Street Kids

Turning to face May, Sheena watches her expression for several moments, her brow furrowing, but she is not thinking about May and her father so much as herself and her own. She does not know if she would be able to hurt him, let alone kill him....but for the moment she allows herself to tentatively consider the possibility, to picture it in her mind. She can see his expression of terror, hear his voice cracking in fear, the sweat beading on his forehead as he begs her....she can see it vividly, can see herself standing nearby, the hatred in her eyes, and...


She suddenly shivers violently and jerks her eyes away, staring straight ahead as she attempts to clear this image from her mind. God, she just wants to get there already, to get done what was going to happen so they could move on.
 
February 13


Well, it wasn't a dream. Not that I really thought it was. I wake up, and I'm still on a dingy mattress, with 2 shifters and a parasite and a werewolf. Who, also, coincidentally, was hugging me.


So then he wrote about Sheena, and then Kira's gun, and then his blunder with the safety on the pistol. God, that was stupid. Red means safety off. I should have known that.


And then they were outside, and his hands still hurt, and his tailbone smarted, and his shoulder still twinged when he pressed on it the right way. Not a dream. If this was a dream, it would have been so cool. As it is, I'm a bit traumatized.


Then the hobo. The magic one. That's what he introduced himself as, "Joe, the Magic Hobo." And then he took a coin, and he turned it into a rose.


Jason shakily traced around the petal, then pressed it in place. He'd glue or tape it when he had the chance. There, he wrote, so I'll know this really happened, later.


I don't know what I thought of Joe. I thought he was cool. Suave. That's a word, right? The type of guy I would have liked to be, confident, careless, and devious. I thought at first he was just doing magic tricks, and I really, really liked him; I mean, he can just go around impressing people and pretending he's magic. But no... He's supernatural. You can hide a flower up your sleeve. You can't hide a melted-cheese large pizza. Which he made from another coin.


He wrote about the van, and the seating arrangements (complete with diagram); and of the current conversation. I keep thinking of things to say. I mean, they're discussing the death of someone like they might... Kill an ant, or something. Maybe he does deserve it, but... I just have to think of one of my friends- Michael or Kareem, maybe- sitting at lunch, discussing what they got on a social studies test, which all three of us probably would have aced anyways. It makes me wonder, what the crap am I doing here?


It was a good question.
 
Still keeping her face carefully averted, Sheena addresses her question to Hood as much to May, drawing her knees up to sit cross-legged in her seat.


"Are we gonna drive straight on through to the place, and sleep as we drive or whatever...someone other than Hood would have to drive then, if he needed to sleep. Or are we stopping somewhere halfway?"
 
(it has been the consensus based upon poll that we will now time skip to the point where we're at May's dad's place.)


The remainder of the time it takes to reach May's father's place- no, MAY'S place...their place, now, Sheena corrects herself mentally- passed fairly rapidly. Sheena found herself slowly growing comfortable with the others and their presence as she learns more about their skills and personalities, and eventually feels okay with finishing off the rest of the pizza on the dashboard. Although her cold is still present, to the degree that she feels tired and achy fairly consistently, she has considerably lessened the painful coughing that had plagued her earlier, and she now feels comfortable enough to sleep some during the car ride. They had stopped halfway to give Hood a break, taking shelter in an abandoned building and hiding the car behind, and Sheena had managed to sleep with her jacket as her pillow, and hadn't even sleepwalked or molested anyone this time around, either, which made it pretty much a success. Her nightmares had returned, but she was pretty sure she hadn't screamed, and though she woke sweating, she was able to calm herself enough to not attract much attention. She thought so, anyway.


It seemed that Kira was feeling better now, but it was May who concerned her. The closer they drew to her home, the more upset she seemed to grow, and Sheena could only imagine how she must feel. If this was her father...she didn't think she could do it. Even now it took all her effort not to think too much about what they were about to do.


As they pulled up into the driveway of May's home, Sheena found herself almost holding her breath. Here they were...and now...what?
 
Kira was sleeping on the floor as a dog when she heard the difference from the road to the drive way and awoke. She looked up and stretched out turning human. She looked at everyone and then quickly checked on her gun bag she had hidden under the seat. She looked out. So far no sign of her nightmare, however may's nightmare has just begun. She looked at may and then set a hand on her shoulder and looked at her a bit worried. The concerned look in her eyes asked if she'd be alright. She sent a worried glance to Sheena in one of the front seats. She turned her face to her then and sighed deeply feeling the worry and fears stirring the car.
 
May had managed to hold it together at first. She just told herself that they were still ages away, she still had time to prepare. But as they got closer and closer her thoughts whispered to her cruelly, telling her that they were almost there, almost going to see him. What if he did something? What if he...No. No, May was older now. And she had her power. She could stop him. She had the others. Somewhere in her mind she hoped that maybe he would be out, but then he would come home eventually wouldn't he? Anyway, when did that monster ever leave the house? He was always in. Always around to do the stuff he did to her.


The sudden stopping of the car caused May to jump and her form jolted back to that of herself, her own original, glossy, long brown hair falling down past her shoulder and her deep chocolate brown eyes looking around with worry. She then looked at Sheena and Kira, noticing their worried glances, she smiled lightly, but you could see it was forced, "Come on then guys." She got out of the car, and looked up at the house, swallowing then taking a few steps forward and stopping to wait for the others. Her eyes fixated on the house. She looked to them all, her eyes lingering on Jason for longer, she knew he was the one out of all of them who was most uncomfortable with this. "You don't have to do this by the way, you can wait out here or walk away." She spoke to Jason but her eyes swept over all of them, implying that she meant it for all of them. She then turned around and walked to the house stiffly, knowing that she wasn't walking along by the sound of the others footsteps. She pushed open the door and was hit with the scent of stale cigarettes and alcohol. He hasn't changed. She looked around, they were in the living room. It was actually a surprisingly nice house considering the secrets and monstrosities it held. She heard a noise come from the kitchen and the door was pushed open to reveal a rather ugly looking man in his mid-fourties, he looked over the group and then his eyes focused on the frightened looking May, he frowned, "Can I help 'yer?" He would have shouted if it had been someone else, but a hot 18 year old walking into his house wasn't a bad thing for him. She raised one eyebrow, her fists were shaking but she stuck her chin up a little bit higher and spoke in the strongest voice she could manage, "Don't you remember me?" He looked at her blankly, "I dunno love, was I drunk?" She glared at him lightly now, "Sometimes." He frowned at her, "What's 'yer name?" May paused, if she said May, he wouldn't know what she was on about, but she had yet to tell the others her real name, "Well spit it out then." She was trying not to cringe at his voice, but you could see from her posture how she was going through a mixture of fear, disgust and anger. "It's Siran." His eyes widened as a small smile tilted his ugly lips, "Siran! Well look at ya' you've sure grown up ain't ya?" He chuckled in a vile way in the lust became clear in his eyes, "Sorry love, but I liked ya' better when ya' had your innocence." His eyes scanned up and down her body, "Though if ya' wanna have a quick one now, I wouldn't mind." May took a step closer, her eyes becoming infuriated as her clenched fists shook with hatred and terror, "Then why did you take it from me? Dad. Why did you do what you did. That's all I want to know." He rolled his eyes and took a sip of the beer that he was holding in his hand, "Calm down." She glared at him and spoke commandingly, "Answer me." He glared at her now and reached forward to hit her, seeming to have forgotten those around her. On instinct she flinched back and ended up stumbling into Hood, her back hitting his chest. Her step-dad suddenly froze and looked at Hood, blinking, "Now who the heck's this?"
 
Kira started growling and walked over to may checking to see if she was ok. She glared at the man and then sighed at May. She looked worried, she growled again holding back the feeling of wanting to tare him appart. She started at him, hating his scent. She clenched her fists with much anger. Her real name was Siran? She pushed back back feeling so angry. Had all the girls here lost something that was dear to her so quickly? She stood up straight staring at him with anger. She still held back even though her anger was at it's peak. No one should hit a girl like that. She looked downa t the ground growling continously.
 
Jason flipped his notebook shut. He had been sketching Kira as a dog, looking up and down from her to his notebook. Messy, drawn and re-drawn, the pencil marks strayed once for every sudden turn and pothole Hood passed. Lightly sketched ears, closed eyes, a head with colored-in nose resting comfortably on crossed forelegs. The body he had traced over and over again, trying to get the curve of her back correct; and the hind legs still didn't look quite right. Not natural. Her paws, though, he reasoned, looked okay.


He had gotten to the tail just when the van bumped over the curb and Kira scrambled awake. Jason hurried to close his notebook before she could notice what he was drawing, but as doors opened and back-weary passengers climbed out, he opened it slightly and drew a quick curve, then back again, for a tail.


He held it out slightly, viewing the finished work, then shut the journal and slipped it into its spot inside his jacket. Pushing open the door, he hopped out and stretched. "Man, that feels good," he said to no one in particular, shaking out his legs. He arched his back, relieved to be out of the constrictong chair, then turned to the house they were parked in front of.


Well... It looked normal. They were well out of the fringes of New York City, having passed a whole lot of countryland and highways, and had stopped by a little two-story dwelling on a back road. He didn't know what it was called, but the street had only a few other houses on it; one at the edge of his vision far away, and one in the opposite direction. Jason turned to regard May, who was staring at the house. With an expression full of epiphany, he quoted to himself from a novel he had read. What book had it been? He had no idea. Stupid memory.


May turned around. Surprisingly, she looked at him foremost; "You don't have to do this, by the way," she began. Jason looked, uncomfortably, as she swept her gaze over the others and finished her sentence. What, exactly, were they doing? They were going in this house and killing her stepfather. Yes, that was it. But what was it that he did not have to do?


Jason's mouth was a set line as May turned and strode to the door. He looked over at the others; Kira, back in girl form, Sheena, Hood, Joe. All, for various reasons, sure to follow the shifter in.


She had looked at him first. What about him?


He shook his head. He couldn't possibly aid in... Murder. He did not want to witness it, either.


Jason hung back, not voicing a negative, but just waiting for the others to move.
 
Sheena too had hesitated, but then, meeting May's eyes, shook her head, following her, Hood, and Kira into the house. Even before they've reached the front door her heart is pounding, and she swallows several times, her hands balling into fists. Her palms are sweating and she keeps her hands in fists, not wanting to have others notice.


As they come before May's father, Sheena cannot move or speak; in a single glance she can tell the sort of man he is, that if there was any doubt of May's truthfulness about his abuse, it is now validated. Looking into the man's eyes, she can see the lust and amusement in his gaze, the way he's looking at May, the way he's talking to her...when his glance moves over Sheena, she stiffens, genuine fear as well as anger striking through her, and she cannot come up with a reply or reaction.


That is, until he mentions him and May having a "quick one." At that Sheena's fear is overshadowed by her rage, and she steps in front of him immediately, lifting her chin and facing May's father head on, her voice low and threatening. "Don't you dare say anything to her or any of us like that ever again, or you'll find yourself missing a tongue."
 
Joe scowls, and rips the beer from the man's hands with telekinesis. He crushes it, and slams it into the wall. He walks towards this... vile THING. He walks up to him, looks him square in the eyes, and says, "Before we get on with our business, I do believe you owe this kind young woman an apology. Refusal to do so shall be very... unpleasant." His voice lowers to a threatening growl. He picks the b*st*rd up with telekinesis, and squeezes every single nerve in his body to the point of nearly breaking, and levitates him up into the air.


Joe raises his hand, and points it towards the father. He makes a squeezing motion in his hand, and the imprints of a giant hand appear on the guys' body. He squeezes harder, and harder, until the man can barely breathe, but not without pain. A darkness falls over Joe's eyes, and his scowls deepen. In a voice not belonging to him, he says, "Now, I believe you were about to apologize? I would kill you myself, but I think there's someone who can do worse things to you...", looking over to Hood. He continues to hold him in the air, his grip not relaxing.
 
Jason watched dispondently as first Hood, then Sheena, then Kira, then Joe- none of them sparing him a glance- turned to follow May inside the house. Shrugging, he wandered over to the van and leaned against it. She watched as the screen door slammed shut, affording him only a split second's glance at the back of Joe's head before he stepped out of view.


So, after watching the door for a moment, he simply opened the door and took a seat facing the sky. He gave his journal a half-hearted glance (he had written plenty on the car ride) and turned his attention to the sky.


He was reminded of a field trip years ago. He and a group of other younglings had been sitting in some grass... Somewhere, or the other. A teacher had accompanied them.


"Look! That cloud looks like Tristen!" a girl had called, pointing at the sky. This was greeted by a chorus of giggles.


"Looks more like a flying pig to me," someone had retorted, to more laughter.


"Hey, look! A baseball game!"


"That the pitcher?"


"Yeah! And there's the batter..."


"It's Mr. Carrol!" someone yelled. All the kids had doubled over in laughter at the reference to their principle.


"I see a tree," commented Jason, passively.


"Mr. Carrol? Who are you kidding? That's a platypus!"


"Look! The tail!"


Their teacher had told them about platypuses earlier that week.


"That really looks like a tree," said Jason. It really did; like a Christmas tree, complete with roots twining into packed dirt. He could see the fringes digging into the surrounding sky, and the sun was just in the position to be the star at the top....


"Look! A dragon! It's eating Justin Bieber!"


The boys all cackled at the joke. Jason was bewildered. For one, the cloud looked nothing like a dragon, and second, he didn't find the statement funny at all. So immature.


He imagined up presents and a hearth surrounding his tree, and an eager dog nosing around the wrappers, and kids rushing down a stairwell to see what Santa had brought them.


Man, I had it easy back then, Jason thought, returning to the present. Dreaming about Christmas. He felt as out-of-place as always, sitting outside a house where a host of hardened supernaturals murdered a rapist. He turned towards the building; what was going on in there?


Jason was jolted out his reverie by the sound of an approaching car. He stood and slammed the van door shut, seeing a sleek black car driving down the street. He began to gravitate towards the house door, feeling apprehensive.


The car squealed to a stop in front of the driveway, and the driver's seat door began to open. Jason spun, dashed through the front door and raced up the hallway.
 
Sheena had gone very still at Joe's actions, then hurriedly backed out of his range of reach, not wanting to be unintentionally or otherwise injured by him in his actions against May's father. Closer against the other girls, she watches with some apprehension, swallowing, fighting back the automatic fear his show of ability and violence brings out in her...May's father deserves this. If Joe had not acted now, then Sheena would have too.


And anyway, Hood hasn't acted yet...more and worse is yet to come.


She looks up as Jason runs through the front door, his expression tense, afraid, and assumes at first he just decided to come in after them after all. But when she glances at him again, something about his eyes makes her frown, doubting this first assessment.


"What?" she mutters to him, before glancing back at Joe and May's father.
 
"Uh," Jason said, momentarily frozen at the sight of Joe holding a strange man in the air. The rank small of alcohol and nicotine wafted into his nose. "Uh, I mean, there's a car outside! A black car just pulled up. Uh, I'm not...." He gestured off-handedly at Joe. "Interrupting anything, am I?"


He felt frozen in the hallway. He felt so ridiculous.
 
Her eyes skipping past Jason to the hall immediately, then back to Jason, Sheena forgets the others as she steps closer to him, her heart suddenly beating faster, her mouth going dry. She licks her lips unconsciously as she wipes one palm on her leg, already feeling the fear close itself around her heart.


"A black car? Out there...who's in it? Are they getting out?"


It can't be the police. Police dont' drive in black cars, so that's not it. It can't be...it's no one Sheena knows, who would she know who drives a black car?


Then again, who's to say they couldn't rent one, or borrow one, or trade it in...
 
"Uh, I didn't see them, but they were getting out..." Jason edged closer to the wall, eyeing the others warily. "They... Didn't look like good news." He stared at the front door for a moment, then Joe and the man, then back at the door, then gave up and stared straight ahead instead.
 
Hood had gotten from the car and followed May up the walk and toward the house slowly, eyes drifting around the area to make sure there wasn't anyone waiting for them. You could never be too careful. At May's words, Hood simply smiled and gave a small nod, as if to say he was in. As they stepped in, the various stinks assaulted his nostrils, making his smile fade a bit. When his eyes set on the disgusting looking middle aged man, however, the smile simply went away. The two conversed, revealing another name from May and that the other remembered her. The mention of a 'quick one' caused him to glare a bit, but he remained unflinching until the girl stumbled back into him and the man's eyes locked on him. Hood's eyes were hidden behind the shadows of the hood that lay over his head, but his grin twisted forth none the less. He went to say something, but Sheena cut him off, threatening the man and only making Hood's grin widen.


Then, it happened. Joe had picked up the other, trying to pry an apology from him, then looking back toward the creature. Hood tilted his head and lowered the thing covering his face, revealing his features to the man. "I agree. An apology would seem the correct action in this situation. And, as for your earlier question, sir, I am called Hood. I am an acquaintance of... Siran," he began, stepping closer to the dangling form. Blackness began to churn behind his eyes and small tendrils of darkness began slinking over his arms. They were anxious to harm this man, but he would wait. He did not want to do this in front of everyone.


(Sorry for the short post. Having trouble following all that I missed. The next will be better.)
 
Sheena is no longer very worried about the man, or anyone or anything going on in the room. She is in fact hardly able to remember what they were there for. All she can think about now is the black cars, about any number of possibilities of who and what is in them...she wants very much to go to see who they are inside them and what they want, and at the same time, she very much dreads the possibilities. She makes no move, her eyes turned past them all to the entranceway.
 
The man is now terrified out of his life; who knew the actions of his past would bring him death by supernatural beings? He struggled in the air now, and as May watched, she wasn't sure what emotion to feel. Anger, fear, joy, triumph, pity? She moved to the side as Hood stepped forward, her slim arms wrapped around herself almost comfortingly as she bit her lip lightly and looked at the step-father. Waiting.


He looked to Siran and even though he didn't look it, he could actually think. And as his eyes grazed over her broken looking mental state and desirable body and looks. He shook his head, an actual smirk on his disgusting face, "I did it 'cause I could bi**h. Your mum didn't give a f**k anyway" He laughed cruelly but his laugh was cut off as he felt a hand grab him, pull him down from the air and then sharp claws like knifes slashing across his face, crimson blood now running down his cheek as his eyes widened. May had used gorilla strength to pull him down, then switched her nails to that of a tigers claw, slashed his cheek with them and was currently putting the very tip of the claws against his eyeballs, she hissed viciously, her eyes now furious. "Don't you dare talk about my Mother. She was bed-ridden and you took advantage of that." His eyes widened, "What the f**k?" Yeah, he was terrified by Joe and Hood, they weren't normal of course. But he thought Siran was a weak little girl, her sudden strength and ability to have claws had just freaked him out majorly.


She now pulled back, seeing the emotion in his eyes and not wanting to be closer to him for a moment longer, you could see her sudden burst of authority had left her emotions slightly confused and she looked to him, "Oh, you didn't know about this did you?" She suddenly began switching forms, her hair, eyes, body shape, face shape, all of it, changing every second, causing her step-father to take a step back as his eyes widened. May then turned into a thirteen year old version of herself, her deep brown hair was actually longer, down to her back, and she already had a figure though it wasn't as prominent as her older self. She spoke, her voice sounding younger as she stepped closer to the man she held so much terror and anger for. "You sold me to Calius before I found my power, didn't you?" She got closer now, her fury overriding her fear as she switched back to her older form, shoved his chest and then switched into a nine year old little girl with chestnut coloured hair that was done in one long plait down her back and big brown, innocent eyes, she was wearing a long, pink summery dress and spoke in a tiny, sweet voice, "Why did you do it Daddy? Why?" He looked down at the child, his eyes wide with fear as his brain managed to convince itself that he was going insane. Seeing the child who he had ruined, the one who he got rid of five years ago so that he had enough money to pay for his **** and booze, it had messed up his mental health. May could see this, she could see something in his eyes that gave her hope that he might apologize, that he might realize what he had done wrong. So she took the final step. Her body shifted once more into a woman of about 30 with dark brown curly hair and deep green eyes, she was also very beautiful, must be where Siran got her looks from. The woman spoke in the sort of voice you would imagine on a perfect mother, caring, comforting and still slightly stern, but her voice sounded distraught as she spoke to the man, "Why did you hurt my baby Reece? I trusted you to look after her, why would you do that to her?" He looked up into the eyes of the woman he once actually loved, and broke. He collasped onto the floor, hands gripping his head as he shook it furiously, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just go away! Please go away!"


May switched into her normal, eighteen year old form and took a few steps away from the man, so that she was now residing beside Hood and Joe, she dropped her gaze to the floor as her arms wrapped around herself once more. Thinking of how she used to beg him to go away, to leave her alone, he never listened. It was that final thought that caused her eyes to harden and her gaze to lift to the self-destructing, pathetic excuse for a man, "You can kill him now." As she spoke her voice sounded exhausted and she took a step back, away from them, sitting down on the chair she knew was there, and rubbing her forehead, her eyes welling up. That confrontation had taken a lot out of her, hearing her Mum's voice coming from her own lips.
 
Joe points his hand at the man, picks him up with telekinesis, and slams him into the wall with enough force to break the plaster. He picks him up again, and crushes every nerve in his skin, causing an unimaginable pain to lance throughout his body. The man lets out a scream of pure pain, and passes out, but Joe revives him with a vicious shake. He brings the man closer, and spits in his face. "You are a pathetic creature, aren't you? I think this will be the most unpleasant thing you will ever experience... next to my friend is about to do to you..." He crushes each nerve in his body again, reforms them, and repeats. Again. And Again. He stops, and allows the man to breath, allows him to cry until he can no longer. Joe pulls out his knife, and pushes into the man's hand, stabbing it through. With a sudden jerk, he cuts open his hand, and allows blood to flow freely. He knits the damaged hand back together, and throws him onto the floor in front of Hood. "Enjoy, my friend."


Joe turns to the rest of the group, and says, "You may want to leave now, I have a feeling this may get particularly... gory." He walks over to the point in the wall where he had broken it, and leans next to it. He fixes his gaze on Hood and the man, his face set in stone with a cold, expressionless stare.
 
Even with her concern over the approaching men in the car, Sheena couldn't help but jerk to attention when May began to confront her father. She watched with her heart pounding, her throat choking up as May slashed his cheek and then shifted into her childhood self, begging to know why her father would mistreat her. May had been an achingly beautiful little girl, and as Sheena stared at her, hear stomach twisted painfully, her lips thinning to a white line in her face. May looked nothing like she had as a child, but still she saw then, almost a ghostlike echo behind the child form, of herself.


Ten years old, scrawny and knock-kneed, straggly short hair and defiant eyes, standing at the sink rebelliously pouring her father's whiskey down the drain...his roar of fury as he came behind her, heavy fist lashing out, as Sheena/Legs/Margaret fell, her chin catching the underside of the sharp table corner and bleeding so heavily she was scared at first she had nicked a vein. Even now, a white scar remains...


A woman, May's mother, Sheena assumes, but she thinks for the first instant she sees her that it is her own...dark hair, young, gentle and distraught...Sheena sucks in a breath, a half sob escaping her, at first because she believes the woman at a glance to be her own mother, and then, because she is not.


When Joe begins to stab May's father, Sheena cannot take it anymore. She thought at first that she would be able to stand this, that she could even join in. But the combination of thinking of her own mother, her own self as a child, and connecting it in some way to May's situation makes this entirely too personal...deserving or not of death, she cannot watch this man die, and forgetting the men in the black car, she turns, stumbling towards the door.
 
Jason went weak-kneed immediately, watching blood welt out of the man's face, under May's sudden claws... He clutched the wall behind him, trying to press himself against it, unable to look away.


Then Joe took reign, and when the man was crushed against the wall, Jason staggered to one side, squeezing his eyes shut and flinching. Immediately after, a piercing scream came from the man. God, what sort of creature made this noise? It was the noise of the damned, the screech of those who were banished to hell forever.


He fell to the floor, but the scream went through the hands clamped over his ears like they were nothing but air.


The scream ended. Jason allowed himself a breath.


Then it started again.


The thirteen-year old could not imagine what could induce such a noise, and did not care too. Running with his hands over his ears, he stumbled away from the yowling, and towards the door. Out. He had to get out! He had to get-


The door slammed open, a split second before Sheena herself reached it. Just as the screams ended for good, and the body- surely, dead?- was deposited on the floor, and two figures stepped through the doorway.


"Freeze!" yelled one, aiming what could only be a firearm. Jason, eyes closed tight, caught only squinted glimpses of them. He didn't care.


But when the door opened, he had skidded to a halt, fell to the floor, and scrabbled backwards.


Jason had thought he had been terrified before.


(I did not think this out. Faith thinks the men could be following Sheena, but anyone with a good idea, act on it, would you? The men could be after anybody here.)
 
(if they were following Sheena, it would likely be either cops, agents of some kind hired to find her by the wealthy family of the man she and her friends kidnapped, someone associated with or who is enemy of her Lycan relatives, or someone associated with her prostitution days. But it doesn't have to be her, if anyone has a good idea, shout it out, I'm not committed yet. Regardless, she doesn't know who these people are at this point, so they aren't her known family at any rate.)


May's father's screams grind Sheena's teeth and cause heavy chills to shudder through her spine, but as she reaches for the doorknob, desperate to be out of range of hearing as well as sight, two men open the door, almost hitting her in the face. As one holds the gun level at her, Sheena goes rigid, fear striking to her core. Her breath nearly stops....she does not recognize this man, either men, nor does she know exactly what or who they want. But her emotions are strong enough to cause her to begin to shift into her Lycan form, a noise that is half human whimper, half Lycan snarl escaping her throat. But even as she shifts, her hair beginning to recede, fur sprouting, her body twists awkwardly without the bones reforming themselves correctly, only causing her pain that makes her utterances grow sharper, confused and afraid.


Sheena cannot seem to complete her shift; because she cannot understand that this is due to her nearly incapacitating fear and also physical dehydration and strain, she cannot calm herself and instead only makes her attempts hurt worse. After a furious struggle to shift, in which her hair frequently changes lengths and her bones twist and straighten repeatedly without remaining in a steady form, Sheena's face grows pale, her eyes roll back in her head, and her limps buckle, sending her into a limp pile on the floor. She is unconscious temporarily. As her body is formed to relax, it fully shifts back into human form.
 
(May doesn't really have anyone after her, perhaps Calius and his men, but that was from three years ago.)


May hides her face as Joe deals with her step-father. Does he deserve this? Yes. Does it still feel wrong? Yes. She doesn't watch what Joe is doing, she just listens to the screams and cries with no emotion, no tears, nothing. Her face and eyes as blank as an empty bottle. But then, as the men storm into the house with firearms she looks over, freezing. Before they can see her she switches her form to a 9 year old girl with black, short curly hair and 'innocent' blue eyes. 9 year olds can't be imprisoned, and that is her main priority. She refuses to return to jail. The worst they can do is put her in social services, and she can easily get out of that.


She then watches as Sheena falls and her eyes widen, "Sheena!" Her voice is young and she runs over to her, ignoring the firearms pointed at her as she drops to the ground over Sheena's body, she notices her chest rising and falling and feels relief run through her, she also does not recognize the men.
 
(lol Kira probably as a few angry people after her, I mean she is a bounty hunter in a sence but also a high class theaf. Not to mention demon boy....)


Kira watched all that went on. She growls at the men and then jumps up. She kicks a man down and then flips another ontop if that one. She spins around and grabs another one throwing him to a wall. She pulls out two knfies from under her shirt and then slashes one man that got up. One fired at her but she dove to the floor and then rolled running to grab may and sheena.
 
(lol someone claim them :P does anyone particularly want to define who they are?)


Still unconscious, Sheena remains unaware of what is happening, hair partly strewn across her face. Her eyes are moving beneath her eyelids though, as she is only lightly and briefly unconscious.
 
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