Street Kids

May feels a subtle warmth in her heart as Sheena kisses her cheek and gives her a gentle squeeze before letting go of her. Her eyes hit the floor before Sheena's question causes them to look up at the window she is staring out of, she shrugs, her insecurity being replaced by her brave demeanour as she mutters, "I have no idea. But if that idiot doesn't leave soon so we can all get some sleep, my tired ass is going to have to go out there and sort him out." As she speaks she frowns as she realizes something, "I just realized...am I the only shape shifter who DOESN'T lose her clothes when switching?" She flicks her eyes to Sheena, "Because when I shift, my clothes shift with me." She wonders exactly how that works, it's like she imagines someone or something in her head, then bam, she's it. She always imagines them with certain clothes aswell though.
 
"I think...I think I'm different," Sheena tries to explain. "See, Kira doesn't lose her clothes either, remember? And you guys, you can be whatever you want to be. I'm...I'm not a shapeshifter, I'm Lycan. It's genetic...it's in my blood. My...my mother was." She swallows hard, thinning her lips at the mention of her mother, forcing her thoughts past her, as she continues. "I didn't know I was...my father never told me. He..."she can't believe that she's telling her this, and her stomach flips unpleasantly, but this is the first person she feels she can tell, the first who will understand...


"He killed her. When he found out. I....he told me...when I was eleven...that was the first time I ran away. They kept trying to get me back, social services, cops, all that...I was in foster homes, and...everywhere...but I kept going, and then they gave up, eventually. Then...just this year, I found out. I started having weird stuff happen...with my body...not shifting, but like, preparing to shift...and eventually I met someone, a...she was my cousin, turns out...apparently she's been watching me, from a distance, waiting for this to happen, but none of my mom's side of the family wants to get involved with me...I guess because of the running, and my dad...and they know what he did...and maybe they think I'm like him. I Guess....me going to juvie and all, that couldn't have helped changed their mind...I guess I don't blame them. So she stuck around...just long enough to tell me who I am, and help me...learn a little about it. I'm only half, not like my mom and my family...so I can't control it. It just happens...when I'm scared, or mad, or if it's a full moon...I can't make it stop, most of the time. So since I cant' control it...my clothes aren't part of it. And they rip up."


Taking a slow breath in, she glances down at herself; being 5'9 and only 118 pounds, she's pretty sure if she stands, the man's pants will fall to her ankles. "I'm gonna have to figure out a way to have more clothes all the time...it's kind of been a problem."
 
May listens silently throughout it, at the mention of Mothers her own stomach feels like it's being knotted up. She loved her own Mother so much. She was glad that her Mother never found out the awful, disgusting things that her step-father did to her. It would have destroyed her mental health. It did Siran's. She felt so trusted, Sheena had trusted her with this information. She guessed that she hadn't told anyone else before, by the way she was speaking. She nodded at her comment about clothes, "I'll get you some." She gets up and walks to the window, as her hand rests on the window frame, she pauses, sucks in a breath and turns to look back at Sheena, her voice raw with emotion, "D-Do you ever wonder what it would be like if..if she was still around?" She can't manage to look Sheena in the eye as she asks her a question she often wonders about herself. What might have happened, what could have been stopped. He could have been stopped.
 
Sheena can't speak for several minutes, her eyes growing hot with tears again, and she lowers her head, taking in another deep breath, then letting it out as she nods slowly, though she knows May doesn't see. Has she ever wondered...more like this is all she's ever dreamed about....


She can only remember snippets of her mother, since Stella Sadovsky had been killed when she was only three years old, but what she remembers of her is how lovely she was, how she had always looked at her with a gentle smile, how she had held her and sang to her and told her how strong and special she would one day be. She had called Sheena not Margaret, as her father had, but Sheena...Sheena, her queen of the jungle, strong and brave and free. That was what Sheena called herself now only to those she most chose to trust....Sheena, her mother's name for her.


If her mother was alive...if her father had not killed her...there would have been no years of neglect and outright abuse. No lack of food and proper clothing, no watching her father in his alcoholic rages, dodging his fists, no scars....no shouted insults and complete lack of caring that she was out all night just to escape watching him sleeping with his girlfriends right there on their couch. No years on the streets of dodging druggies and pedos, cops and do gooders, no being sick and hungry and cold, no juvie, no rapes, no being forced to sell her body and half her soul just to survive...she would have learned about her Lycan powers under her mother's loving care and instruction and always been ready, always...always been okay. Always wanted, always loved...and her father had ruined it all.


"I know how it would have been," she whispered. "It would have been perfect."
 
Kira looked at him and then looked up. "He's a demon...." she said and then grabbed his wrist once more. "Come on let's get to the others." she said pulling him along. "I think hood will be fine but we can't get in the way." she said and then stopped once she reatched the others. She was panting a bit. She looked at them and then sat down. (I guess I will make it so her clothes shift. Lol) she looked at Jason and then let go. "As long as we aren't up there we should be fine if hood can handle him." she sat down on the cold floor and sighed deeply.
 
May watches the turmoil that Sheena seems to be going through inside of herself as she waits patiently for an answer. As Sheena opens her mouth to speak, May brings herself to look into the girl's eyes. "I know how it would have been." She speaks in barely a whisper and May listens intently, "It would have been perfect." May nods, her eyes wet with tears, she knew that if her Mother hadn't of been ill, if her Mother didn't die. Sure, it wouldn't have been perfect, her Step-Father would still be the monster he always was. But he wouldn't have been able to do anything to her, her innocence wouldn't have been corrupted. She would have never had to 'work' for Calius, she wouldn't of had to experience the hell hole that Juvie was, she wouldn't have had to sell herself to men just to spend another day alive. She would have had a home, a family, people who loved her for herself and not her looks. She blinks and one tear hits the floor, she quickly wipes the eye it fell from and turns her back to Sheena as she lifts one leg out of the window, she speaks suddenly, "What clothes size are you?" Her voice is empty of any emotion and she does not look back.
 
Though May is not looking at her, Sheena sees her tense, can smell her sorrow, and knows despite her tone that her thoughts are dark and melancholy. She sighs as she replies, letting May have her privacy.


"Zero, I guess...it's kind of hard to find stuff that fits right, so it's okay if it's guy pants, for the length, as long as they are pretty narrow in the waist too. Or you can get a belt...I don't care if it's baggy as long as they stay up....thanks."
 
May nods, "Alright. I'll be back soon." She clambers out of the window and wipes her eyes, briefly looking up at the roof which the others were upon. She made a growling noise and switched into a robin before flying up there briefly, landing beside the man, switching back into her human form, "Can you kill him soon please? We're all getting tired and we can't sleep knowing that he's around." She glared at the man although her words were directed at Hood. Without waiting for a response she switched into an eagle and shot off, heading to the town.


Once she had spotted one of the best shops in town she flew to the door, shrunk down into an ant and snuck underneath the gap between the floor and the door. Once she was inside her small ant head looked around and she spotted three camera's, she scurried over to the security room, snuck under the door and turned into a human girl with a blue bob of hair and dark brown eyes. She hit some switches and turned off the security camera's before grabbing the key, unlocking the security door and heading back out into the shop area. She managed to find a girl's size zero area and searched around a bit before settling on the same style clothes Sheena had been wearing before they got ripped, they weren't at all girly, but Sheena seemed to like that style anyway, she checked they were long in the leg before settling on them. May strolled over to the exit door, unlocked it and hung up the key where it was before leaving the shop, they would assume one of their stupid workers forgot to lock up.


She switched back into an eagle, gripped the clothes in her claws and flew back to Sheena, flying right through the window and landing infront of Sheena before switching back to herself and handing her the clothes. She smiled at her, "Here you go, I don't know if you like them or not, but they are clothes."
 
Sheena smiles back at her genuinely, taking them. "Thanks." She's eager to get out of the bloody clothes of the man she had killed; all this time she's been able to feel him against her, smell him too, and she strips them off without the hesitation she had showed earlier, not caring at the moment what May sees. Once she's dressed she feels much better and yawns, laying down; she knows it's probably stupid to stay in this area, that now that she has clothes she should take off, but she's so tired...and she doesn't want to leave the others, especially May. It's late enough now that all the stores have closed, and it is very dark outside. She only hopes that Hood has taken care of the guy outside, and that Kira and Jason are okay.


Yawning, which turns into coughing she covers with her hand, she looks over at May.


"Should we go check on them...or did you see if they're okay when you left? Shit, I'm so tired."
 
Hood tilted his head at the man's reaction to the thing spearing him into the top of the roof. He had expected the other to be screaming by this point and the simple outburst had been a disappointment. "IF I can kill you?" the creature asked, tilting his head the other direction. "You spoke of my normality, yet you are not screaming and wish death? Perhaps I am not the only one who is abnormal."


Extending the rest of his fingers, he speared them all through the other's shoulders, lifting him to face-height. "You really should be screaming by this point. This is not going at all how I would have expected," sighed the oily black monstrosity, a bizarre look of disappointment on his face. "Perhaps I just need to pry further for my information."


When May appeared beside him, the creature shot his white-slits of eyes toward her, sure it was someone sneaking up on him. When he studied who it was, he calmed, never flinching from holding up the other man, however. At her words, he began speaking, cut off as she simply flew away.


"I do not understand those who can shift their shapes. They all seem to hold such strange moods at times that it becomes difficult to observe and study them," he rambled, then turned back again to the man, twisting the talons that held him slightly. "Please, keep refusing to tell me. It will be interesting to see if I can draw a voice of pain from you."
 
May frowned, "No I did not." They seemed fine though, she grins lightly, "Hood seems to be having a lot of fun, although he doesn't appear to be pleased with the fact that the man is not screaming" She looks to Sheena, knowing the girl doesn't trust Hood. She sighs, "I don't think he is much of a threat Sheena..you have little need to worry about his intentions."
 
"I've never heard of a man where you didn't have to worry about his intentions," Sheena returns darkly, laying her head in the crook of her arm. She is quiet for several moments, then looks over at May. "This...it might sound weird, or lame or...whatever...but would you want to....I don't know, stick together? After tonight?"


Her voice is soft, more vulnerable than she wants it to be as she waits for her reply.
 
May agrees with this, every man had bad intentions somewhere inside of them. She sighs and lays her head back against the mattress as the silence surrounds them, then Sheena's vulnerable voice breaks it, "This...it might sound weird, or lame or...whatever...but would you want to....I don't know, stick together? After tonight?" She blinks at the ceiling, stick together? Stay with someone else? After all those years of being alone. Trust someone else? Silence surrounds them for almost two full minutes as she thinks. What if she lets Sheena down? What if Sheena lets her down? But maybe, maybe looking out for each other would be a good thing. May...even Siran had been alone for so long...that she didn't know what it would be like to have someone else to depend on, to rely on...to help. She finally sits up, looks at Sheena and nods silently, "Ok." Her own voice is small, and she does not give any reply beyond that as her eyes drift back to the floor.
 
Even so, Sheena smiles, ducking her head, more relieved and pleased by this agreement than she had wanted to admit to herself she would be. She is quiet for some time, still lying down, then says slowly, "I used to live with a lot of girls. On the streets. We had a gang...Foxfire?" she pauses, swallowing, coughs briefly, then continues, her voice slow, talking to herself almost as much as to May. "We would avenge ourselves over guys that tried stuff with us...we had each other's backs, and no one could f*** with us without us getting them back worse...we lived together, and it was...it was...." her voice trails off, and she absently traces the outline of the tattoo of the flame on her right breast through her shirt.


"I f***ed that up," she concluded abruptly, turning her face away with a slow sigh. "But this time...it would be different. That was before I was Lycan, even...this time...it could be different."
 
May nods in response, not really knowing what to say. She sighs lightly, "What do you think of the others?" She asks lightly, somewhere in her mind, she was wondering if the others could join them aswell. She was especially worried about the human boy, he seemed to be on his own and he had none of the advantages that the girls and Hood did. "The human kid worries me." May spoke her thoughts, "I'm not too sure if he'll be alright once we part ways..." She drifted off, wondering what Sheena would think, her tiredness was catching up to her and she felt her eyes dropping slowly, she blinked fiercely to keep herself awake, wanting to make sure that the man was gone and everyone was back safely before she slept.
 
Sheena hesitates, then nods slowly. It takes her great effort to say what she next proposes. "Maybe...he can stay with us for a while...until we know he'll be okay." She looks May over, seeing how weary she is, and gestures for her to lie down. "You can sleep...I'll watch out for us. I'll wake you up if we need."
 
May glances at Sheena, she thinks over it for a moment, "Alright..but you better wake me up as soon as something happens!" She looks at her seriously, "I'm deadly serious, even if a mouse damn runs across the floor you wake me up!" She drops back onto the mattresses, going into the fetal position before she is sucked into the land of nightmares.
 
Sheena sits close to May, watching her face twitch in sleep, and hesitates, then runs a light hand over the top of her head, hoping that subconsciously she'll feel it and settle into better dreams. She continues to lightly stroke her hair in slow, even touch, staring ahead of them towards the window, waiting to see what will happen. Occasionally she coughs or sniffs, shaking her hair back from her face, but for the most part sits quietly...for the first time that she can remember in some time, she feels almost peaceful.
 
The man looked at his shoulder. "It probably won't be that easy...i've been through worse." he said and sighed deeply.Although it still hurts quite a lot." he said watching the blood soak the side of his shirt. Still he wasn't showing to much pain on his face. In fact he just gave a grin back to hood. "Bet I'm disappointing you." he said with a pained chuckle. He breathed in deep but out was choppy.
 
May gives a small smile as her nightmare stops and changes to that of a good memory with her mother, her laying beside her in her bed as they watch a film together, her mother stroking her head softly. This was one of the rare moments she was to get with her Mother before she died.


(Sorry, inspiration lost currently D: )
 
(lol we're kind of waiting on Grin and Niv anyway, our girls are sort of hanging around waiting to see what they'll do) Sheena notices May's face relax and smiles slightly to herself, her hand slowing, then just resting on her head. Yawning again, she leans back against the wall, her eyes drifting shut before she snaps them back open, trying not to even blink. She's finding it very hard to stay awake now.
 
Hood gave a sigh, pulling the spears out of the man's shoulders and letting him drop, blood dripping to the rooftop as the claws retracted back to their normal size. Frowning, he nodded, pacing back and forth to think of something. "Perhaps I could simply take him as my new host," he thought aloud, shaking his head. "No, that would cause complications with studying the others. Hmm."


Stopping his pacing, he gripped the other by the throat and lead him over toward the edge of the building. His actions were strangely calm and collected, as was his voice when he spoke once again. "I wonder if you would scream if dropped from this height," he pondered aloud, eyes watching the other's for signs of emotion. It wasn't as much disappointing the creature now, but bothering him. "Just what are you?"


As he questioned the other barbs began pushing forth from his palm and digging into the dangling man's flesh. They weren't enough to cause any real harm, more to worry the other. "This game is becoming a boring one. Would you rather I end it?" he asked, head tilting in an alien fashion. "That is, if you DO sustain heavy damage from the fall. Either way, it would prove to be very painful, I would assume."
 
The man looked at Hood. "Hmm...well you could try....I doubt I will hit the ground." He said his shoulders slowly healing. "You really want to know or are you just being Kira's little puppet? I don't see why you are getting involved. This is non of you're consern anyways." He chuckled and then looked down. "Hmm...." His eyes turned as red as blood. SOon his voice started to warp. Sounding raw and lower as he spoke again. "I highly sugest you return me to the roof top and not drop me. You will not like the outcome. Walk away and then walk away from Kira....Let me deal with her. She is not to be messed with that young girl you see."
 
Jason had plopped himself down in the alleyway. He didn't think he could go back into the building... had no need to go onto the rooftop... and couldn't make himself leave. So, instead, he sat outside, by the mouth of the alley, and opened his journal under the light of the moon.


February 12


You won't believe what I've seen today.


He went on to describe the bakery, and the baker's son; and he detailed Kira, at first the talking cat and then the shifter. He wrote of Legs, who could turn into a wolf, and May, who could grow fangs and claws. He wrote about how fearsome they were, but how they were still susceptible to emotion, and how the two were comforting each other inside... He described Hood, the man who dripped goo, who could grow claws tipped with tar, could jump up walls, took pleasure from watching life, and ending it. He wrote about the man who had tried to kill Kira, and his two accomplices who laid not 5 yards from his current position; and how their blood pooled in the rough cement and squished under his soles.


Then, he looked up. There were birds roosting on the roof opposite the streets. There were cars parked in the near-abandoned parking lots- decrepit, every one of them. There was a crescent moon, that would go down at sunrise and rise again at night. He wrote about these things too.


Finally, he just sat in silence, listening to the faint murmur of voices from the roof.


I must sound crazy, he wrote. I must sound like a raving lunatic by now. But it's true. And I don't know what to think. I'm just a street rat who ran away from home.


My name is Jason Ryles. I am thirteen years old. And I have blood stuck to the bottom of my shoes.


Jason closed his journal, and listened to the crickets in the air.
 
Kira sighed and then looked out to see jason. She watched him wondering what he was writing and why he was even out there. SHe leaned over the window watching. She then looked at the birds. They were hawks, she called them over and as they heard her, they flew over. She smiled petting them and looking at the beautiful birds of pray. She looked out to the sky and then back to the birds. SHe smiled petting them.
 
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