Alan had little experience of driving high performance cars at top speed and as he wove through the back streets of Camberwell, his main concern was for the safety of others. In the distance, the wail of police sirens grew ever closer.
It would be fair to say he and Colin’s plan of going to his old primary school and asking they destroy the record of him being given detention all those years ago had not been entirely flawless.
The principal had met his request with undisguised disdain.
“Mr Didak,” she’d said, “You reek of alcohol, you are wearing no trousers and it appears you have recently attempted to pierce your own nipples. Please leave my office right now.”
He’d done as she asked but when he’d returned to the car, Colin had laid into him.
“You gunna let your dream move to Carlton get ruined because of this bullshit. Nah, bugger that mate,” he’d said. “Brocky’s left his chainsaw in the boot. Just go round the back of the office, cut a hole in the wall and grab the stuff.”
It had seemed like a good plan at the time, but as Alan walked through the playground with the chainsaw revving, he saw how the incident could be misconstrued in the media. So he did the right thing, he put the chainsaw down and ran away as fast as he could.
Outside Stewart Dew’s house, Johnno sat in his car mulling his options. Was taking a human life really the best way to avenge his murdered furry companions? Would he be able to live with himself?
His reverie was broke by the screech of tires as a car hurtled round the corner. Didak had remembered Dew lived in the area and was going to seek sanctuary inside his house. Johnno watched in shock as the car pulled up, a young man got out and rushed to the door. As he pushed it open, Johnno saw a mighty paw deliver a savage blow that almost separated the young man’s head from his body.
A unearthly scream pierced the air, not man, not animal. Shaken, Johnno took the tranquiliser gun he always kept handy and approached the house. He pushed the door open and was greeted by a vile smell, like hundred wet dog’s farts kept in a jar then held under your nose. A trail of blood led into the gloom.
He could hear breathing, heaving breathing. It was close. He tightened his grip on the tranquiliser gun, activated the torch function. He swept the room and in the corner saw a pair of glowing red eyes. The beast was crouched over its kill, blood on its muzzle.
“It’s alright big fella,” Johnno soothed, “I don’t want your dinner. I just want you to have a little sleep.”
And with that, he fired a dart, that hit truly. Within seconds, the red eyes faded and the beast slumped to the ground.
Johnno was glad he hadn’t harmed Stewart. Standing over the enormous mass of him as he slept, he saw that Stewart Dew had ceased to be fully human. He had regressed to an earlier stage of evolution. He had become the Dewosaurus.
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