with the female voice. The sound of a departing plane echoes right before the footage ends.

 Aboard the airplane, using the airborne radio, Mr Rose communicates with a third party. 

 "Your instincts were correct but I did attain the four urns. The outer shell protected a golden idol inside. We're on our way back now." 

  In the back of the airplane, a henchman noticed the shadowy form raised up followed by a blood curdling scream. When the others looked, an eerie darkness enveloped the rear as a female voice speaks from the darkness.

"Mr Rose. You wish to know how black sand can rule Nations. This knowledge and power can be yours if you're willing to agree to its terms. "

 Mr Rose approached the shadow as it revealed itself in the archaeologist's body, he replied, "My aim was true and my bullets aren't blanks. How do you sit before me Howard?"

" I am the Gift Bearer, this body you provided completed the missing ingredients to waken me. Its shell served until the chosen ones are selected. Mr Rose, will you be one of them?"

  He sits across from her, "You spoke of terms. What are the conditions?"

  The Gift Bearer grins as the Black sands retrieve the golden idols, presenting Mr Rose with Seti. "The procedure is simple. If you can read what is written, speak your title and provide a drop of blood upon agreement. Then the covenant will be sealed and you will become The Alpha."

"Really! What strings are attached to this covenant. What are you not telling me?" he cautiously asked.

 The creature replied, "You took the effort to awaken me, showed no hesitation in the presence of the supernatural, yet feared your own future. I can easily find another."

 When Mr Rose grabbed the idol, yellow holographic words projected from its eyes and he read out loud. 

"I hear by commit myself and my descendants to the Bellator Lycanthrope clan. With this oat, I willingly exchange natural liberties for bestia spiritus and its power. A few symbols I don't understand. I proclaim myself The Monarch. Wait a minute, what…"

  Instantly the golden idol latched onto his finger, liquefied and absorbed into his skin. Every cell burned with the intensity of salt in the open wound. When the pain subsided, a golden bracelet that bears the image of the urn was on his left wrist. His eyes glowing yellow and he felt the new strength along with the primal rage. The shimmering black sand departed the plane with the remaining urns, separating into three directions as the echo of a demonic wolf howl breaks the silence of night.

 Report update: Today, this clan has three factions, Paranormal Pharmacist: sole manufacturer of Black market supernatural "medicine".

  Mafia lead organized Street gangs called War-wolves, The third, we have little detail about but believed to be sleeper agents within the political arena.

  End

Monsters Of Science

The Gift Bearer File:

 Deity of the Air

 Since the earliest days of humanity, slavery has existed in some form. In every country, in every civilization, even among the religions of the world, it is said that slavery will always be with us. 

But humanity will always take it further in thousands of other cruel, sick and demented ways to destroy themself.   

  But what if the roles were reversed, would you treat your underlings the way you were treated to justify your cruelty. Or despite your past, would you rule with integrity and meekness? 

Vampire: The Emperor

  This report was constructed from multiple sources during World War II. The time is uncertain but the interviewers believed its 

around 1933. My organization's investigation started when a coroner report surfaced. It recorded over a dozen Japanese soldiers mysteriously dying in their sleep. The doctor assumes they were poisoned by a vengeful comfort woman with an undetectable poison and drained of their blood. Of course, he contributed this to me mutilation genitals which was also present on a few battlefield bodies. 

 The number may be higher

  In 1944 an American war correspondent reporter came across survivors of the comfort women stations, sexual slavery created and controlled by the Imperial Japanese government for military use.Their story was never published due to the unbelievable accounts. Here is one one of the recordings.

"Thank you for agreeing to help. Your name won't be recorded to protect your family from retaliation. Can you tell us the events leading up to your escape?" the reporter asked.

  The young Korean lady hesitates, "I can't understand why you Americans do not believe us, especially since you made the movies similar to our accounts. About half a dozen miners were locked in a room together, All of us were pregnant or just recently gave birth. I was about 12 at the time I saw the sparkling purple dust enter the room, hovering above us before entering the next room. 

  The girl in the room was about 16 years old with a 6-year-old son. She used to belong to a high ranking officer until he was killed in action. Rumor was they were being sent to the soldier's family, but some believe that was hopeful thinking. 

 We heard her scream followed by another voice of an older woman who said. Fear not young one, I have come with a proposition for you, if you're willing to agree to its term."

 The reporter questioned, "An older female? Were you able to see her face?"

"No but the room felt colder and the sound of explosions outside lessened but somehow the light from them seemed to last longer. The woman said she was the Gift Bearer and the procedure is simple. If you can read what is written, speak your title and provide a drop of blood upon agreement. Then the covenant will be sealed and you will become The Alpha." quoted the young lady.

 The reporter scrambled through some papers grabbing a photo of an Egyptian urn with a head sculpture of a curly head white man. " Did you see this object, it may have a gold appearance?"

  The young lady answered, " No, I'm sorry but the 16 year old refuses until she knows her son will be safe."

"So this Gift Bearer left I'm assuming!" responded the reporter.

 "We can hear the anger in her voice, but she continued. My time in this world is at its end and you are the last of the chosen ones. I would choose another if that wasn't the case. If I demonstrate a glimpse of the Alpha gift, would you accept the covenant?" 

 The young lady stopped, "This is where the others question my sanity, but you… You heard of the Gift Bearer before. The three files on your desk, did they accept the covenant ? Who are you?"

 The reporter placed the files back into his briefcase, and breathed deeply. "Your information is critical to the survival of the human race. My organization seeks to find the origins of the so-called Chosen One and by all accounts, it starts with this woman called the Gift Bearer. The first case is believed to start around 1933 about the same time the universal monster movies was released. Tell me Madam, what is the best way to hide the truth?"

 The young lady hesitates, "I .. I don't know, kill everyone who knows about it. Please don't kill me. I promise…"

  The reporter interrupts and continues, "No, Madam, You're safe here. The answer is simple. You convince everyone that it's not real. In this case, if an ordinary citizen sees one of the chosen ones. They will believe it is a movie actor and lower their guard. Of course, this subterfuge works both ways. When one of our agents neutralizes the threat, the ordinary citizens believe the same. Now madam would you mind continuing your story."

 The young lady relaxed even more, "Yes. A few seconds later, a bomb exploded near the room doors but no one was hurt other than the guards. The sparkling purple dust protected us and then followed a hooded woman with blowing red eyes. Despite the pain that many of the girls had, we quickly followed behind the 16-year-old in her son. 

  As we followed the trail of floating black sand, Japanese soldiers began to help us out, but didn't seem to notice us. They even escorted us out of the building, firing upon their own allies with just the wave of the Gift Bearer's hand. The soldiers then helped us in the back of the truck, providing food, water and supplies and as we departed, they took their own lives. 

  When we arrived at the gates of the European allies, the Japanese driver surrendered and we were quickly ushered to a medic tent. When I saw the 16-year-old and her son sneak away, my curiosity got the best of me and I followed at a distance. The black sand rose from the ground becoming the Gift Bearer and hands the young mother a golden object. Red light appeared and I heard a small voice speaking. I commit myself and my descendants to a bunch of weird sounding words but the last thing I remember hearing before the soldier took me back to the medic tent was 'I proclaim myself The Emperor. Emperor Hirohito still lives,so I didn't quite understand that part. With all the excitement, I've probably miss heard."

 The reporter replied, "The Ubir Sekhmet clan. With this oat, I willingly exchange natural liberties for Desmodus Rotundus and its power. Do you know if the young woman or her son was speaking?"

"I'm sorry, No. I never heard the boys speak before. But thank you for believing me when it felt like the whole world didn't. This organization of yours, is there any way that my descendants can help? asked the young lady.

 The reporter smiled, " This line of work is very dangerous and the pay kind of sucks but if you're certain you want to help, you have to pass two tests."

 The young lady returned his smile, "I'm not very smart but I will do my best."

 The reporter took off his jacket, loosened his tie and unbuckled his cufflinks. With the young lady's history, she assumed she knew where this was going, until his clean shaved face instantly grew a beard, followed by the rest of his body. His nose darkened and his nails and canine fangs grew. 

 Without a word she stands and looks into his eyes and a human was looking back. "So you're a Wolfman. I knew something was different about you."

"Congratulations. You pass both tests. Genetically, we're not wolves at all but enhanced humans. We're Keratians, and my name is Agent Talbot."

  This lady's name was redacted because her descendants are undercover agents to this day. To the rookie agents reading this part of the filep report, know that this is the tip of the iceberg. There are other reports that will bring you up to date with the available information. When your security permits, continue to part two.

Welcome and good luck.