Day – January 7, 2000

As I expected, Mr. Ages told me that his powder had worked
during preliminary tests, but somehow he had slipped up in the mixture of the
one he used last night. He only shrugged and said "No hard feelings,
Leon." I was a little irate, but then again, how is Mr. Ages supposed to
know when the powder’s perfect or not? He’s only one mouse, and he really
doesn’t have too many supplies at his disposal, so I guess I HAVE to cut him a
break.

Nicodemus was worried about Dragon, and everyone knows he poses
a threat to us, but we don’t know exactly know what to do about him. Jenner
suggested we simply kill him and then we would have free reign over the
farmyard. Jonathan opposed this greatly. He said that if his wife could survive
here all this time, so could they, and that we didn’t have to resort to
murdering a farm cat to do our things. Jenner debated and debated during the
council meeting, even managing at poking fun at Jonathan for falling in love with
an ordinary, stupid feral mouse. (Note, that’s what Jenner said, I still have
yet to meet her) Jonathan just kept getting angrier and angrier, but he made
several excellent points about how difficult and time consuming it would be to
kill Dragon, the moral issues around it, how dangerous it would be, and how
suspicious the Fitzgibbons would get over the death of their cat. Jenner knew
he was going to lose the debate, but he pressed on anyways. Near the end, it
was more than noticeable that sides were going to be taken with either Jenner
or Jonathan, and confrontation and grudges would follow. Justin and Nicodemus
saw this and immediately intervened. They gave Jenner a polite smile and told
him that he would like to see him in Nicodemus’ office after the meeting. After
that, Jenner cooled down a bit.

Why on Earth would Jenner act this way? I haven’t the slightest
clue of what’s going on in his head, but I know that SOMETHING is starting to
brew there, and it’s not good. Also, Jenner made note to me after I got back
from my incident at the farmhouse last night that he had his eye on Victoria.
Victoria is a member of the council here, and she seems to like listening to
Jenner’s babble. She also leers at Justin whenever he criticizes Jenner in
front of the council. I know she hates Justin, and that’s a shame, because
they’re both very nice people, they just can’t get along. Jenner told me he was
going to try to make the moves on Victoria to see if she liked Jenner as well.

All I can say about this is that if they DO get together, I can’t WAIT to
see what kind of kid they have.

Day – January 9, 2000 (Night)

I had a horrible nightmare a few moments ago... I woke up and made
such a big scene that Justin needed to come and calm me down. I must have
looked rather childish, but if they’d had the nightmare, they would have woke
up screaming as well.

I was alone, in a cage at laboratory I recognized as NIMH. I was
sitting in the corner of my cage, and could hear something coming from outside
my cage. I stood up and walked over to the wire door, and could see my brother,
Daniel, shrieking and screaming as the scientists (Three of them) proceeded to
inject a yellowish liquid into him. He looked up to me and reached an arm out,
but it was restrained by the scientist as he looked at me with desperate eyes,
pleading eyes, dead eyes. Yes, they were dead eyes. Like they were looking at
everything and seeing nothing.

I screamed and tried to help him, I reached my own arm out, but
a scientist saw me and attempted to grab it. I jerked it back in, and the
scientist went back to my brother.

I watched helplessly as they injected my brother, needle after needle, than
one of the scientists pulled out a scalpel and held it over Daniel. I could
hear his muffled scream as it came down, but I had shut my eyes by then.

When I opened my eyes, I was in a room. I could see two rats in
the center, one looked like my brother Daniel when he was younger, and the
other was me... When I was younger. I was standing in the corner, locked in
place, as if I was cemented to the spot. As I watched, I could see my younger
form begin to wrestle with my younger brother, Daniel, just as we had always
done before we were caught... Slowly, but surely, Daniel got on top and won, just
like he always did. But then something happened. He leered at my younger form
and his eyes turned a devilish shade of red. I could hear a murmer come from
him "The mitochondria have changed. Desperate situations. Let’s see his
organs." Then he leaned downward and opened his maw, showing rows and rows
of razor sharp teeth. My younger form screamed in terror and tried to fight my
brother, but Daniel had already gotten around my younger form’s neck and as the
jaws closed and my younger form’s pleas faded, I found myself in a small, narrow
corridor.

I held a torch in my right paw, and couldn’t see too far ahead
of me. I walked forward and looked to my left and right, all I could see were
dead rats, some electrically shocked to death, some cut open and left alone,
some died of old age, some from chemical overdosage or poisoning...All of them.
All of the rats used in the human’s experiments were lying around on the
outskirts of the narrow path I was walking on. I strode further down the path
and saw blood caking the ground. I went further and saw a wall, stretching up
to eternity. And who was hovering against the wall? My brother Daniel. He
reached down for me and pulled me up to him. He smiled to me and said
"Leon, why are you running from your own mind? You saw what they did to
me. You know I’m still out there, and they know we’re brothers. I will come for
you Leon, but be wary of me, for they changed the mitochondria..."

His face fell away, revealing bone and blood. A smile came out across the
deformed maw. He lunged for my neck and bit down hard. And as I gasped for air,
I woke up screaming.

What did I see? Did I really see the scientists operate on my brother? Did
they REALLY give him the same serum as us?

I guess the nightmare could’ve just been fiction... But it was so real...

I love... loved... Daniel so much. He was the one who always cheered me up when
times were rough...When I was alone... He was a better friend than anybody else
was... And now he’s dead.

I will have my revenge...Someday.

I will do myself a favor and not dwell on it any longer.

Daniel...

Day – January 10, 2000

This journal is almost out of pages. I’ll need to get a new book
somehow.

What’s this? Screaming from the halls? I wonder what’s going on...

Poor Jonathan, got beat up by Jenner. I’m very confused right
now...

Basically, how they explained to Justin and Nicodemus was this:

Jenner had starting casually insulting Jonathan’s wife, calling her a
useless feral animal with no brains or intelligence. Jonathan reacted the way
any good husband would... I suppose. He turned around and starting telling Jenner
just what he thought about his insults. Jonathan told us, with a smile, that he
had told Jenner that just because he was jealous a woman didn’t like him,
nonetheless love him, he shouldn’t be poking fun at other people’s brides.
Jenner had proceeded, (With very little warning, according to Jonathan) to pick
Jonathan up by the neck and slam him into a wall, choking him.

Then Justin and I came in and broke them up.

Why would Jenner DO such a thing? What’s going on inside of his head that’s
making him do this? He was normal a little while ago...

As of right now, Jenner is suspended from his council duties until further
notice. He’s pretty upset, that’s for sure.

Day – January 16, 2000

I’m on the last page. I have only a little room left...

Nothing much new has happened, Jenner’s back on the council, he’s acting
much better now. I’m going to need to find another book to act as my journal...
I’m sure I’ll find one sooner or later. The Fitzgibbons MUST have a blank book
lying around somewhere!

Well, I’m out of room... Until later, I guess I’m without a journal, and am
forced to only read my adventures instead of write them. (I’m smiling).

Justin’s looking over my shoulder. He just noted how small I’m writing. Now
he noted how I just mentioned him. Now he’s laughing.

I’m laughing too.

I haven’t laughed in a while. It feels kinda...nice.