An Unknown World

Chapter log 1

Date: I’m not good at keeping track

Time- 4:30 give or take

Place- someplace off I-10 AZ

“So Sam, your sure that you were getting readings off this area?”. Lifting a bottle of water to my mouth I eagerly

swallowed every last drop as the early evening sun bathed my body in heat. A static click of signals lock kicked on. “Well

the readings have been off an on for the past hour so ether something has come through already or we’re about to have

something come through any minute now”. his voice always had a way of taking me back to my youth before I became

who I am today, maybe it was his charm, maybe it was the fact that he chose his voice to sound the way it did, all in all

Sam has always been a good loyal friend since the day I met him all those years ago. But now, with the heat of the sun

mixed with the fact that we both were unsure of what was to come or had already come, his voice did little to help. “And

your sure it was here, in the middle of bum fuck no ware?”. “You seem upset, normally your all gun ho for these

encounters”. Ah yes Sam’s sarcasm program was showing its ugly face. “Look its not that I doubt your machines work, its

just that I’ve been out here for the past 2 hours and have not found nor sensed any major differences in the area aside

from a slight pressure drop”. to be honest I can only blame myself for that but there was no way I was gonna let him know

that. “Give it another 30 and then I’ll come back with the shuttle, that sound reasonable?”.  It did, but the fact of the matter

was that This had been one of many readings we had gotten in the last week or so, it would seem as if the temporal fabric

of reality liked to pick random ass spots around the world to pop out something that didn’t belong. Often times it would put

it near a city or even near a power plant, the reason for that being that this world had a habit of discharging energy off

places where power was in high supply. True there were moments where we would have someone or something come

through in odd places, hell we had an incident were a massive beast called an Aqua Draco came through Near Britain’s

Loch Ness. She was very beautiful, very calm, but very very shy, took damn near 3 hours just to coax her head above

water. Unfortunately, she was spotted on a few occasions by the locals and even had a photo of her head and neck out of

water, needless to say we needed to move her before the local humans found her. Oh what a fun task that was. Still to

this day I don’t know how she even got there. “Alright Sam, its been Roughly 20 minutes and I think I’m going to ca-” a

silence fell over the radio. “ Hey, you calling it? Why did you go silent?”. “Hold up Sam” another moment of Silence. “Hey

Sam can you pull up Info from satellite 43 and see if it says anything about a weather change for the week?”. “Yeah hold

on”. breaking from his book, Sam connected his systems cortex to the satellites mainframe downloading the projections of

the weather, with a quick click back to his frame he began to speak. “Yeah it’s showing projections of heat, heat, and more

heat, followed by a good chance of hot weather”. god damn it I need to take that fucking humor program out of him when I

get back. “Well, ether your sensors are wrong or we may be seeing the begins of something here, I’ll keep you posted”.

With that I switched the radio to silent. Only two and a half and hours ago it was hot enough to sunburn a reptile and now

it was almost looking like a massive thunderhead was about to bitch slap the landscape. A slight chill ran down my spine

at the sight of natures true wrath, often times during my job I would watch as both Nature and the forces beyond would

entangle for a brief moment and then detangle often leaving a slight color change to the sky, most times it would come in

shades of Red or Orange, on rare occasions it would go as deep as purple but this was different. This mixture of clouds

gave a dark almost omminess look to the sky, the clouds themselves a shading of grey with a solid almost coal colored

center. It was a sight I didn’t like seeing but as always my job entitles me to see through no matter the cost, Jeez I need to

change that policy. With a loud crack a light flashed through the dense clouds, then another, and another, it continued for

a solid 2 minutes with each flash growing in size and volume. What ever was heading through was big, Real big, I tensed

up and readied myself for it. It had not been the first time I had to deal with something nasty that popped through. About 6

months back I was in the jungles of South America where we had a reading that something was coming through, problem

was that we could not get a full lock on where exactly and within an hour of me being dropped off I get a report from one of

the sentries up in Mexico of all places. Report said that there had been a rash of killings that could not be explained, when

asking who got killed I was met with static. I contacted transport and later on in the day met with what was left of the

sentry. Unit 493, a small reconnaissance drone, no weapons, no basic armor, just a cloaking module and a gyro helix

stabilizer, it made for a good invisible eye in the sky that hovered only 5 feet off the ground. It had had its processing unit

ripped from its frame and it looked as it something had tried to ride it leaving claw marks and puncture holes along both

sides of its chasse. I paid my respects to the fallen unit and called for a clean up crew to salvage the parts, following a trail

of hydraulic fluid I found what I thought were coyote prints but what seemed odd was that the toes were elongated. As

unsettling as it was I was more captivated by it then anything, following the oiled prints into a small rock formation off the

coast I found my answer to the killing question. A goats body lay sprawled across the dirt, its neck ripped open, a small

pool of blood forming from the open slice, what seemed the strangest however was that it’s a small pool, normally a cut

this large would have a much larger amount of blood. A warm sensation on my right shoulder took me out of my thoughts,

dabbing my hand on my shirt I pulled back to see an unsettling amount of blood from what seemed like no ware, oh how

Naïve I was back then. Before I could ready myself I felt the searing pain of teeth clamp onto the back of my neck,

instinctively I made a grab for my knife only to feel the sensation of needle like claws pierce my sides “Fucking Shit”, I fell.

Pain is often times coupled with sadness or regret but what I felt was Anger, hatred, and disgust in myself for letting it get

a jump on me, with what strength I could muster I made another grab at the knife. Gripping the blood soaked handle I

made mad stabs at what had jumped me. I must have hit something vital because my ears were filled with the sounds of

screaming howls, howls like a child‘s scream mixed with a lawnmower. My left arm still free, I grabbed at its bristle like hair

yanking it to the ground, what came next is mostly a blur, most likely from the blood loss. I still hear it screaming

sometimes. When I finally stopped stabbing I slumped over against the rock, my body going cold and vision blurring I

could make out a dog like body, its coat black and red, claws still slightly twitching from involuntary muscle spasms. The

local humans called it El chupacabra, I call it fucking dead. I blacked out.

The clouds were not only sparking with large amounts of electricity, but for some odd reason it almost seemed

like they were shifting, turning, twisting, it was almost taking the shape of a full blown twister. This wasn’t good, the body

of it never hit the ground for more then a few moments but it was definitely doing something I had not seen before, a

funnel of dirt, wind, and electricity formed and smashed itself onto the ground followed by what almost looked like a beam

of light, “The fuck is it doing?” Suddenly, it stopped, the funnel slowly but surly dissipated and although the cloud cover

stayed it seemed to almost turn the day time to night. Turning my radio back on I began my walk towards the last spot that

the funnel had touched down. “Hey Sam, you there”. A sudden static wine followed by a gargled voice, “Yeah, I read you,

bit hazy though, what can you confirm”. picking up my pace I replied, “not sure, a hell of a show though, thunder clouds,

small F1 tornado, and a weird light source in the center”. “Do you want me to send a team over to assist?”. Thinking for a

brief moment while lightly jogging I came to the conclusion that while it would have been safer or smarter to ask for a small

bit of help I felt the sudden need to prove something to myself. “Naw its fine Sam, I’ll report back when I have more

data”. “copy”. With that I twisted the power off on my radio and descended the small impact that the twister had left,

normally a twister wouldn’t leave an impact creator this size, or one at all for that matter but then again this was no

ordinary twister. As I walked through the small clouds of dust still lingering in the air I came upon the epicenter and that’s

when I saw…them.