Street Kids

Unclenching his fists from the wheel, Hood waits for the girls to enter the van once more, only starting to relax when the woman from earlier ran toward the van, standing before it. The creature thought about simply plowing over her, but stopped as she began to speak of answers. Meeting her eyes as she met his, Hood watched her slowly move toward her cycle and gave a somber nod. "This is all getting out of hand," he snapped, much more angry than he'd intended it to sound. Sighing when Caroline asked about going to get her father, the creature turned and gave a wane smile, nodding once again. "Yes. I told you I would help and I will not go back on my word. After we finish up at the diner and figure out just what these people want, we will go to the prison."


When May spoke, the male gave another nod. "Yes, May. We will go," he said plainly, his usual smile going over his face. "We do not know just who these people are after or which one of us these 'answers' are intended for." The very thought bothered him greatly. Surely it could not be him, could it? As far as he knew, he did not have any sort of record of existence at all; could one of his past Hosts have found him? Sought him out after so many years?


Letting his mind continue to drift through these possibilities, he put the van into drive and started with a lurch toward the diner ahead...
 
Still gripping May's hand, though she loosens up her hold a little, Sheena remains silent as Hood steers the car in the direction of the diner that the woman had indicated. She doesn't look up or out the window, keeping her head lowered, as if in hopes that she will not be seen by others outside the car. If she could, she would lower herself to the floorboard, but as it is she is still trying to hold herself together enough to make sure she won't do anything embarrassing. What that might be, she isn't sure of- space out, cry, start telling them way more about herself than she wants them to know, wolf out...she just knows that whatever loss of control might come, she doesn't want them to see it.


This is her fault, she is somehow sure of it. Never mind that May has people from her past, never mind that Caroline is clearly more than meets the eye, never mind that Hood is a huge question mark...somehow, Sheena is sure nonetheless that this is her fault, that whatever is going on has something to do with her. She's putting them in danger because of her.


What if Mr. Kellogg figured out she's not dead after all, what if he was revived at a hospital? He was so rich and connected, what if he or someone in his family figured out she's not dead and was hiring people to get their revenge on her? What if her dad had figured out she was able to shift, just like her mother...what if he had hired someone to take her out, the way he had killed her mother? What if those girls from juvie, the guards, even her cousin, what if her cousin or someone else in Sheena's family had decided that having a half-blood, someone who was DISGUSTING, as Devin had started to say, was beneath their dignity and wanted to dispose of her?


Without planning for the words she leaned close to May's ear, saying very softly, "I'm supposed to be dead. I might have killed someone...and I"m supposed to be dead."


Caroline accepts May and Hood's assurances that they will indeed find her father and leans back in her seat, exhaling slowly, still lightly hugging herself. She just hopes that whatever's going on, it will be over with soon...but if it's the Brinkermans, if it's the police...she might never see her dad. She really wishes they'd avoid the diner and just go on.
 
The Witch looked at Kira and Devin with an angry look, but to Rhys it looked like she didn't see them as a threat either. He looked back at them, surprised in a way. He would never thought that they would be protective of him in this way. It made him feel...happy.


Rhys shook himself out of Kira's grip and turned back to the Witch. She smiled at him. Rhys was happy for their help, but this was his fight. He turned to them.


"Go. Go away. I looked for this...this vile woman for so long and she is mine. I will kill me. This is my fight." He wasn't sure if they would listen to him, but he had a feeling the Witch wanted it this way as she seemed to be waiting for something.
 
*Christian's car passes the service station only minutes after the van with Hood and the girls had pulled out, now only a few miles behind them, he starts to pick up Sheena's scent*


Christian: Kent be a good lad and speed up I'm in a bit of a hurry to retrieve my prize.


Kent: Yes sir, I'll have you there soon, umm sir before I get there shall I get your weapons for out of the trunk?


Christian: No need, this will be a friendly exchange of ideals and if violence erupts we'll just tear out their hearts but I doubt it will come to that, besides I'm wearing silk today and I don't want blood on my shirt.
 
After a few moments, the van finally arrived at the diner, pulling up and stopping quickly. Hood killed the engine and turned back toward his companions, a half-smile on his face. "Now, to to ensure that this isn't some sort of setup to separate us, I'd like us to all stay together. I originally thought of just going in alone, but I'd feel terrible if something happened while I was away," spoke the creature, calm as if he was talking about something completely normal. "However, if something DOES happen while we're in there, I would urge you all to stay back."


Looking over toward the Lycanthrope, he studied her carefully. "Sheena, if things do go sour, please make an exit and keep from letting your Lycanthrope side out unless it's completely necessary. I fear it would greatly impede the rest of our trip if you were to ruin your clothing," Hood said with a light chuckle. "It could present a very awkward situation if we were stopped by anyone such as law enforcement or some such thing."


Continuing to think things over and ponder what they'd be up against, he opened the driver's door with a creak and exited, footware scraping across the various rocks and debris that lay on the busted up pavement. Moving toward the door, he opened it easily and looked at the others with a plastered on grin that hid his true emotions. Gesturing behind him toward the diner, he spoke again, his words a mix of business and a giddy excitement. "Well, ladies... shall we?"
 
May is indeed shocked when Sheena leans over and whispers to her that she is supposed to be dead, and might have killed someone. Sure she shouldn't have assumed she knew all about Sheena just because they were the closest in the group and because they shared a few moments. But still...people thinking she was dead. Did that mean someone had tried to kill Sheena? She clenched her hand back as they clambered out of the vehicle and headed to the diner door. She disregarded the comment about maybe killing someone. May had technically killed her Father, and she was plotting to kill Calius. So she didn't see herself as one to judge; not that she judged much anyway. But as Hood pulled open the door, and as they followed in suit, she leant over, whispering lightly in Sheena's ear, "Don't worry. I'll stick by your side no matter what happens, okay?" She gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before sweeping her skeptical grey eyes across the room.
 
*Only minutes after the van stops at the diner, my SUV pulls up in the parking lot* Wait here and be good and I'll bring you a cookie. *As I step out, Kendra and Vince pull up and park next to the van the kids came in* You two make sure no one else comes in. *As I walk into the diner I take off my overcoat and place it on a coat hook by the door, which I lock behind me, one of the waitresses protest but I quickly put an end to that passing her a few hundred bucks* We're gonna have a private party tonight. As I look around I see Sheena and start towards her, stopping at an empty booth just a few feet from her* Soooo how's the pie in this place? *grinning at the kids and Hood*


{Crap I forgot to describe how he looked, Christian is wearing a gray Armani suit, very good looking and clean shaven, he doesn't appear to be armed}
 
Sheena does not much like Hood's suggestion- well, more like statement- that she is to clear out if something is to happen inside the diner. And leave May alone in there? And even Caroline, as annoyed with her existence as she was at the moment...she was supposed to flee, like a coward? She was supposed to leave, instead of fight- run like she was afraid of them? Even if she was afraid, she didn't want to RUN.


Still, she understands that driving around naked would not only be an excruciating experience for her, it would also involve the possibility of a policeman seeing and pulling Hood over. And if she reveals her Lycan abilities publically....


God, she wished she had more control of herself.


As they step inside the diner, Sheena looks around warily, staying close to May and glancing at Caroline to make sure the younger girl keeps near them too. Caroline's eyes are shifting around the diner, taking in everyone, and she nudges May, whispering, "Where is that girl from the gas station?"


As Christian stands, approaching them, Sheena stiffens, her eyes narrowing into slits. She doesn't understand...this has to be a set up. Why is he acting so friendly? What kind of "answers" are they giving in a public place...this is a set up. He's going to arrest her.


She lifts her chin defiantly, her voice low, but fierce. "No one wants to hear your small talk. What do you want. Just /say/ it so we can deal with it."


Still, she keeps her hands balled in fists partly because she is afraid they will shake if she doesn't.
 
*I continue to small at her* You the girl with all the attitude sit here. *Gesturing to the seat across from me* It's been my experience when people skip the small talk they miss out on really getting to know each other..And I know you want to know who I am don't you girl? No please sit, you and your friends order something to eat, I can hear the little one's stomach. *glancing at Caroline* Whatever you want it's on me, I would like for us to be friends, so everyone relax trust me I have no intentions on harming anyone. *With my heighten hearing I can hear his pack outside moving into position to help if need be but I have no intention on calling them cause like always I have a plan if I get into trouble.* Come now you can't tell me you all aren't starving you look like you've missed a few meals lately.
 
Caroline eyes the man who has not yet introduced himself cautiously, unsmiling. He is correct, her stomach is growling...she had eaten back at the house, and she had eaten with "Jenny" as they had been preparing to go to the house, but she cannot seem to entirely rid herself of her hunger. She has eaten so sporadically over the past few days, since she ran from the Brinkermans, that her body seems to not yet be caught up to the fact that she has recently been eating.


Sheena is herself hungry, but will not admit it to this man. She stands her ground, shaking her head, tossing her hair back behind her shoulders as she does so, and then crosses her arms, saying defensively, "I don't want anything. I just want to know what you're doing following us already...if you're after May, or her-" she nods towards Caroline, her voice noticeably tenser when she says May's name then Caroline's, and doesn't finish the sentence, but her tone is very hostile.


Remembering then what Hood said about sticking close, staying back, keeping calm, Sheena makes an effort to try to lessen her feelings, swallowing and inhaling slowly. She'll let someone else talk for now, just to make sure she doesn't lose it, because the last thing she wants to have to do is leave.
 
*Looks towards the two other girls, I smile and wave to them* May? Sorry never heard of her so I have no interest in whoever she is. Now if you want your answers little one I suggest you sit with me especially since I've asked so politely, I mean after all we're practically family. But I will tell you this I was not follow all of you there was only one of you I've come to see and I've spent a lot in time and resources to do so. *Turning my attention to Hood* Hmmmm Miyako was right you do smell funny anyway you should all eat, don't punish the little ones because you're stubborn.
 
Practically family...PRACTICALLY FAMILY?! What the hell was the guy going on about...Sheena didn't /have/ family, what was that supposed to mean? Was he mocking her? Did he know about her, that her father had abandoned her long before she left him, that her mother had died- been murdered? It wouldn't take much effort to find her name in the system, to find her mother's obituary, her court records...


He had made it clear that he wasn't after the other girls...he was after her. This guy...for some reason...this guy wanted her.


The last thing she wants to do is sit down with him.


Without further thought Sheena reaches for May's hand and squeezes hard, attempting to gain calm and strength from the contact. She has almost forgotten Hood and Caroline's presence nearby as she continues to look up at the man, trying to keep aware of her breathing rate, her heartbeat, and knowing all the while that if she starts to get too agitated, it could be too late way too fast for her to control.


Glancing back at Hood, she seems to be asking him with her eyes what to do now.


(For any interested, I am posting Caroline's story (a novella) of her kidnapping and life with her dad in creativity lounge, first chapter is up)
 
*Growing tired of this denial, I stare straight into Sheena's eyes and with calm but commanding voice I command her to sit down* Sit, and eat something all of you, I won't asked nicely again. *Pulling a quarter out of my pocket then flips it into the air, there's barely a sound made as the bullets goes through the window and through the coin leaving a clear and perfect hole dead center* That's my friend Miyako, you remember her right well right now she's about a mile away when she fired that shot, now sit down! Or we can see just how good of a shot she really is.


{A powerful Alpha can command another Lycan without a pack to follow his commands he could even force her to shift}
 
Looking around, Hood stays quiet for a moment, trying to judge the situation before he opens his mouth to speak. When the other male mentions them all being 'friends', Hood gives a nearly silent chuckle, stepping forward to stand next to the table. He sniffs the air as well, trying to place the familiar scent in the air. His own ears hearing movement outside, he frowns a little, but does not act just yet.


When the man mentioned family, however, it clicked in his mind. Finally, words pushed forth from the male's mouth, his voice deep and serious. "For starters, I do not generally eat, though the others can if they would like. Take no offense, it is just not required for one such as myself." Giving a bit of a smirk at this, he continued. "I did not realize just what that smell was until now... you are all Lycanthropes, yes?" he questioned with a devilish grin. "Interesting."


The grin fades when the other male barks a command at Sheena, then flips a quarter into the air. A shot fires, piercing the bullet, and the man explains just who it was. "Miyako, the woman from earlier? Another Lycanthrope I presume?" he asked, shaking his head. "All the talents of Lycanthropy and you still choose to arm her with a rifle? That seems counterproductive. They're such messy and annoying things." Giving a sigh at the commanding presence of the other, he shakes his head a little and continues his words. "I understand you wish to give us some 'answers', but making threats is not exactly the way to go about it." His last words are cold and sharp, and for just a split second, his eyes glaze over with an oily blackness.
 
Sheena has absolutely no intention of sitting down, boxing herself into a corner like that. Sitting down means that she's going to be slower in her reflexes, because she'll have to stand before she can do anything. Sitting down means she can't run or attack at a split second's notice. Sitting down is a form of submission, and she won't do it. She doesn't care that some of the waitresses are looking at their group suspiciously now, doesn't care that they might be thought of as a gang, or a fight waiting to happen. She doesn't care that someone might get upset and call the police...okay, maybe she does care about that, and if that happens, she's grabbing May and Caroline and running with everything she's got.


Point is, she won't sit. Not for this guy, not for anyone.


But when the man commands her to do so, Sheena finds herself sitting at the nearest booth automatically, absolutely beyond her control. Stunned, she tries to stand back up, to push back from the booth and rejoin the others, but is soon horrified to find that her legs will not work. Why can't she stand...did this man do something to her? Did he hypnotize her? Why can't she stand?!


Her eyes wide, she looks to May almost pleading, finding herself not able to find the words to explain that she physically cannot make herself stand. What if she's stuck here, how will she be able to run out?


When the shot fires Sheena freezes, her already widened eyes growing so huge they seem to take up most of her face, the color draining immediately. She is still unable to stand, to try to run as her trembling begins, her heartbeat immediately speeding up to the point of her barely being able to draw a breath. She is not yet wolfed out, but she is beginning to show signs of approaching it.


Where had the shot been fired? Who was hurt? Where was the gun, there was a gun...


A few of the waitresses screamed, and one spun in a circle, trying to discover where the gun was, who had been shot. One began searching for her cell phone, calling out that she was calling 911 in a trembling voice as the other two ducked behind the counter. Caroline, who had been standing next to May, reacted with rapid instincts, immediately diving under the booth beside Sheena's, where she crouched, trembling, her pupils dilated with her fear. For once,thoughts of her father are not prominent in her mind.


He had always said people would be after them, that they maybe might even kill them...and now that she was going to him, it looked like that day had arrived.


(Macal, remember Sheena's phobia of guns? Lol)
 
May stands silently, her body against Sheena's as all of this happens. She reacts by squeezing Sheena's hand back when Sheena grips her in a death lock. She stared silently at the man, her grey eyes flickering slightly. Who is he? It is clear he is after Sheena, but she can also tell that Sheena hasn't the slightest idea of who she is. But then he commands her to sit - and she does so. Her eyes narrow. She finds herself sliding down to sit beside Sheena, gripping her hand again under the table as Sheena's eyes go wide and her face pales at the gun shot. "Breathe Sheena." She whispers to her, her voice almost non-existent. May herself is not scared, doesn't seem it at all as she stares down Christian. She now speaks freely, having caught his scent and matching it subtly to Devin. Her voice isn't a whisper, it is normal level and a casual tone, she stares at Christian boldly as she speaks, but her words are clearly meant for Sheena. "He's an alpha Sheena. A strong one at that." Her eyes narrow as she continues to stare into Christian's eyes, "He can command you to do something and because you are a pack-less Lycan, you have to follow his orders." It is clear May knows a lot about Lycanthropes - obviously from Devin's own knowledge. She has her shoulder against Sheena's as she sits beside her, knowing that someone her presence calms Sheena slightly. Her promise to not leave Sheena is even stronger now. "Just calm okay?" Her tone is reassuring as she allows herself to glance at Sheena, her eyes softening. She gives her hand a reassuring squeeze under the table. She is glad she made this form skinny enough to be able to sit beside Sheena. She then looks back to Christian, the softness in her eyes vanishing. "Small talk?" She asks, her tone neutral, "May I ask your name?" May even goes as brave to hold out her free hand across the table, "I'm May."
 
*I look to May and smile* Finally someone with some manners, Hello May I'm Christian and you're both right about me, and miss I wouldn't try your phone unless you want my friend out there to crack open your coconut and show us all what little brains you really have. In fact that goes for all of you, I'm hear for one of my own kind it's as simple as that, she needs to be with her own kind, cause none of you can offer her what me and my pack can, none of you know what she needs or what she is going through. Look at her the poor kid is on the verge of turning and it's not even a full moon, and even tho I'm pretty sure if she did turn she would try to get to me, but that just isn't possible, so then which one of you do you think she would turn all that rage towards. As for our use of guns well I rather use them after all it's a common thing..far more common then a group of people transforming into wolves in public it's simply far more easy to cover up a few shooting then someone being ripped to pieces by a pack of wolves. Don't you agree? *Looking directly at Hood* Now be a good whatever the hell you are and back off, your breath is offensive and it will take more then shifting eyes to scare me off my purpose here. *Shifting my own eyes as I look at him*


Now Sheena, your young friend is absolutely right, you are without a pack so you have no choice but to obey me, so come here, I have something to tell you about your mother, something you need to hear after I say my piece I promise to leave you all perfectly unharmed, that means all of you even the good people that work here, I simply had no intention of things getting so tense but you really left me no choice in the matter, you young people simply have no respect for your elders. *Glancing back to Hood* Before you decide to go all Rambo there sport, you may get to me but not before my friend out there makes paste of all these girls you seem to be so protective of..Listen to me son you want to lead these girls then lesson one, pick your fights wisely, consider every option every outcome never let your emotions lead you into battle you can't win, cause in the end it's not the battle that matters it's the war, this battle is clearly mine. Wouldn't you agree with me miss. *looking back to May and Sheena*
 
Caroline remains under the booth beside Sheena's, watching the ongoings intently, drawing her knees to her chest. So far everyone is ignoring her entirely and this is exactly what she's hoped for. As she listens to the exchanges, it is now clear to her that this man, and the woman from the gas station, have no interest in her at all. They want Sheena...well, that's good, at least for Caroline. They can just take Sheena and go...can't they? And leave her and the others alone?


But what did they want Sheena for? What would they do to her?


The woman who had threatened to call the police gulps, slowing putting the phone down as she hears Christian's words. Quite interestingly, she and the other waitresses, along with the vast majority of the few customers in the diner, have made themselves scarce, and the waitresses don't seem too intent on pressing people to pay their bills first before exiting either. Caroline is glad of this too...if no police is called, then no one can make her go back to the Brinkermans. No one will recognize her.


She hopes that May and Hood will just let this guy say whatever he wants...because someone out there has a gun. Caroline has never been shot at before, never even heard a gunshot, and she doesn't want to ever experience it again.


Sheena is grateful when May comes to sit next to her and attempts through her touch to comfort her, to the extent she'd be angry with herself if she could focus enough to feel shame. She grips May's hand hard, leaning into her side. If she felt safer doing so, she would have closed her eyes or lowered her head in an attempt to focus on calming, but she is not willing to look away from Christian now.


She understands vaguely what May is saying, that Christian as an alpha can control her, but the thought is very distressing to her. For anyone to be able to tell her what to do, force their will on her, let alone a man, a man who is clearly hostile...he could do anything to her. He could make her do anything, and the thought of just what those things might be causes shudders to break through her.


It takes several moments after Christian has spoken for what he has said to get through to her. He knows her...he knows who she is, what she is? He's Lycan...he's threatening Hood, there are people outside who could hurt them...


He knew her mother. He had something to tell her about her mother.


Her heart pounding, her mouth suddenly dry, Sheena stares at the man- Christian, he had said, an ironic name if she ever heard one- with disbelief, anger...but also a hope that she despised in herself. Because no one ever spoke with her about her mother. No one knew her mother...what could he have to tell her? Could he have really known her...could he have something of her mother's to give her?


"My mother...what?" she stammers, licking her lips.
 
May's eyes narrow as Christian begins to irritate her slightly. Crack open your coconut? Make paste of them? You could see this offended her from the slight way her eyes seemed to flicker, but she spoke in the same tone she had earlier, controlled and polite. "Excuse me sir. But what on earth leads you to believe you could so easily, 'make paste of all us girls'? You speak like it is something simple." A smile crosses the pretty young face of May's current form, the girl with the black hair and grey eyes, but the smile is not particularly from happiness or joy. "I don't believe one should ever talk about the deaths of others like it is nothing more than the weather." Calius crosses her mind with the next sentence, "Some people are annoyingly hard to kill." Her eyes darken slightly and her tone changes in the subtlest way so it sounds more like a warning, "I could be one of those people." But then her eyes are back to grey and she is smiling lightly again, it happened so fast Christian could have imagined it, "Yes. Sorry about the tense atmosphere. We all have our reasons to expect a battle at every corner." She then turns to Sheena, her eyes becoming gentle once more at Sheena's stammer. Her tone is light and soft as she speaks to her, it is clear that May and Sheena are close just by the way they interact. "You want me to give you some space so you can talk to him?" She asks. She knows Sheena's mother is a touchy topic - such is her own - so she is not sure whether Sheena would want her to overhear what Christian has to say.
 
Sheena shakes her head immediately and vehemently in response to May's question, her eyes darting to meet May's. The last thing she wants right now is to have her leave her, not with this man, not when Sheena is having to concentrate every second, almost, not to lose control of herself. May is the one person right now that has a chance of keeping her bordering on calm, and she doesn't want to even think about what could happen if she left.


"Stay," she says softly, before forcing herself to look up at Christian again, still holding May's hand beneath the table. She makes herself sit up straight and tall, swallowing back her fear. She can't let him think she's weak. She can't let him know how much he and his control of her frightens her...


"What do you know about my mother."
 
May simply nods, yup. She is definitely not leaving Sheena now. She looks to Christian, then glances to Hood, willing him with her soft eyes to stay calm. She hasn't seen Hood in full throttle, she is sure no-one has lived to do so, but she knows he can certaintly do a lot even when he is not trying. He mutilated her Father's body. Then she looks down to the hiding Caroline, and worry crosses her face. Oh dear. The poor girl is terrified. She just hopes that Caroline will stay out of sight, the more invisible she makes herself, the less she could possibly be harmed. She looks back to Christian, she, unlike Sheena, has no fear of Christian at all. She knows he cannot control her the way he can with Sheena, and she promised herself to never be scared of men like him, ever again.
 
Your mother, well for starters I was there when she was born, I watched over her and helped teach her what it meant to be one of us, I knew everything about your mother and if things had turned out different I know she wouldn't be dead cause a stupid human was to scared of what she was, a human she took over me and look how that turned out, if your mother had chosen me over him you two would still be together, you would have a home and you would have been trained to properly embrace what you are. You are no common lycan you come from an exceptional bloodline, practically royalty in our world, but look at you now scared to death sitting there barely holding on to your human form it's disgraceful what you've become, so much power and still to helpless to use it properly and one day without my help you will either kill one of your friends or you will force them to kill you. I can teach you control. *Lifting my control over her* There you see you're free to move on your own.


Sheena you have 6 days till the next full moon, when it comes there is no resisting it you will turn and then you will hunt. *Reaching into my pocket pulling out a cellphone and a roll of hundreds equal to about 5 thousands dollars* My number is one on the speed dial and this cash should hold you for awhile, find yourself a decent hotel and some new clothes...I know you're scared of me and you should be I'm after all a monster but unlike you I'm a monster in full control of myself and my friends don't fear me turning and eating their faces. Truth be told I'm not the only one of our kind looking for you but I am the friendliest one that is. At least I'm giving you the choice, the others I doubt will be so polite. *Just then Vince forces the door open and walks in, he's at least a foot taller then me and huge built the guy looks like he could bench press a car. He places a box made of rosewood with a very detailed design on the lid, slowly I open it showing you all a very expensive colt 45 silver barrel with a white and red handle, next to it are two silver clips* This is for you for protection, the bullets are silver hollowpoints should be enough to scare off any strays that come after you. *Closing the lid* So I've said my piece any questions before I go about my business?
 
May can feel her eyes turning into daggers as she glares at Christian openly now. She waits until he is finished, at least giving him that curtesy before she cuts the silence with her angry sounding voice, yet it is still controlled. "You should really be more careful with your words, Christian." May's voice is sharp as she speaks, "You don't seem to realize how wrong your words are sometimes, and if you do." She pauses, tilting her head slightly as if observing him, "Well then, you must be an arrogant jerk." Her eyes are hard now, and a side of May that she is sure no-one here has seen comes out. The bi**h side. "My friends don't fear me turning and eating their faces." She repeats his words exactly, "So what? You think we fear Sheena?" She laughs lightly, but it is stone cold. "Of course we aren't scared of our friend. I know I'm not scared of my best friend. How about you Christian? Oh wait, you probably don't have one right? Just minions I guess." Her eyes are locked in on Christian as she squeezes Sheena's hand lightly under the table. "Of course it's completely Sheena's choice on what she chooses to do. I just thought I'd correct your oh so wrong words. Wouldn't want you planting lies in her head." Her tone is bitter as she glares at him. But then she looks to Sheena and she is back to being the soft, gentle May again, showing to her that she's only a bi**h to those who are a$$holes.


--- Merged Double Post ---


Devin frowned at Rhys, "You sure man?" He shrugged, still furious, but a plus side was that he was able to control himself pretty well. "Well, you're right. It's your fight. But if she starts using mind control on you, I will wolf out on her sorry ass." He stepped back, his claws turning back into his hands. Rhys was right. This was his fight. He glanced around, frowning. Where the heck was Jason? He spotted a small figure cleverly hiding in the knee-high grass. He rolled his eyes but with a smirk on his face and ran over, diving down to crouch beside Jason. "Hey Jason, got any ideas on how to get rid of the hag if Rhys starts to look like he needs some major help?"
 
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