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Fate · by **Fate** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:04 pm

"No, to hide. It is dangerous, no matter what you will get in trouble." she shrugged "Trust me I know."

Oblivian · by **Oblivian** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:09 pm

"I live in the woods. How more can a person hide. I never go into towns, so unless the come to me I'm not in trouble. But if they come after me, they're in trouble." He then looks at her. "Hows the wound?"

Sonata · by **Sonata** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:10 pm

Ignoring majority of what she said, Logan rolled over to face the back of the seat. His arms crossed and he bent his legs so they could rest in the chair. “I was cut by glass in a fight” he muttered. He was surprised he even let that much information off to her. Though her presence bothered him, not in the agitating way, but in the way he knew something was familiar about her, she made him feel comfortable for some odd reason. While lying on his side, the dried rouge line on his bicep was visible. “Whatever you want to ask me…if it’s what I think you may be thinking…the answer is yes. I am.” He couldn’t ignore it any longer. He may not have looked anxious, but he was. His arms were locked tight against his chest with eagerness.

Fate · by **Fate** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:26 pm

Alex shrugged, "So you've been a +anima since you can remember? " she frowned "I wish I had had that."

PhoenixFlame · by **PhoenixFlame** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:29 pm

Well, she had all sorts of questions running through her head.

One: what sort of fight had he been in that he got cut with glass, but didn’t bear any other markings of a fight? But, his answer certainly didn’t match that question.

Two: Did he have that same feeling of familiarity that she had? Though his answer was closer to this one, it still didn’t fit.

Third: Is he lying to me? There, now his answer matched perfectly. Still, even with a match she didn’t think that was what he meant.

She stood out of her seat and grasped the back of his. Reaching out, she extended her fingers to touch the skin just under the cut, her fingers grazing against dried blood. This didn’t seem to bother her. However, when she touched him, there was something else that bothered her. The feeling of familiarity escalated into something entirely different. Something she couldn’t even put into words. It literally zapped her. Look, there, she could see the electrical current passing between them.

That was what he had been alluding to. Her fourth question. The one she hadn’t even wanted to ask because it was too much to hope for. The one she hadn’t wanted to ask because it was too damn weird: Are you like me?

She drew her fingers away, bit her bottom lip, and then whispered, her voice a little husky, as she lowered herself back into her seat, “I think you might need a stitch or two. At the very least…some alcohol and gauze.”

Oblivian · by **Oblivian** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:30 pm

"What do you mean? My life had been full of problems since I was little. Why would anyone want that? But enough of that, you still haven't answered me if you wounds ok."

Fate · by **Fate** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:42 pm

"It's...it's fine. My family trained me when they found out i was a +anima. I have impulses and thoughts, my hyena talks to me, taunts me. For the longest time it told me to kill my family in their sleep. I finally did two weeks ago. Someone found me, playing with my father's heart. They chased me I've been running since."

Oblivian · by **Oblivian** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:47 pm

Ryu stayed silent for a moment, "What is wrong with humans. Doing something like that to their own child?" He starts to get angry and tightens his grip as they walk.

Fate · by **Fate** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:49 pm

She didn't answer, and watched the path in front of them. She didn't know what to say.

Oblivian · by **Oblivian** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:54 pm

He then finally spoke out, "Hey. Don't blame yourself for something a human did to you." He began to walk ahead after saying that.

Sonata · by **Sonata** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 10:08 pm

Logan’s eyes went to the finger that touched his arm and he too could see the connection between them. Were there others like him? If she was an Anima+, then… I think you might need a stitch or two. At the very least…some alcohol and gauze...”Whatever,” he said and shifted back onto his back, moving his arm behind his head. What an idiot. Who was he kidding? He had been alone his whole life. Closing his eyes, he informed, “I’m going to sleep now.” He wasn’t planning on getting off the bus anytime soon. However, that was about to change.

The bus made a stop and a quarter of the passengers stood and headed for the center exit. From the doors by the driver, five men in black suits boarded, passing the driver without tip, and the bus driver wasn’t going to complain for he knew trouble when he saw it. The men walked to the back of the bus and surrounded the seat that Logan was snoozing in.

Getting an awkward feeling that someone was hanging over him, Logan frowned and grumbled, “I told you, I’m trying to-“ His eyes opened and he recognized the men as being one of the gangs from the fight. Cautiously, he sat up in his seat with his back against the steel.

There was a middle-aged man standing before him with kind brown eyes and a sickly-sweet smile. “Hallo, mistah Matthew Logan. Vhere ver you planning on going?” Logan’s mind immediately told him to leap over the seat, and at the same time, unconsciously, his eyes darted in the direction he planned to go. The thugs glowered and when Logan lunged for the chair they instantly were on top of him, hands snagging him at the back of his neck and arms. He was jerked around to face the boss and before his eyes could adjust from the spin, they nearly bulged from their sockets when a fist slammed into his abdomen. Releasing him to let him slump to the floor between the seats, he curled up, coughing and gasping. “Do not try to run vhen I’m talking to you, Mr. Logan. You made my friends have to get rough. So please hear me out, ya?”

Shaking his head, Logan coughed and said, “No. I do not fight anymore.”

The crime boss frowned and leisurely turned for the doors. “Then I hope my friends can change your mind.” On cue, the henchmen reached between the seats, trying to snag him. Logan swatted at their attempts and kicked one of the men in the groin as he would fall back into the young woman’s seat.

PhoenixFlame · by **PhoenixFlame** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 10:35 pm

Well, if there was never a ‘leave me alone and be quiet’ before, there certainly was now. To the strange man’s declaration of going to sleep, she simply nodded, and sat in her seat stiffly.

What had that been? Could it be what she thought it was? And if it was…. She shook her head. No. It was just static electricity, never mind the goose bumps, the feeling of recognition, the almost déjà vu, and whatever the hell else. She would not entertain the idea. She just wouldn’t.

She scooted to the far side of her seat, crossed her arms, and looked out the window. She thought about reading, but she didn’t feel like it. She was reading a love story. Somehow, that didn’t seem fitting now. She didn’t know why. It just wasn’t. She felt the bus come to a stop, and she knew that she should stand up and get off, but she didn’t. Besides, she had today off. It wasn’t like she had to be anywhere important. Perhaps she’d just ride a bit longer.

“Hallo, mistah Matthew Logan. Vhere ver you planning on going?”

The sound of a voice drew Carys’ attention, but she didn’t turn to look. She pretended she hadn’t heard anything. She was just minding her own business. Yes, she was. Matthew Logan. So, that was his name? That was nice too. The sound of shuffling, a blow, and coughing whipped her head around. She looked at Matthew, down on his side, curled up, amongst the goons. Her hands tightened into fists at her sides, but what could she do? She weighed one-hundred and twenty-five pounds. There was no way she was going to be able to take one of those men down. Not even one. Of course, that might be different if she shifted her form, but…she had never done it on will before. Had never wanted to. Who willingly wanted to be a Freak?

The man that was obviously the boss turned to the doors, leaving his hoodlums behind him, and Carys’ eyes widened. She knew what was going to happen now. Quickly looking to the front of the bus, she saw that the driver didn’t plan on doing anything. She frowned. What kind of screwed up society did they live in? Could she seriously just sit here and do nothing?

No sooner than thought ran across her mind then one of the men stumbled backwards, letting out a howl as he grabbed at his crotch. She snorted with laughter, her hand lifting to her face as she grinned, “Oh, he got you good, hm?” She shifted her attention the remaining men and Matthew on the floor, “Perhaps you guys should fuck off, while you still have your balls, hm? Wouldn’t want you to lose your chance to breed. Oh no. That would be horrid.” Well, the way she saw it was there was no way of getting your emotions all worked up faster than possibly having the living hell beat out of you.

Sonata · by **Sonata** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 10:52 pm

The man that collapsed tipped over onto the floor, groaning and grunting. Another man whirled upon the young woman to roar at her, “Mind your own business bitch!” The three other men commenced stomping Logan, driving the heels of their dress shoes into his chest, stomach, and face. When he stopped struggling, the men reached down and picked him up, dragging him to the bus exit. They felt they drew enough attention to themselves already.

There were too many eyes. Logan felt just as uncomfortable as the henchmen as they headed for the doors. Glancing over his shoulder at the girl, he knew she would probably follow. “Stay on the bus! Go home and don’t follow.” As the men stepped off, he added, “I’m just a stranger!”

PhoenixFlame · by **PhoenixFlame** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 10:59 pm

She stood up, and then shrunk back a little when he yelled back at her. No. She shook her head. No, he wasn’t a stranger. He was like her. He was. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, he was. She hurried after the group, and once she stepped out on the sidewalk, as though the bus driver had been waiting for her to leave as well as the group and Matthew, the door closed, and the bus drove away as fast as it could. She followed. Of course she followed.

Sonata · by **Sonata** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 11:24 pm

The henchmen dragged Logan into an alley where the crime boss stood leaned against his car. They threw him at the boss’s feet where he laid there, trembling in pain. The middle-aged man gave a fatherly smile. “I only ask that you do vhat you originally signed up for, Mr. Logan. Vasn’t it for money? Or maybe it vas glory, ya? Vhatever it vas, you vill have more of it if you fight for me.”

Panting softly, Logan’s fingers curled against the asphalt as he felt they were in a secluded enough spot. He could feel his claws cracking through his cuticles to rake along the ground and his teeth narrowing in his mouth. Snarling deeply, his eyes went feral as light stripes flourished across his flesh. “I will never work for you or anyone!” he snapped and was about ready to leap to his feet and rip them all to shreds when the crime boss erupted into laughter. Logan’s animalistic features instantly vanished on hearing a single applause.

He glanced up at the crime boss with inquisitive eyes, and then back to the henchmen who were looking at him fearfully. “I knew it,” laughed the crime boss and he leaned off the car. “I thought you vere vun of those creatures though...you don’t seem to change as much as the vuns I’ve seen.”

Slowly, Logan rose to his feet. “There...are more like me?”

“Of course. Did you think you ver the only vun? You have no place to go. None of you do...but...I can offer you a life. A life vhere you vill no longer have to hide vhat you are...”

PhoenixFlame · by **PhoenixFlame** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 11:42 pm

“Oh, right,” Carys’ voice echoed down the alley. She was standing just within the mouth of it. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her left hip was jutted out, “Like he wants anything to do with you after the way you kicked him around like he was a damn soccer ball? I’m sure he’d do better on his own than ever taking up with you. Besides, he’s not alone anymore.” She uncrossed her arms, and pointed at herself, “He’s got me now.”

And then her eyes landed on Matthew, “I knew I knew you, even if I didn’t know you.” She let her gaze linger on him. See? It wasn’t just static electricity.

She turned those honey eyes back to the boss, “I know what you’re planning. That you want him to keep fighting? You just want to use him. Use him until he’s dried up, tired, too exhausted to fight anymore, and then you’ll dispose of him. He’s not going with you.” And she stomped her foot a little. She meant business, she did!

Sonata · by **Sonata** on Wed Nov 12, 2008 11:59 pm

Logan pretty much followed everyone’s heads as they looked up the alley at Carys. “I told you to stay on the bus!” he yelled angrily.

The crime boss smirked on seeing the young woman. He hadn’t noticed her before. “Ah, so you have a voman now, ya? She isn’t vun of your therapists, ya?” Logan growled. How did this man know so much? It was frightening and he was happy he didn’t return to his apartment, but it didn’t seem to matter. He still didn’t get far. Bowing his head to hide the malice in his smile, he snapped his fingers and two of the crime boss’s thugs went to gnab her and bring her over to their gathering.

“She has nothing to do with this!” Logan shouted.

“Oh...but she does. She is vhat vill persuade you to join me.”

The two henchmen bound her by the arms with the barrel of their guns hovering about her cheeks. “We don’t have to settle things this way” Logan begged.

“No...ve don’t. But...this is all happening because of you, Mr. Logan. I vill let your girlfriend go if you get in the car.”

“She is not my girlfriend. I don’t even know who she is. She’s just a girl I met at the bus stop.”

The crime boss arched a brow. “So you von’t mind if I take her off your mind then?” The
henchmen cocked the pistols at her face.

“No! Just leave her out of this please.” Why didn’t she stay on the bus?

PhoenixFlame · by **PhoenixFlame** on Thu Nov 13, 2008 12:41 am

Carys held her ground as two of the goons broke away from the group and headed toward her, pulling weapons from the inside of their jackets. She was feeling it now. The anger, the fear. The two emotions were mixing in her bloodstream, convoluting, and she could feel it beginning. She felt her biceps grabbed, saw from her peripheral the guns pointed at her face. And the emotion churned more. Just…a moment. It was building. The click of the pistols was the final straw.

Carys let out a cry. Her transformation, for all of its delightful freakiness, was also painful. She bent over, her hands coming up to knot into the fabric of her shirt as she let out another shout. The hair atop her head began to lift, harden, reflecting the sun even more vibrantly. Where the goons were holding her, they would soon pull back their hands because the same hard hair, sharp as needles, began to extend. Her clothes seemed to melt, become one with her. Her body features smoothed out, became undefined in nature, but left the clarity that she was still a woman. Sprouting down her back, on her legs, even, the same needles were growing, lengthening. Her feet lengthened a bit as well, became more angular in shape. Her fingers also grew longer, and the nails extended, razor sharp.

When it was over, literally only just a matter of seconds, the pretty girl from before was gone. In her place was some sort of half-human, half-porcupine looking creature. Her skin had turned a strange shade of brown-gray, and her skin had been pulled taunt over every muscle, even in her face, stretching out her nose, and pulling the corners of her eyes back somewhat. She wasn’t attractive. Not as far as she was concerned, and her thought on the entire thing was the only one that mattered.

The two henchmen were just standing there, their jaws on the ground. Carys was sure, that if she looked around, everyone would have the same expression. But she didn’t want to see their faces. She didn’t want to see the horror, the disgust. And, she most certainly, for unknown reasons, did not want to see Matthew’s face. It seemed to her that his revulsion to her would be the worst to bear.

She turned her honey eyes – the only part of her that truly remained the same – on one of the henchmen. In a move that was lightening fast, she shot out her arm and grabbed him around the throat. Her other arm grabbed his wrist, tightening, until, with a strangled cry, he dropped the gun he was holding. Behind her, the soft sounds of the other henchmen raising his gun to shoot her fell on her ears. The quills on her back stood up straight, and with a hard exhalation from her, shot out – to only be replaced as quickly as they left her. The henchman let out a shriek as the quills embedded themselves in his chest before he fell over backwards, unmoving.

She turned quickly, holding up the thug by the back of his neck now, she planned to use him as a human shield. She started to move forward. Only half of her face could be seen around the man she was holding. He was kicking his legs. That was all he could do. If he tried to scratch at her hands he would find them pricked full of holes in a matter of seconds. With the one eye visible, she centered on the boss. She still refused to look at Matthew, “Let him leave this alley or I’ll make sure you get a taste too. Like that guy back there. You know, the one that’s dead?”

AHeartlessNobody · by **AHeartlessNobody** on Thu Nov 13, 2008 4:25 am

Amaya sat on the ground, away from everyone. Her white wings sort of wrapped around her in a protective form. She sat there silently, half wanting to be alone and the other half wishing she weren't so anti-social.

Sonata · by **Sonata** on Thu Nov 13, 2008 9:00 am

The crime boss chuckled at Logan’s pleas. The sudden shriek had everyone’s eyes dart in Carys direction. Logan’s eyes went wide on seeing her transform, She...she is an Anima+ he thought in shock. His eyes darted around, watching the henchmen collapse around her. He even winced when one henchmen was turned into a pin cushion. The crime boss was in awe, standing there with his mouth agape.

Let him leave this alley or I’ll make sure you get a taste too. Like that guy back there. You know, the one that’s dead?

As Logan glanced around, he noticed that most of the crime boss’s henchmen were down. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he prowled over to the man. “I don’t think he has authority right now” said Logan before he drew his left hand out from his pocket and shoved him up against his car. “You made me miss my bus. Where are the keys to this fancy vehicle behind you?”

The crime boss gave a quivering smile and said, “You just missed your chance. You could have belonged somewhere. You vould of had-“

With a strong right hook to the man’s face, Logan sent him to the ground in an unconscious heap. “I’ll find them myself” he grumbled, crouching next to the crime boss as he began searching his pockets. His words leaked over his shoulder to Carys though he did not turn his head to look at her, “So you are like me. If you want to catch that bus, help me find the keys. That bastard drove off with my stuff.”

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