Hello. This is idea that came from a writer a long time ago. I don't remember the username, or the story title, but after just a few short chapters, said person announced that anyone was free to adapt the story idea. So that's what I did.

I don't own The Secret Saturdays, or really the concept of the plot, but this is my adaptation of a story from a really long time ago.

Please review. It helps me out a lot and motivates me to continue.

Midnight. The moon was absent; the crickets were hushed, silenced by the presence of an unknown visitor. The intruder swiftly made his way through the thick trees, pausing only when his feet landed on the black shadows spread across the dirt surrounding a small cabin. He knelt, only one goal drilled firmly into the core of his mind. Revenge.

He knew the cabin's inhabitants well. Too well to be comforting. The man, who was relaxing unsuspectingly inside by a fire lit for his family, old and new, was capable of much more than the stranger creeping outside had anticipated. He closed his eyes and allowed his fresh memories to display in the back of his mind. He learned, though he refused to show it, what his enemy was willing to do when the lives of those he held dear were threatened. He learned, but yet he was still here, ready to take back what he felt was rightfully his. After all, it was he who spent countless years researching and learning. It was he who dedicated years of his meaningless life to adapt to the world and make a destiny for himself. It was he who, after decades of ambitious, arduous and laborious effort, successfully located one of the very keys to his life's work. It was he who, after a lifetime of his studious endeavors, knew all there is to know about the life force at hand. And yet, after all these years, a mere fool happened upon his prize first.

Disappointment aside, the cloaked creature had failed to accept this twist and acted accordingly, as though he still had a plan. After all, his refusal simply made clearing a path to the his goal less strenuous. However these so-called "scientists" deemed proper ownership didn't matter. In his eyes, this artifact will always be his and his alone. They were merely removing the obstacles that lay in his way. Yes, feeble-minded laborers with no general concept as to what they were digging up. That was the appropriate description for their existence.

Of course that meant he had to wait even longer for his treasure. Beings as simple-minded as these would first have to take precious time to figure out how to dig a hole. Then remove the artifact, which might take even longer. Fortunately for the disguised monster, patience had always been his strong suit.

He camped with the uncivilized humans, in tents and bags. Some of them even wore rags and wraps. 'How uncultured,' he thought to himself among the swine. In his own cold, personal confidence, he couldn't entirely remember how long the scientists took, or how long he spent hiding in plain view. Most of his time was spent solely on languish, musing about how disgusted he was around such barbaric species, how he vowed every life here would be burned and tortured at his expense. It was the only meaningful way to pass his time there.

The moment he had waited forever for had finally arrived when the head (or heads) of the team slowly unearthed the precious artifact; The Kur Stone. As the stone slowly ascended from its burial, the wolf in sheep's clothing could feel its power radiating from beneath the ground. Excitement, and oddly fear, overwhelmed the Yeti, as a seeming influence had him at his most apical attention. He wasn't expecting to be effected by the sacred object, especially of this magnitude. It was drawing him in. Calling him. His cognitive sense of self was all he had to keep himself on his feet. He yearned for that power, and in a few short moments, he would have it.

But alas, these half-witted apes couldn't even perform the mundane. Argost was ripped away from his thoughts at the sight of his precious Stone... being dropped by the incompetent fools before him. Before he had a chance to comprehend the scene, he was deafened by light. Blown away by a raw, bodiless deity. The blast of which he was so sure every cryptid in the world felt. He could feel the pull now. For a mere few seconds, he was no longer his own. It frightened and comforted him at the same time. However, the energy that had instantly flooded the world from having burst from it's sedimentary prison, disappeared as soon as it came.

Needless to say the whole gathering of people who had equally devoted their time to uncovering said artifact were beyond stunned. Their emotions were between mystified and horrified, unsure what to think of the fallout.

Argost had since abandoned any thought to prolong the façade. He needed to leave during the night. That night. But he needed to gather everyone in one place; lure them away from the stone.

Fire.

Fire everywhere. Tents, cars, carpets, clothes. Anything that was flammable was ablaze on the far side of the camp. The mastermind behind the tragedy was surprised his plan worked. He watched as the scientists leading the excavation ran to help their colleagues. With the stone now unsupervised, Argost was quick to slip in and fly out with the prize he, until now, only dreamed of holding. He was safely in his airship when the scientists returned to find the stone absent from their dorm. The vile creature gave a loud, blood curling laugh as he took his leave.

Victory.

It was all his now. The Kur Stone, the power, the cryptids, the world. He was well on his way to ascending into power. Just a few more steps remain; deciphering the encryptions around the stone. Something that was going to take time, and a lot of it.

One thing bothered him greatly. As he held the stone in his mansion, he couldn't help but notice an absence of sorts. As if the entity that had possessed it previously had vanished. Surely he would figure out the cause along the way. Presently, he needed to deal with the trespassers on his door step.

Sure enough, the very organization that almost foiled his quest for the stone had assembled again, more determined than ever to impede his desires. Nothing could make this day better than to fulfill his oath to torment the scum he was forced to cohabit with.

And so, one by one, each of the scientists fought their last fight. Took their last step. Strained to breathe their last breath. All while the sick sadist watched on. One by one the humans fell. But something unforeseen caught his attention. The very man he had stolen retrieved his property from. He was a large dark skinned man, and he was infuriated. The beast in the surveillance room saw the hatred and fire burn in his eyes, and his precious stone gripped in his hand. Fear arose in his chest as he tried to do everything in his power to end the man's life, but it was all in vain. The man, along with what few companions he had left, had escaped with their lives... and the stone.

That was almost a year ago. The Yeti was now perched outside the cabin the scientist and his family were residing in for a short time while investigating cryptid activity. Dr. Saturday had proven himself to be very much a threat to the vile being, but he hadn't ended his quest. He hadn't given up his desires. He had searched and searched, but could not find the stone anywhere on their property. Argost came to the conclusion that the stone must be with the scientist where ever he goes. After all, the safest place to keep such delicate and valuable artifact was in one's view at all times. The cloaked cryptid chuckled disturbingly as he figured the man would've definitely learned by now not to let the stone out of sight. There was no questioning what had to happen. He'd come too far to surrender now.