((Sorry, addictive to the mentalist so my posts might be a little slow.)) Calla The beast had them covered and all Calla could see was his vague outline; it wasn't enough to fight him with. The intense stare burned into her as the beast waited for her move; but she really couldn't do anything but... rebel. Calla sat down on the floor and looked in the direction where she saw vague outlines of clustered people. "Great, now you'll never know how I survived because I can't defend myself!" She yelled with a scowl on her face. The boy was on his own now, Calla had made her decision. "They don't own me I'm not a piece in their game Can't control me They're the only ones to be blamed I'll never breakdown" She sung to herself quietly, waiting for her death.
Wynter What was once a girl was now a vicious hound standing in front of her. It looked like a hassle to turn into. "Doesn't that...hurt?" she asked gingerly.