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Thomas Jackson

the kanima

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a character in “havoc”, as played by LawfulAnnon

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THOMAS JACKSON
the shape you take reflects the person that you are

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name: thomas mason jackson
nicknames: tommy, jackson
age: seventeen
birthdate: november 22nd
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species: kanima
sexuality: pansexual
hometown: beaumont hills, ca
hex: #153d88





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APPEARANCE
As a child, Tommy was an awkward, overweight child. He would wear these huge, ugly glasses which made him the focus of childhood bullying. It wasn't until he was bitten that his more attractive features became prominent. Tommy went from overweight to lean and muscular, despite not being athletic. He rose seven inches, standing proudly at 6'2. Tommy has a sweet face and smile, highlighted by his blue-grey eyes are the only thing that haven't changed. A sprinkle of moles dot his neck and jawline. His overall style is very lazy and messy. Clothing quality depends on what the foster family is willing to spend on him, not that he needs expensive clothing. His dark blonde hair is never style, always in messy waves that stick out everywhere. Tommy prefers layers with his clothing, no matter the heat. Ripped jeans and hoodies are his go, a clean T-shirt if he's feeling fancy.

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ABILITIES
Tommy has been a kanima since he was fourteen. Through a lot of hard work, mostly on his own, he has managed to keep the kanima under control and away from a master. Being that a kanima is mutation of the werewolf gene, Tommy has many of the abilities a werewolf has: sense, speed, durability, healing, strength. Major differences include his shifted form resembles a lizard, with reptilian skin, claws, a tail, and yellow, snake eyes. Tommy can go into a half-shift and full shift with ease, but it gives his kanima side more control. Tommy can also exert poison from his tail and claws when shifted, rendering his victim paralyzed. He also has the ability to to climb walls and hang from it. In his full form, Thomas's scent is unrecognizable and cannot be tracked by other werewolves or supernatural creatures. Tommy forcefully shifts during a full moon, and he is at his strongest. The kanima has some resistance to purple mountain ash, so yellow mountain ash must be used to contain him. His full form is afraid of his own reflection and will flee when faced with it. He seeks a master and will begin to take on the voice and traits of his master, including their fears.

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likes: wandering, concerts, dark colors, snakes, food trucks, english class, midnight swims, amusement parks, tequila, foreign languages, hoodies, urban exploring, road trips, drawing, climbing, cold water, meat lovers pizza, waking up early, dogs, researching

dislikes: being ignored, science, forced participation, libraries, the full moon, hot weather, horror movies, silence, skinny jeans, riddles, arguing, tabloids, sappy movies, lightning, sweet coffee, being inside for too long, birds, hunters, people who overshare, having his photo taken

strengths: determined, empathetic, charismatic, logical, independent, brave, athleticism

weaknesses: secretive, cynical, deceitful, paranoid, vindictive, stubborn, thrill seeker

fears: rejection, killing someone he cares for, birds, the truth of what happened to his family, lightening, an evil master.

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PERSONA
Thomas has always been a private guy, preferring to keep his problems and issues to himself. He learned that you must rely on yourself before you turn to others early, which makes him a difficult person to truly befriend. Thomas doesn't want to disappoint or let down those he lets in, but he keeps people at an arm length, some from personal trauma and the rest from the fact he's a giant lizard. The kanima is a creature of vengeance and that part seems to have seeped into his personality. Thomas has trouble with forgiving people who have wronged him. He can become vindictive when pushed far enough, refusing to see reason.

Despite his personal attitude, Thomas has always had this magnetic, charisma about him that draws others to him. He doesn't try to attract people, but they seem to come to him. Maybe its his quick wit, always ready with retort or his cynical yet laughable jokes that he seems to have ready constantly. Thomas has been the class clown as long as he can remember. He isn't afraid to poke fun at himself or be the butt of a joke. It could be said he desperately needs the attention or needs to validated by others. You wouldn't be off to think so with the way he seems to change when he hangs around people, like he tries to be something he's not.

While Thomas can come off as distant prankster, he has good intentions when he isn't serving himself. Before his transformation, he was empathetic, able to feel everything that other beings do—whether humans or animals. His intuition is almost always right when he's reading people, increased by his new supernatural status. He has a soft spot for defenseless creatures, not wanting anyone to suffer pain. He can't betray this attitude however. Weakness can be taken advantage of and more is at risk when you're a psycho lizard.


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HISTORY
Imagine you're seven years old and you wake up in the rain. You are completely alone and you don't remember anything, besides your name. Thomas remembers being in a police station, confused and lost. The police had no leads on his family or where he had come from. It was like he appeared out of thin air. Thomas spent most of his childhood shuffling from foster home to foster home. He had some good families and some bad ones, but he never felt at home in any of them. Whenever other children would share their stories of their families, Thomas never had a story to share. He was the mystery child so his foster siblings would make up stories of what happened to him. It was fun to pretend maybe they were out there searching for them, but the not knowing was killing him.

In yet another new town, fourteen-year old Thomas and his new group of 'friends' decided to check out a party in the woods. They ended up getting separated when his friends ditched him when he was complaining how they were lost. As Thomas attempted to make his way back home, he was attacked. He remembers seeing bright red eyes and the pain of something being injected in his torso, before something else attacking whatever was attacking him, not Thomas stayed behind to watch. He hurried home and locked himself in the bathroom, only to see a deep bite wound. Thomas attempted to tell his friends and foster parents, but they thought he was making it up.

At first, everything was normal. Thomas felt fine and his injury healed quickly. He began to notice odd changes. All of his sense became heightened and a normally stumbling boy became graceful and athletic. Thomas wasn't aware what was happening until a set of murders began to pop in the area. Everyone said it was an animal attack, but Thomas knew he had something to do with it. He would wake up nights in a random area, with blood all around him. It wasn't until he woke up in a circle of some kind of ash that a man nearby confessed to biting him. He explained what was happening to him, only to later admit he killed his master and was going to kill Thomas. Some fasting thinking from Thomas saved his life and got him to escape.

Thomas began to spend weeks researching his affliction and how to stay away from potential masters. He practiced self control in a safe space to ensure he wouldn't be at the mercy of another master. Since he had been bitten, Thomas began to gain glimpses of memories. He remembers a family and a house, but it's blurry. One thing was clear: Beaumont Hills. Being a kanima would only end in disaster and according to Thomas's research, he had to make peace with his past. It laid with Beaumont Hills and he managed to talk to his social worker into finding him a home there.

Having been at Beaumont Hills for a few weeks, the adjustment was easy, especially when you're used to it. He's been living with Harrison and Caroline Avery, a police officer and lawyer couple who take in troubled youth. He quickly made a name for himself as a class clown and for being recruited by the lacrosse coach to play. While this is fine for now, he's trying to find information about his family. He's aware of the supernatural in town and while he feels the draw to the Nemeton, the truth of his past is more important.


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So begins...

Thomas Jackson's Story

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney

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Liam Hayes & Olivia Crosby
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"Hey, earth-to-Olivia" Liam spoke waving his hand in front of his best friend's dazed gaze. The two had only arrived at their Fall Homecoming Formal, appropriately named 'Fright Night'. Leave it up to Beamount for the creepy themes. Liam had to admit however, student council really went all out with the theme- the gym actually looked pretty cool all decked with pumpkins, lights, graves, even the food was themed. Unfortunately, the pounding bass from the speakers in the gym was starting to give him a slight headache. Not to mention the strong smell of sweaty teenagers and too much cologne. Yeesh. Liam turned back to his 'date' if he'd even call it that. Olivia and him had been an unlikely duo since their freshman year. Attached at the hip if you will. Liv understood him like nobody else did and for that he kept her close, protected. As much as she hated it. They had made a pact the summer after their Freshman year that if they were too chicken to ask someone else to the dance they'd go with each other. This was their third dance.

Olivia was definitely spaced out. She didn't finally snap to until Liam's hand wove in front of her face. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry it’s just-” Her gaze fell to the floor for a small moment. Something wasn’t right, at first she tried to sum it up as that she ate something wrong or her shoes were too tight. But there was always something different about her feelings when they were related to her banshee heritage. They lingered, and were more of a prickling sensation at the back of her neck. “Something’s not right Lee”. If she was being honest with herself, something had been very wrong in Beaumont for a couple of weeks. Liv had been hearing voices nearly everywhere she went and last week set off her house alarm from sleep walking. On edge had definitely been a kinder term to describe her temperament.

Liam placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Like Olivia not right, or Banshee not right?” He spoke, feeling his wolf-side begin to stir at the thought of any possible danger. “Banshee” Her voice barely came out above a whisper. Liam’s stomach dropped, he had known by know that when Olivia felt something wrong - something was most definitely wrong. Her Banshee senses took a lot of getting used to, and still freaked him out a little. Granted, he could turn into a terrifying wolf at will - but it was Beamount. Who didn't have some freakishness to them?

He scanned the dance floor for anything out of place, but noticed nothing more than Mr. Jacobsi flirt with Ms. Binns at the punch station. Liam turned back to his best friend, trying to soften his eyes and offered her a comforting smile. “Hey, listen it’s probably nothing alright? Remember that time you called me saying you saw me in flames and I just left the toast in a little too long? Not to mention looking at all these sweaty, horny, teenagers is making me feel a little nauseous” He grinned when he got Liv to giggle a little. “Yeah, you’re probably right… Well we might as well try to act somewhat normal right? Care to dance?” Olivia said holding out her hand as she gean to do her embarrassing shimmy that had annoyed Liam since freshman year. She grinned when he rolled his eyes reluctantly but placed his hand in hers. With that she dragged the both of them to the dance floor.

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney Character Portrait: Peter Simmons

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xTommy did not want to be here. Drinking cheap tequilla behind someone's truck was better than doing nothing on Friday night, but listening to the lacrosse team talking about the hot babes wasn't exactly stimulating conversation. The tequilla had no effect, but the burn distracted him from listening.

Tommy didn't plan on going to this dumb dance in the first place. He was content to continue investigating the secrets of Beaumont Hills, but when his foster father, Harrison, pulled out an old suit and explained how they wanted to him to have a high school experience, despite only being at their home for two weeks, it wasn't like he could refuse. Tommy tried, but when Harrison also mentioned he was the police escort for the dance, it only made it harder to say no. The officer wasn't too much of a stickler for underage drinking so he was willing to turn a blind eye to Tommy and his group's indiscretions.

"Hey Jackson! A bunch of us are going to head to that old haunted place by woods after this. You down?" Max, one of the small-brained members of the team, asked. Tommy took a drink of his glass then smirked. "On Fright Night? Careful the monsters of Beaumont Hills will be out to get you. OoooOoooo." His cheap imitation of a ghost gave the group a laugh as he pretended to haunt Max. If only they knew of the creature with them right now. The beefy guy pushed him off before joining in. "Now can we go inside? We paid for these tickets and I'm not hanging out in parking lot the whole time."

The group followed him like normal. He was the leader of the pack, although he didn't know why the guys decided to follow him. It was a sight to see, watching all of them enter at once. It would've been intimdating if the leader wasn't the new class clown, the very everyone described as the new hot guy too. Tommy at the center, looked different than normal. While he was never unattractive at school, it's only amplified by his crisp black suit and his hair was styled instead of his messy waves.

He surveyed the area and noticed many familiar faces. His best friend Liam was there along with his usual trio. His eyes stayed on Olivia however. If he had arrived earlier to the school, Tommy might've asked her to the dance. A few of the guys mentioned she always went with Liam which would've pushed him to ask, but he didn't think he'd be here. He'll grab her for a dance later. Tommy made sure to wave at the trio, sarcastically before sending a wink to Olivia. Riley and Reagan also caught his eyes. A possible friend and an unknowing enemy was only slightly appealing. He noticed Peter wasn't there though. He'd text his sidekick later if he was bailing on him for tonight.

Guess it's the loner and the hunter tonight. He left his group, saying something about making his rounds. From what his super ears overheard, the two had bumped into each other prior. "Is it R right I join the R's? T is pretty close if you think about it." It was a dumb pun, but Tommy had a feeling it would work. "Any of you care to dance or are we hugging the wall tonight?"

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney

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the hunter x Hex: #3592a0 x Outfit

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She was minding her own business, yet also not very attentive to her surroundings. Her heart pounded in her chest - beating like rapid butterfly wings as that weird feeling rose in the pit of her stomach. Having watched Liam there on the dance floor, then seeing all the decor, it made her feel strange. She couldn't quite put a finger on it, but something wasn't right. Something wasn't right about any of this; not the school, not certain students, not this town. She had been drowning deep in her thoughts with that hurried pace, so when someone bumped into her - or perhaps she into them - it was of no surprise.

As Riley collided with her, Reagan's fingers loosen their grasp over her clutch. It dropped to the floor, and the hunter simply closed her eyes to breathe for a second. When they open, she dragged them to the figure that would soon greet them and notices that it is one of the girls she knows from a few classes. A sigh of relief slipped from her lips and she put on a smile.

"S-sorry, my bad," she stuttered, and Reagan began to feel a little guilty. Who knows with whom the fault truly laid regarding this collision? Neither of them paid attention, and they were both in somewhat of a hurry - one to leave and the other to arrive. The latter fashionably late, and when she looked over the outfit it brought yet another friendly curve to her lips.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm sure that I probably bumped into you, or we can just say we both bumped into each other. That way we are both totally absolved of all blame," she proposed as she bent down to pluck the fell clutch from the floor.

"Look, I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going, it's entirely my fault. And are you leaving already? I thought the dance just started?" Reagan had been caught trying to vacate the dance early, and now it would seem that leaving is no longer an option. However, could it be so bad? If she had a friend with her, then maybe she could distract from all the thoughts that certain faces conjure.

"Oh, I was going to go powder my nose," she lied, making up the most ridiculously girly thing that a teenager could to get out of other explanations. Of course, the Werecoyote could probably hear the irregular rhythm of her heart during that tidbit of dishonesty.

Riley continued, "How about this, I make it up to you for getting you a drink or whatever else you want? A way of saying sorry for the inconvenience I caused, sound fair?"

Reagan smiled wide at that and then offered the girl a grin that could only be a playful coyness, "By all means, let's. I didn't have a date tonight, so, since we are blaming you for this - you are going to have at least one dance with me. I hope you know how." She held her arm out, expecting Riley to oblige her by offering an arm for Reagan to hook her own through.

"Name's Riley by the way, I don't think I ever caught what yours was? I'm new and trying to get to remember as many names as I can."

"Reagan. I think we have a couple of classes together," she replied while they walked back to the gymnasium for that dance.

As soon as she stepped back in, Thomas was on the approach. God, he was so hot. Goofy, but hot. How on earth can this guy be here and the only person that might have asked her to the dance would have been Brook. Look at Brook - he was a walking disaster. Look at Tommy - put together. Life was unfair. "Thomas, looking sharp as always. Take Riley - she told me she has all the moves,” she offered the girl up as tribute to dance with him. She leaned toward her and whispered. "He's cute, so you should dance with him. I have to go fix Brook so we can take a picture together.”

She always noticed Brook because he stuck out just as tidy as ever. That was sarcasm. She could have had a date tonight with him, but he wasn’t worth it. She remembered hoping that maybe, maybe after all of the tutoring before her father died, that he would have asked her to a dance or two. But she had never been his type, and she was very sore that she was his type now. If he wasn’t decent to her, she’d have cast him out of her life like she did with all of the others. However, as annoyed as she was by him, she had difficulties keeping her distance.

He also needed her to help him not look like a hot piece of garbage. She left Riley and Thomas, came up behind Brook, grabbed his arm by the bicep, and turned him to face her. She just popped a quick and uneasy smile off for Liam and Liv, but Liam made her feel… strange. She didn’t want to really engage him. She had the perfect excuse to distance herself.

"You’re so embarrassing,” she whispered harshly at him as she rose to the tips of her toes and pushed down on his shoulders so he could hunch over a little to smooth out his hair. Then she helped him tuck things in. Yes, even into his pants. There was no real reason to be ashamed about making these adjustments because he was one of many boys in his family, and as much as she wished he would go away sometimes, she was here to give him that feminine touch. She didn't mind the paint chips. That just came with the package. She was sure his grandma would thank her when he could take a decent picture at the fall dance. "We are going to take a picture together later for your grandma, but I am not going to stand next to a slob,” she scolded Brook whisperingly. Not that anyone looking that knew them were oblivious to their strange friendship. Especially since it seemed to have flip-flopped from her crushing on him without his caring, to him crushing on Reagan without her feeling the same. To his knowledge, at least. Brook has always been attractive to her, but he didn't make an effort to be anything more than friends.

After a few moments of bickering with his clothing, she looked up at him - still close while she flattened the collar of his jacket. "No date tonight, I take it? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised considering your type of girl and your level of-” Reagan stopped there, not wanting to call him forgetful, but he knew.

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney

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RILEY MONTGOMERY
-Werecoyote- | Outfit | Hex: #800000
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Riley silently listened as the girl who's name was Reagan talked. Right, that's what her name was, she remembered it began with an R, just couldn't remember the full name. She did remember faces and voices better than names, maybe due to her supernatural side? She wasn't sure, but as Reagan spoke, Riley picked up on a few nuances. They were slight, but with a trained eye and knowing how to read people, it was obvious she was lying. Riley didn't need to be able to hear her heartbeat increase and beat rapidly in her chest to know she was lying, the pounding in her head was enough of a sign. She may have been one of the worst people when it came to social interaction, but her ability to read people even without the use of her supernatural abilities was a plus. She simply smiled and nodded as Reagan and her conversed, thankful that the former wasn't angry that Riley had accidentally bumped into her, even insisting it was both of their faults if they were being honest.

If anything, Riley had to be honest, it was more so her fault for not keeping an eye out. A small shadow of a smile creased her lips when Reagan initially agreed to the offer allowing her to do whatever she wanted in terms of a few drinks or whatever she may have wanted, within reasonable limits of course. She was actually surprised that Reagan had come to the dance alone, but so did she as she wasn't exactly the biggest fan of people either. Riley awkwardly and carefully took the other girl's arm and began to walk until a familiar enough voice sounded behind them. It was Thomas, one of the lacrosse team members, and somewhat of a friend of Riley's, if one could even really call it that. He was nice enough to her and so she returned the favor of not entirely shutting him down as she otherwise normally would. And it didn't hurt that he was one of the most popular kids in their school as well as rather good-looking if she was to be honest, even if she personally wasn't really attracted to him, or anyone for that matter, except for a few students. But that wasn't the point.

Riley silently rolled her eyes and gave a playful sigh as he made a pun out of their names, as well as his way of asking if he could join them for a while, as well as a possible dance. She was about to speak until Reagan pawned her off onto him, insisting she was able to dance, well at that on top of it. All she was able to do was give Reagan the thousand-mile glare as she watched her walk away to go see some of her other supposed friends. Awkwardly she turned back to Thomas with a small chuckle as she bit her bottom lip, "H-hey, Tommy." she said with a small smile and chuckle. Looking away for a moment as she took a long sigh, she was there for a dance, so why not dance at least once with a friend?

"Anyway, why don't we show these posers up, eh? The best couple to dance the worst wins?" she asked with a mischievous grin as she outstretched her hand to offer him to dance.

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney

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LIAM HAYES
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Liam counted help his straying gaze every few moments as him and Olivia shuffled to the beat in the midst of the crowd. Her unsettling notion when they walked in had set him on full alert mode, and he regretted slightly as his senses were practically on overload in all the worst ways. He noticed Reagan but their gaze was brief as she quickly looked away once they made eye contact. Liam never intentionally tried to dislike anyone, but something about her just sent alarm bells off in his head. But he had to tolerate her presence for Brook. Out of all the potential girls he had to pick, of course he would go for Venandi.

Speak of the Devil.

Liam couldn't help the wolfish grin that appeared as his best friend pulled him into a bear hug. He definitely had been drinking - Liam was a tad jealous. Alcohol affected him in different ways than normal humans. Him and Brook had tested it out their junior year to see how much alcohol he had to consume before he got drunk. It was a horrible idea, as nothing is more rowdy than an extremely drunk werewolf. The two boys had practically a list of horrible ideas on their record, Olivia stopped counting after Sophomore year.

"Brookie! Fashionably late, as always. Hey - you never responded to my text asshole. Liv and I are getting milkshakes after at Skyline if you wanna come" It was a tradition after each dance for them to get milkshakes or ice cream at Skyline, the small mom and pop diner in Beamount. Of course, however, his friend was entirely distracted in other things cough cough Reagan as he obviously threw some looks in her direction. "I'd be careful man - that one definitely bites. Granted you've scared off every other female in this town, so at this point your options are running a little thin" He chuckled slightly a goofy grin on his face, Liam always teased Brook about his bad luck with females. Relationships were odd for him. Liam pretty much had it all but he hadn't had a girlfriend since his eighth grade year, Penelope Bridgewater, and that really didn't even count. It wasn't that he didn't catch the eye of females - in fact he did maybe too much. Ever since his lycanthropy he had made sure to stay far away from any potential romances. He had Brook and Olivia, and he reminded himself that was all he needed.

Thankfully, Brook changed the subject rather quickly to their outfits, he had his mother to thank for his appearance tonight. "Oh you flatter me Delaney. I'm going to say that that's either Kyle or Jacobs" He glanced at Brook's outfit which fit him quite loosely, out of his brothers Kyle and Jacob were a little taller than Brook. Liam was aware of the Delaney's situation and the majority of their clothing were passed down amongst the brothers. Lee always tried to make it casual, he never wanted to ostracize his best friend for his clothing choices. He doubted Brook would even care, but Liam was Liam. "But you pull it off quite nicely, if you don't go home with someone tonight I'll eat my words" Brook slapped him on the back and he instinctively put his hands near his hair, protectively. "Hey, watch the hair man. This took me like twenty minutes". Before he could say anything else Reagan appeared from behind Brook grabbing his arm, offering a rather strained smile in Liam's directly before tugging Brook away. He returned her smile in a half smirk, but winked in Brook's direction mouthing the words 'Good Luck'. He was surely going to need it.

Through their bromantic conversation, he had ineptly forgotten Olivia's presence but noticed she was already preoccupied in someone else. Thomas Jackson. Liam just caught his eye as he sent a sarcastic wave in their direction. His blood practically boiled. Ever since Tommy's arrival he had gone out of his way to make Liam's life hell, and catch the eye of his best friend in the process. None of this would've even mattered to Liam really if it wasn't for Olivia. He knew his territorialness was way of the charts now that he was a wolf, but it was something he couldn't help nor hide. When Tommy winked a quiet growl bubbled out on the bottom of his breath. God, what was with that boy. As much as the others proclaimed Liam was taking it too far, he knew something was off about Thomas. And he was determined to figure out what it was. "I really don't understand what you see in him".

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Olivia let out a slight yelp as she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her shoulders and bring her in for a bear hug. Brook. Even though the hug was more than rough, and she wanted to scold him about his obvious buzz she bit her tongue and smiled. Olivia really wasn’t feeling the whole ‘mom’ thing tonight, especially when the boys she cared for were unruly jocks. She’d just let the boys be boys. “I’m willing to let you join, as long as you don’t eat all my fries like last time” She said with a slight giggle.


As the boy’s ensued in the normal conversation of God knows what Olivia zoned out into her own little world like she always did. These days she found herself falling deeper and deeper into her own thoughts, her Grandma said it was normal for a Banshee. It honestly scared her a little. Freaking herself out was a normal thing, and she hid it under the guise of being ‘overly cautious’.

She attuned her hearing back into the conversation as Brook became all doe-eyed when he saw Reagan standing with Riley on the dance floor. Liam was annoyed by the crush, but Olivia thought it was cute. “Well why don’t you just go tell her that you dork? Every girl loves to hear a compliment once in a while”.

Olivia’s eyes softened at Brook’s comment and she laughed quietly, patting him affectionally on the shoulder. “I think I could save a few dances on the floor for you” her eyes strayed from his face to just past his shoulder for a brief moment and speaking her last words under her breath. “But it looks like someone already planned on stealing you away”. None other than Reagan Venadi made her way over to the group, offering a weak smile to her and Liam before dragging Brook away. Olivia gave him a thumbs up and a small wink as he was taken away.

Olivia was about to comment on the irony of those two to Liam when she felt a pair of burning eyes in the back of her head. She turned her head slowly locking her eyes with, of course, Thomas Jackson. Her face blushed instantly and she found herself staring at him for a little too long. Ever since he had enrolled in Beaumont, the boy had been but a mystery to Olivia. A few meaningful glances here and there or an accidental brush in the hallway. It was practically driving her mad. Liam had pretty much shadowed all the male attention in her life, and scared away any guy who ever wanted her number. Frankly, it pissed her off but she loved the boy too much to argue with him. Like he’d ever listen to her anyway. Still, Tommy was the first boy in a while to actually notice her. Liam hated it. She’d be lying if she didn’t get butterflies every time she locked eyes with him.

Then he winked and Olivia bit her lip to keep from grinning, finally breaking eye contact to look down at the ground. Her little moment was ruined however when she heard practically a snarl come from Liam. Olivia’s eyes flashed with anger and her face was a look of shock. “Liam Hayes. Please tell me you did not just growl at one of our classmates!” Her tone came out hushed and irritated. “I really don’t see what you think is so wrong about him. He shows you up in practice a few times, and now he’s a villain?” She began to see the comeback build up in his mind and she quickly interjected. “Save it, Liam. I do not want to argue tonight. I came to have fun, so if you could keep your wolf where it should be, and get me a glass of punch I would greatly appreciate it”. She sighed turning away from him, glancing back to wear Tommy was standing only to find him engaged in conversation with Riley, who’s hand was outstretched in an offer to dance. Oh. Olivia looked away quickly feeling a little stupid for assuming that she was the only one he would be interested in tonight.

“Olivia” The voice sent chills down her spine. Spoken as if someone had whispered right into her ear. She jerked around only to see that no one was behind her, and Liam was all the way across the gym at the punch table. Clenching her hands tightly, she took a deep breath trying to center herself. There would be no ghosts messing with her homecoming, “please not tonight” she said quietly to herself.

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Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney Character Portrait: Peter Simmons

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xWhile Thomas appreciated the boost to his ego from the compliment from one of the hottest girls in school, it hurt when she walked away from him to go over to Brook, even though he despised her with every fiber of his being. He was hoping to do some prying into how much she knew about the town. Reagan had the attitude of most hunters, but she didn't appear to be very well trained. If she didn't have an inkling about the two supernatural creatures in front of her, she either was a terrible hunter or recently trained. Most likely the latter since teenage hunters are rare.

Looking at Riley, he could see and feel the tension coming from her. Dancing is something Thomas has some skill in so hopefully he might make it a little easier for her. He gave Riley his most dazzling smile as she stuttered out a hello.

"Hey Riley. Let's dance," Thomas says taking her held out hand, with an exaggerated flourish as he leads her towards the dance floor, "I can show you how to two-step if you like. A family I lived with was from Texas and they always said 'these youngins' nowadays need to learn some non grindin' dancing.' Probably one of the most intense classes in my life, but by golly it's fun." His elaborate Southern accent was overblown, but it always was good for a laugh. Riley probably one.

"I mean I can be the worst if you like. Check it." Thomas does a poorly attempted shimmy, which gets some laughs from the couples around them on the dance floor. "Or we can get freaky with it." Using his hips, Thomas does what can only be described as twerking yet also not twerking. Thomas couldn't help bursting out laughing. It amazes him how ridiculous he can be. "Are we the worst yet?" Taking Riley's hand, Thomas pulls her to him, "Now that that we're officially the worst. Let's try something a little more classic." He places her hand on his shoulder and takes Riley's other with his hand, his right hand lays on Riley's side. Thomas begins to lead the two of them in an easy sway as they dance in circles. Thomas is grateful it isn't uncomfortable between them. Riley's not too bad at dancing.

"Look at you! I think we're ready for Dancing with the Stars," Thomas moves them to the edge of the dance floor, "I think you're ready for a spin." Thomas spins her and it goes well, but Thomas freezes when he catches sight of Peter running into the gym, red shirt and obviously terrified. He almost dropped Riley as a sense of dread began to come over him. Something was wrong tonight. He couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from, but it looming in the air. Everyone else seemed undisturbed by this sudden change...

"AH!" Thomas yelped, drawing eyes from those around him. He could feel his eyes shifting to the yellow slits of his other side. It can't come out now, not in front of everyone. Thomas tore his hand from Riley's and shoved it in his pants' pocket, which might've looked dirty if it wasn't for the claws coming out his hand. Something bad was coming. The kanima only comes out on full moons, when Thomas allows it (which isn't right now), or when Thomas is threatened or in danger. He had to get out of here before the scales came out. "I-I'm sorry. I gotta go." Thomas couldn't have left her sooner and he normally would've felt bad for leaving a lady in the middle of a dance, but the creature was demanding his attention. Thomas stormed out of the gymnasium, going down one of the dark hallways to hide. Maybe no one noticed it. Riley would have been the only one to see his eyes shift so he'd have to deal with that later.

Thomas collapsed on the ground, trying to keep his breathes even to calm his heart rate. If the kanima came out, it would attack or try to find a master. The petty jealousy a teenage can have combined with a murderous lizard was not a good combination. He could feel the his eyes going back and forth from reptilian to human as he noticed movement down the dark halls. It wasn't someone from school by the way it would slink around. As the kanima began to take more control, Thomas hollered at it with malice, as his voice became more animalistic, "Get out of here or I'll kill you!" A loud growl escaped his mouth. Thomas panted, feeling the scales form on his body. 'Here we go.' he thought, closing his eyes. When his eyes opened, only yellow slits remained.

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Riley smiled as Tommy greeted her and took her to the dancefloor, and chuckled as he began dancing in a variety of ways, all were bad after the other, especially after he used a southern accent when he told her of how he learned to dance from a family in Texas. She didn't know if it was the terrible attempt at the accent, or the story itself, but a genuine smile and chuckle creased her lips. Normally, she would be the one-off the dancefloor, against the wall drinking some punch, but with it more than likely being spiked, she decided against it. And what could come from dancing with Tommy at least once, even if neither of them was necessarily a good dancer? She was there to have fun and enjoy the evening, and she was going to the best she could. Riley couldn't help but smile and chuckle as Tommy started to do an awkward and terrible attempt at the shimmy, which caught the attention of some of the other students. Which was then followed by what she could only assume was an attempt at twerking? If one could even call it that, that was the one that really made her laugh, not out of finding it funny, but more so because it made her feel a bit embarrassed. But that was the point, to be a bad dancer with him, and so she joined him in the tomfoolery. After a bit of the terrible dances, he offered her his hand for an actual dance, which she gladly accepted. One of the few things her parents did, was taught her how to dance, and surprisingly, she wasn't the worst one.

She was finally beginning to enjoy dancing with Tommy as he felt with the spin, and then suddenly, he stopped the dance. A look of panic and uneasiness overcame his face, and Riley understood it all too much. Any normal person would have been dropped or have fallen by the sudden stop, but Riley managed to react fast enough and catch herself. She looked at him silently as everything else seemed to fade into the background and become white noise, everything else was muffled and a slight ringing sound was heard as she looked at Tommy. Something wasn't right, not just with him, but in general. All of the small hairs on the back of her neck bristled, standing on end as her coyote senses took over, going into overdrive as her ears picked up the faintest of sounds, people's heartbeats, people at the punch bowl sipping their drinks, and breathing. So much all at once, that was until Tommy broke the silence as he apologized and quickly left her, running out of the gym and down the hallway, disappearing out of sight. But she managed to catch someone before the boy ran off, normally his dark eyes flickered for just a moment, something she had seen and experienced herself multiple times before. They suddenly turned a golden color and almost reptilian in appearance. Riley just stood there in silence as she tried to rationalize what she just witnessed, Tommy was someone like her, maybe not exactly like her, but he wasn't human. At least not fully. She finally found herself coming back to reality as she realized all eyes were on her as Tommy had caused a small scene, she was only able to laugh awkwardly and gave a small wave as she noticed a group of people she knew somewhat, there was Liam, Brook, Olivia, and Reagan. Something about those individuals, in particular, seemed off, something wasn't right about them, and if she were to go off on a limb, some were like her, different and not exactly normal.

Riley could have used this for the perfect moment to dip out and go home, forget about this night and just be home, in bed, watching Netflix. But something told her to stay here, stay here and make sure no one gets hurt. Her mind was a flurry of different thoughts as she finally acted out, she followed down the same hallway that Tommy went down, it was dark, and would have normally been impossible to see through, but thanks to her coyote side she was able to see perfectly, she saw a figure on the ground. As she got closer she realized it was Tommy, but...something was off. He looked different, his hair was gone, his usual pristine skin was now covered in scales, and his eyes, were golden slits. She grew close to him as she spoke, "Tommy, are you-" she started but was cut off as something, or someone forcefully pushed her aside, sending her flying into the wall of lockers that lined the wall. With a small and soft groan she looked up at whoever it was that pushed her, but all she was able to see was a dark figure that kept to the shadows, she found herself letting out a small growl as her eyes shifted from their normal hazel green to a dark, golden color, slightly illuminating as she scanned the area. Her senses were now on high alert as she couldn't see anything. "I-I need to leave...I'm sorry, Tommy.." she muttered softly as she slowly rose to her feet and made a run for it down the hall, hearing something begin to chase her down the hallway she quickly dodged into a room, locking the door behind her. Taking a deep breath as she slowly backed away from the door, she found herself in the girl's bathroom. Riley looked into the mirror, her eyes were now back to their normal green, but something was still off as she heard a shuffling sound outside of the door, as if someone was outside of it, and trying to get inside. A low growl escaped her lips as her eyes shifted back to the golden color of her coyote side as her teeth elongated, just slightly, letting her beast side come out to play, whoever or whatever was on the other side of the metal door caused her heart to race a mile a minute, but she was prepared to fight, whatever it was, even if she was slowly consumed with fear and panic..

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She hadn't meant to help Brook's grumpy side come out there for a second. Just like she hadn't noticed that his shoulder recoiled slightly from her pressing touch. Regardless of all his complaining, she felt like she had tried the best she could. Sometimes there was no helping him, but as she took a small step back to look at all her attempts, she actually smiled. He was cute and simple, to put it all into an easy perspective. Then she laughed, but it sounded... uneasy.

She took another step back from him, rubbing her left arm with her right hand. It was as though she retreated back to that quiet timid girl persona just for a moment, "Sorry - I was just... I guess I needed a distraction." Yet she left it there, and he'll probably be beaming at the thought that he gets to serve as that distraction from whatever was going on in her head. It could be anything right now. There's a lot of weight on a teenage girl's shoulder, and she's still a bit confused about how to deal with it without it impacting her.

“Charm? Wit? Handsomeness?” Trinity and Ava passed by, and Reagan swore they gave her an evil look. These were the girls that talked about her behind her back all of the time. They were exactly Brook's type, and he's standing here with her - of all people. “Well, I was going to ask one of the Meadow twins, but they actually like me. Besides I figured no one wanted a jealous Venandi running amok at Fall Homecoming. It’s an ugly sight trust me.”

She leaned forward and slyly offered to stroke his ego just a little bit. "I'd be this jealous," she slowly brought her index finger and thumb together slowly to imply a small amount, but hey - it was not zero. It wasn't that she didn't still like Brook, it was that she simply didn't want him to know. He deserved to suffer in the same way she did when the tables were turned. Only, it was harder than she thought not to cave in to the fact that he liked her now.

Of course he would move onto Tommy, of whom was not nearby. The hot guy of the school. He made her laugh and made a point to be around her. Reagan was none the wiser to his affliction, or she'd say that it was kind of awkward to have someone try their best to befriend her. Naturally, she tells herself that it was simple - she hasn't quite grown into the shoes of the 'hot girl' in school yet. “And you? Break it to me gently about coming here with Tommy.”

She shook her head and swept some of her hair behind an ear. Maybe her cheeks flushed a little, and that could be misconstrued in her having wanted Thomas to ask her but that didn't happen. Or it was something else entirely. "I was hoping someone else would ask me, but he hasn't noticed me yet. So, no date." That was mostly true, but a lot of boys tried to ask her to a date and she sort of turned them all down. Or ignored them. She forgot most of their names. She avoided all eye contact with Brook when she said this though, turning away to look at someone else. With her great luck, it was likely another guy on the Lacrosse team for Brook to be jealous about.

Reagan didn't notice the commotion going on behind her, but she did still a glance at Peter. It's been a while since they spoke, and she made a mental note to grab him later. However, her cellphone beeps in the process of storing said information, and she sighs, "Probably my mom checking up on me. God, she just doesn't leave me alone." But the text message that met her eyes, as she plucked the phone out of her clutch and looked at it. Hunter tracked something to your school, but its radio silence. You all need to get out of there. We are all too far away. Don't engage. Please don't.

Her eyes snapped up to Brook, and her heartbeat quickened. She stepped close to him, a hand grasping the fabric at his side while she rose to the tips of her toes and whispered, "She said that there's something in the school. Just -" she let him go and started to back away, her clutch caught between her side and an elbow. "- just get out of here, okay? With the rest." Because what teenager listened to their mother?

She turned away and started to run out. As her heels clacked purposefully across the corridor to the exit, her eyes caught the red fire alarm just begging for her to pull it. After all, she didn't know there were Werewolves and Kanimas and Werecoyotes in this school that were actually friends or friends of friends. So, she set it off. As it began its deafening warning, she ran into a boys bathroom in an effort to not be trampled over.

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney Character Portrait: Peter Simmons

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LIAM HAYES
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Liam begrudgingly stood in the vicinity of the punch table, an empty cup in hand, as he kept throwing quick glances back at Olivia here and there. A few of them met with a chilling glare. He hadn't meant to upset her. He never did. Yet every time he said some backhanded comment about Thomas the girl acted insulted herself. Women, he though to himself with a small eye roll. He had yet to understand perhaps the most complex and scary species the world had to offer. Liam had just made it to the front of the punch line when he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up and a foul taste overtook his mouth. He whipped his head back to the dance floor only to see Thomas making a disastrous exit, nearly knocking a few students down as he dashed out the door. No one ran with that kind of fever, unless they had something to hide. It was only a few seconds later before the new girl, Riley, dashed right out after him. His grip on the cup tightened and it crumpled easily in his hand. Without a moment to waste he tossed the cup (with scary accuracy) into the nearby trashcan, dashing over to where Olivia stood gripping her shoulders with both his hands. "I knew there was something up about Jackson, and I'm going to prove it to you!" He said not even giving her a moment to respond before he dashed out after the two.

By the time he got out into the hallway, the scent had already begun to fade. Liam jogged down the corridors before the more floral yet earthy scent led to the girl's bathroom. Riley. It had to be. He would've loved to ask her about Thomas but not even that was motivation enough for him to invade the girl's bathroom. By the time he rounded a few corners the other scent had gone cold, and the hallways became eerily silent. Liam nearly jumped out of his skin when a loud crash came from the room adjacent to him. The Locker Room. Of course he would hide there. Liam crept slowly to the door, resting his hand on the handle as his eyes slowly flashed a brilliant shade of red. Everything was telling him not to open the door, which gave the boy all the reason to open it.

The door creaked as Liam slowly pushed it open, met with the unpleasant smell of gym socks and dirty cleats. "Thomas, I know you're in here" Liam took a step into the room the door sliding shut behind him. "There's no use in hiding who or whatever you are anymore, Jackson". He slowly made his way across the outer edge of the room, peeking around the corners of the lockers that blocked his view of the room. Subconsciously, Liam felt his claws and fangs ease their way out as he peaked around the last corner. "I don't know what you want but I'm not going to let you hurt-" Liam whipped around to face the corner that held the showers as he heard the faintest of shuffling. "Gotcha" Liam muttered under his breath as he stalked to the showers whipping around the corner - and instantly regretted his decision.

Liam instantly shoved his hands into his pockets to hide his claws from the unsuspecting couple he had just walked in on, his face flaming red from embarrassment. There was no mistaking the fiery red hair of Amanda Kyle as she had her back to him gripping some boy by the suit jacket - well he really didn't want to elaborate on the crime that was going on in front of him. "I'm sorry- I definitely thought-" Liam froze as Amanda turned her face to him, maybe he would've screamed if he wasn't in such a state of shock. It was like a scene straight out of a horror movie. Amanda's eyes were glowing like bright, white flashlights and her face was covered in blood. She still gripped the collar of the boy, his head bobbing to the side showcasing the large chunk that had been taken out of his shoulder. Liam stumbled a few steps back, as Amanda smiled showcasing several rows of what he could only describe as 'shark teeth'. "Holy shit" He sputtered before she dropped the boy and lunged at him, knocking the both of them down in the process with Liam pinned under her.

Liam instinctively sunk his claws deep into her shoulder holding her back as she snapped her teeth inches away from his neck. She shrieked in pain and he took the moment to throw his upper body weight into her, knocking her off of him. He scurried away, now fully half-shifted into his alpha form his eyes glowing scarlet red. It only took her a few moments to regain her composure as she lunged again, but this time Liam was ready for her as he caught her by the wrist launching her into one of the lockers. The girl made a sickening crunch and went limp as she landed on the floor. Liam kept his eyes trained on her as he stumbled back to the door, panting in fear. He had never seen anything like that in his life. And this was Beaumont where he'd seen practically everything imaginable. Amanda Kyle was quiet, and spent their History lecture doodling hearts in her notebook - not eating unsuspecting freshman.

His friends. Hell, everyone, he had to get them out of here. Turning his back to her was probably the worst mistake he could've made. As soon as he turned for the door she lunged out of her 'play dead position' attaching her bear trap of a mouth around his side. Liam cried out in pain as he desperately tried to push her off of him but the girl had a grip of iron. He had never been more grateful for the fire alarm in his life. On any other day he would've cursed under his breath at the damn sound but it might've been his saving grace.

The horrendous shrill noise, suddenly filled every nook and cranny in the school and Liam clamped his hands over his ears and grit his teeth as the sound bounced around in his skull. It seemed, however, that the noise had the same affect on Amanda as she released him with a shriek, writhing on the ground in pain. Liam took the opportunity to dash out of the Locker room, and prop himself up against the door to hold it shut. He glanced at his side, it was still nasty, no telling how long it would take his healing to catch up with that. Liam braced himself as he heard Amanda scream in rage and began throwing herself against the door. It took every ounce of strength to hold it close - the girl (or whatever it was) had freakish strength. She threw herself against the door a few more times and then it just stopped. Still, Liam had learned his lesson from earlier and didn't move from his position yet a minute passed and it remained silent. Eventually his curiosity overtook him and he gripped the door handle, claws out in case the psycho piranha had any intention of tricking him again. With one hard push he flung the door open to find the Locker room - completely empty. His eyes frantically searched the room before they landed on a vent just above one of the lockers, it was wide open. "Oh shit".

The fire alarm should clear the school out which is exactly what he wanted. Still, he didn't feel any better. Knowing his friends, they were definitely the ones who pulled it - and had no intention of leaving. To make matters even worse neither did the monster.

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Olivia felt terribly awkward standing on the dance floor by herself, she silently cursed Liam for being such an ass. Especially on Homecoming night. As if these heels weren't bad enough, she didn't need her best friend baring his teeth. She glanced back again over to Thomas, who looked like he was enjoying his dance with Riley, a frown slightly overtook her face and she looked away. Come on Olivia, it's not like there's anything there anyway. Quit being ridiculous. Besides half the population at Beaumont had their eyes set on him, and while she was particularly guilty of maybe most definitely being apart of that half she really had no chance when it came down to it.

Olivia tried not to glance back over at the dancing duo but when a small breeze lifted a few curls from her face she turned in their direction only to see Thomas bolting towards the door. She barely even had time to react when Liam suddenly appeared gripping her too tightly by the shoulders, a glint in his eye. Oh god, this could only go horribly wrong. "Liam you're being-" She didn't even get the chance before he bolted after Thomas. "Liam stop!"

Olivia stared at the door for a few moments before pushing past the students after her friend. As she pushed past the door into the hallway she saw a shadow round a corner and at that moment only assumed that it was Liam. She chased the form past a few corners before she lost them completely. Olivia suddenly felt the temperature drop a few degrees and froze in her spot. She finally realized, she had no idea where she was. It was Beaumont High. But it wasn't. The walls were too high and the hallway seemed to stretch on for ages. "Hello?" She called quietly her footsteps echoing of the walls as she began to walk down the never-ending hallway. "Liam?" Liv took a few more steps and then suddenly on her left - a door that definitely wasn't there before burst open and she let out a small little shriek stumbling a few steps back.

It was then Olivia released she wasn't entirely there. She hadn't really found a name for the weird Limbo world that she occasionally slipped into. Liam told her to pick something cool - like Shadow Land - and then she promptly smacked him over the head with her Chemistry notebook. As much as she hated whatever this world was, she knew that she was only brought here to learn. They or 'it' showed her images, scenes, of things that happened or things to come. They never made any sense - to her enjoyment - but they proved to be useful. So she removed her heels, just in case she had to run, god am I really that used to this? She thought as she slowly approached the open door.

It was her chemistry lab, or at least that's what it looked like. That's when she heard it - the noise - bones crunching and cracking. It sent chills down her spine. She didn't even realize her hands were trembling as she slowly passed the first chem table, then second, empty, empty, empty. Olivia was biting her cheek so hard she could taste blood in her mouth. With each step the noise got louder until she reached the last table in the room. Liv inhaled shakily and slowly turned the corner her face paling at the sight before her. She didn't even have much time to process the sight in front of her before it whipped it's head in her direction, it's beady black eyes looking directly at her. Then it lunged. And Olivia did the only thing she could think of. She screamed.

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Riley stayed hidden in the girl's bathroom as she tried to come up with something, anything at this point on what to do. In the eery silence, she was able to hear the sound of her beating heart that pounded away in the cavity of her chest, rattling every time it pumped. She could feel every hair on her body stand on end, and all of her senses were in overdrive, she could hear the faintest of sounds, even the sound of rain that pattered on the roof of the school, all the way to the breathing of the fellow students. It was rapid and frantic, she began to slowly stand up until a piercing sound echoed throughout the school. It caused her adrenaline to course through her veins even more as she didn't know what it was immediately until she realized it was the fire alarm. Someone must have tripped it as a way of evacuating the school. While it was a good idea, it was also stupid as a blind panic was the last thing they needed. Fuck.., she thought to herself as she realized she was alone in the bathroom, locked behind a metal door. Hiding away as the others could potentially be slaughtered by whatever was now hunting them down. It was such a cowardly thing to do, but what good would exposing herself just to help save some strangers that were never even nice to her? As well as never even paying her any attention? She shook her head, she wasn't a defenseless human, she would be able to take care of herself and others if need be, at least that's what she told herself. But she wasn't the only one, at least that was confirmed by whatever it was that Tommy turned into, she'd need to talk with him later on that, only if he wanted to discuss it that is.

He didn't outright attack her, if anything he seemed scared and nervous of whatever it was that was here. She knew her and Tommy weren't the only ones, the others like Liam and Olivia seemed off, she couldn't tell what it was. But she knew they weren't human. She took a deep breath as she looked into the mirror, the moonlight piercing through the window cast a ghostly shadow over half of her face as she examined herself, her eyes were fluctuating between her normal, human green, to her beast's golden color. She was in full control as the moon wasn't full, at least not completely, but her senses were still incredibly high, more so than normal, probably due to whatever danger that was outside of that door. She could feel her claws slowly elongating the longer she thought about whatever was out there, it was relentless and kept to the shadows, giving it an advantage. Or so it thought anyway. Riley began to slowly creep towards the door until a blood-curdling scream pierced her ears, causing her to collapse to the ground in the fetal position, covering her ears with her hands. Even with normal hearing it would have been agonizing, but with super hearing it caused her to grow nauseous. Finally, after it ended, just as soon as it came, whoever screamed was silenced. She slowly lifted her head, looking at the door. "What the fuck...Was that?" she muttered to herself as she slowly recollected her composure as she rose to her feet. It was the sound of a female, but it wasn't just any scream. No, that was far too high pitched and loud to be human, but it didn't sound like an animal. It was definitely human, that much she knew. Riley thought to herself for a moment, what would be able to produce such a scream, at such a high pitch? Her mind jumped around trying to decide on what she read, if she ever even read about it. "What was it called...Fuck..." she mumbled as she paced before finally realizing she had read about it. According to Celtic, or more so Irish mythology, the sound of crying or in many cases, screaming, was due to the cause of the spirit of a woman. Or so the lore went. Banshee, her mind suddenly told her. Right, Banshees, they were an omen or sign of death, or in minor cases, danger. They were merely the messenger, never the cause of death. That at least caused some relief, but also caused panic, someone here had to have had some sense of dread, and that caused her to regret coming to this after all.

Riley growled, "Stop being such a bitch. Go out there and help. if you don't, what better are you than dead?" she mumbled to herself, trying to reassure herself that getting out of the damned bathroom was a better solution than being a sitting duck in a damned bathroom. Riley reached for the bathroom door, taking one more deep breath as she unlocked the door and slowly stepped out. Her eyes were of her coyote side, slightly illuminating her face as she looked around. There was nothing but silence as she stepped into the empty and trashed hallway. There was no one in sight, but she still had the feeling of eyes watching her. Carefully and as silently as she could she walked around the corridors, still not seeing anyone. Riley turned one more corner and saw a familiar figure standing in the hallway, looking into an empty room. She could smell blood, lots and lots of blood. Covering her mouth she turned the other corner, quickly leaving the scene as the last thing she'd want to do is get the attention of Liam now, even though he was clearly injured. Silently as she could she crept down the hallway, that was until she heard a sound from one of the air vents along the ceiling above her. Stopping in her tracks she slowly looked up, inside the vent was a gap, and what she saw caused her stomach to drop, as well as her jaw. In the small gap, were two dark, mirrored looking orbs, peering down at her. The longer she looked she recognized what she was looking at. It was a face, a terribly disfigured and altered face, it was human, at least, that's what her brain allowed her to think. But something about it was so...Off? The features didn't look right, the skin wasn't entirely skin anymore and its eyes. The eyes. They were like looking into endless voids, that if she didn't know any better, she could have gotten lost in them.

"What the fuck..." Riley muttered all too loudly, clearly having garnered the attention of whatever it was that was looking down at her. Her eyes glowed a dark gold as she mustered as much strength as she could and glared back at the creature, feeling her canines and nails growing until her jaw was extended beyond its normal appearance. if this creature wanted to fight, Riley was prepared to give it one, even if she wasn't all that capable in her abilities. If she was to die here, at least she would go out fighting as well as she could.

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"Y- Yeah, guess just a little heartbroken and still covered in punch." PJ replied while trying to force a rather apparent fake smile to hide his fluster. He can sympathize with the young boy though. Tonight was supposed to be fun and all and lady luck just had to have the tendency to drop the dime at the worst moments possible. Hiroto then smiled with PJ as he patted him on the shoulder, "I already told you that you can always confide with me on just about anything, y'know. Ol' Hiro here's a dab hand at listening and washing people's sadness away ~" He winked while doing a horizontal peace sign over his eye.

"But enough about me - are you here alone too? Oh god I hope I didn't scare away your date, did I?" PJ assumed, which almost took Hiroto aback. He sighed, before flicking PJ on his forehead, much like how Kanzaki did it to him earlier. "You really wow me with your imagination sometimes, y'know. Yes, as much as I wanted my 'date' to come with me, he's just so stubborn that I left him at home doing whatever interests him." He pouted, "So yeah, I'm pretty much by myself. Hey, if we're both alone then we can be-"

Before Hiroto could finish his sentence, someone pushed them aside and walked past them in a rather hasty manner. He was almost going to express how rather annoying it was that he was constantly being pushed around by people, but held it back upon realizing the person who just did that. "Isn't that Tommy?" He asked, and it seemed PJ also noticed it as well. The boy then suggested going after Thomas to see if they guy was okay, but then suddenly took it back. This, of course, didn't go unnoticed by Hiroto. The boy definitely must have seen or gone through something.

As if things hadn't been odd enough, the fire alarm went blaring, and taking Hiroto's enhanced sense of hearing into account, he was so startled that he jolted in a rather funny manner. "For the love of eight millions gods..." He held his chest while collecting the pieces of his soul that had just scattered everywhere, "I hate it when that happen." He commented, while realizing that PJ was as startled as him and, more pleasantly surprising, was grabbing Hiroto's sleeve, before shyly releasing it. Chuckling at the cuteness, he replied, "No worries. Hold onto me as much as you like. And yeah, I'll be more than honored to have this dance with y-"

Something is seriously wrong today, maybe it was the divine intervention, or he's just really in a fit of continuous string of bad lucks. This time, it was his phone that interrupted him. Letting out yet another sigh of displeasure, he took out his phone, "Excuse me ~" He said to PJ, before answering. And of all people, it was Kanzaki.

"Haiiii, miss me already ~ ? The party isn't over yet, you can still make it here if you want to see me that badly, Kicchan." Hiroto jested to the person on the other side of the phone.

"Save that for later. Know the time and place just for once, will you?" The sudden seriousness in his roommate's tone caused Hiroto to frown, "The yin-yang balance at school is all over the place. Something really sinister must have entered the campus and probably had already caused quite the trouble there."

Kanzaki is an onmyouji - a Japanese equivalent of the druids in Beaumont. Though unlike the druids who draw upon the power of the Nemeton, Kanzaki is attuned with the power of yin and yang - which are the energies that flow among all living beings, and could tell when and where the balance is disrupted within the town through a special compass that he owned. If this case happened, it could only mean that something with exceptional negative energy must have appeared and shadow the positive energy of a whole area.

"Get yourself and your friends out of there immediately. Whatever that is happening there, you won't leave unscathed if you confront it directly." Kanzaki urged.

"Got it. I'm onto it now." Hiroto agreed wholeheartedly to his roommate. If there was someone he could trust even if the sky falls, it definitely would be Kanzaki. He put his phone away and turned to PJ, "Hey, it seemed that this isn't a false alarm. I heard that there's a problem with the electrical system or something and a fire could start, so they're probably thinking it's better safe than sorry."

Looking around, Hiroto saw that his other friends were nowhere to be seen. He had to look for them before something happened. He was thinking if he should bring PJ along, but it would be too much of a risk. "You go ahead and leave with everyone. I promise I'll catch up with you later. Just call me if anything pops up, 'kay?" Hiroto winked to his friend and left for the other exit of the gym where he saw Thomas leaving earlier.

Foxes are known for their acute sense of smell, and Hiroto was no different. It was not difficult for him to pick up Thomas' trail of scent. Summoning his katana and held it in his hand, he cautiously navigated through the dark hall. He halted when he saw a figure just up ahead running towards him, and thankfully, it was exactly the person he was looking for, still in one piece.

"Hey Tommy, it's me Hiro. You good? Oh..." He called out to Thomas, yet was taken aback upon seeing that he was turning into his kanima form, for some reasons. "Okay, okay, no worries. This should help..." Hiroto waved his hand and conjured a cloud of mist that wrapped around Thomas. A layer of illusion was placed upon the boy that made him look as if he had never turned.

"That should do it. It will only last for the evening though so we need to get out of here before anyone see you." Hiroto smiled, "But first things first, have you come across the others? Something real bad had just turned up."

And suddenly, an ultrasonic scream boomed throughout the area seemed to have given the answer to Hiroto's question. Its' deafening volume wasn't a good combination with Hiroto's sense of hearing, which caused him to cover his ears with his palms and his face distorted in discomfort until it ended. "A banshee's scream? But the only banshee around here is... Olivia, right?"

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xxx xThe transformation had begun and Tommy was helpless to stop it. The kanima was a separate entity from Thomas. He had little control over the creature in its full form. It was like playing a first person video game, but you have no control over your character. He could make out Riley in front of him as he felt his eyes change. Tommy wanted to tell her he wouldn’t hurt her, but he couldn’t promise that or talk very clearly in this form. He attempted to stand on all fours, fully displaying his lizard body. His skin made a loud, cracking noise as the scales began to get into place. A growl was building in the back at his throat, rough after days of disuse. Thomas could see fear showing in her eyes, but she was suddenly out of his vision. He wanted to say he saw a flick in her eyes. Eyes that betrayed she wasn’t as human as she seemed.


In a blink, she was gone. The kanima didn’t want to follow her. It didn’t want her as its Master. There was no vengeance in her soul, which Thomas was grateful for and upset by. It’d be easier to deal with a Master if he knew them. The creature was in the hunt and all Thomas could do was watch. It went to the shadows, climbing up the walls like a circus monkey. He began to creep towards the gym. Underneath the loud music and chatter, he could sense someone in there. 'A master...' when the fire alarm rang out right next to his ear, or the little stubs that might be hears. It must've been, because the he covered both ears and in the process, hung upside down for the ceiling like he was a child on a jungle gym. The entire school decided to leave at this moment, not giving Jackson time to leave. Thankfully, he was far enough away in the dark hallway that you couldn't see clearly what he was.

Thomas wasn't completely invisible though. One of the females let out a scream as they locked eyes with him. The orderly evacuation turned stampeding as people screamed 'monster,' 'bear,' or 'mountain lion.' A kanima is a social creature, but like all creatures it must remain in the shadows. He quickly retreated when he ran into another person. Thankfully, it was only Hiro. The kitsune was the only who knew of his form, after seeing Tommy accidentally shift one day. It was a sworn secret between the two and it was nice he didn't have to hide this from. "Hey Tommy, it's me Hiro. You good? Oh..." He must've not noticed he was turning in to a lizard. "Something's here. It triggered it. I can't change back." Thomas spoke, but even he could hear how guttural his voice sounded.

"Okay, okay, no worries. This should help..." Thomas watched as his hand moved and he felt different. He looked down and his formerly clawed hand looked human. Thomas squeezed his 'hand' together and felt pain as if claws was digging into him. 'Must be an illusion.' He vaguely listened to Hiro as he spoke of getting Thomas out here and where the others were. The kanima was fighting him for control and it's hard to focus on two things at once. Suddenly, he was distracted from his mental struggle by a scream. It wasn't a normal scream, since Thomas doesn't usually get into feeble position. It triggered a memory when he was faced with his almost murderer, who told him creatures like werewolves, kitsunes, and banshees. "A banshee's scream? But the only banshee around here is... Olivia, right?" Olivia... a banshee? Thomas knew something different about her, but he didn't think it was in that way.

Before he could ask a question, Thomas's sense began to pick up something. Two white eyes glowed from behind Hiro, a mouth opened wide going for his neck. 'A wendigo.' Thomas was on it in a flash, ambushing it. He read stories about them and had done some research on them for a school project, although it was more to see what supernatural creatures existed. He never faced one before. The wendigo was strong as it pinned Thomas to the floor. It's fingers digged into Thomas's scale, breaking skin. Thomas screeched in pain, black blood oozing out of his arms. He bit into the wendigo's neck and the creature howled. Thomas used this to advantage and sliced into it's back with his tail. The creature fell limp and Thomas was quick to push it off before it could return the bite. The adrenaline began to fade when the creature laid there, snarling. The poison would stay in it's system for several hours, leaving it helpless until it could be dealt with. Thomas could his control coming back. He was no longer in danger and kanima had it's fun already. Thomas could already imagine the rumors of what the creature with the yellow eyes was.

Thomas felt himself begin to shift back to his human form. It still wasn't easy getting used to odd cracks and stretch of going from a lizard to a human. His suit was in shreds, but somehow still clinging to his body. Thomas didn't know how he was going to explain this to anyone, but that wasn't his chief concern at the moments. "Shit.... What do we do with it?" Thomas looked to Hiro, expectantly. He was the senior year, by a few hundred decades at least.

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ImagePeter noticed Hiro's odd reaction to the fire alarm - almost like it was painful for him. Odd. But PJ didn't really have much time to ask him about it before he was picking up his phone and talking to someone on the other line. PJ strained to listen, the boy was a tad nosy, but really couldn't hear much from the other line. Peter took the small moment to dance at the students around them, there were only a few stragglers left exiting the building. It didn't go unnoticed to Peter that a few choice classmates weren't among the crowd.

He hadn't realized Hiro had ended the phone call turning back to his friend as he explained the issue. "Electrical? That's so strange, are you-" Peter didn't even have time to finish his sentence before Hiro had eyes elsewhere and gave him a brief warning to leave before heading out through the gym. "Hiro! Wait, where are you-" It was useless to try and finish his statement as the boy was already gone. Peter sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets as he noticed that he was the only one standing in the gym. The red flashing light from the fire alarm cast an eerie glow on the walls and floor and Peter knew the smartest and most safest option would be to do what Hiro said and join his classmates.

Which is why he opted otherwise.

Sure he nearly had his socks scared off him several times this night but the curiosity had began to bubble and grow inside of him and he couldn't deny it any longer. After his brother died, PJ had stopped nosing around, making stupid decisions - it was only right. But something about Beaumont was off and Peter had a feeling he was close to figuring it out. Perhaps his answer was right through those doors into the school. So he marched across the gym in tow going through the same door that Hiro had disappeared through a few moments earlier.

The hallways were dark, and quiet. Perfect. Not scary at all. "Hiro? Tommy?" Peter called out softly as he made his way through the school. Ever so often some ungodly noice would bounce through the vents and PJ almost turned around but he refused. He felt thankful when he finally heard some voices he recognized and turned the corner about to ask his friends where the hell they'd been but instead nothing came out and he had a look of half confusion-half horror. For one, Hiro had a sword and not some halloween costume styrofoam, a damn katana. Tommy looked like he'd been through the ringer and back with a wolverine and had some sort of black liquid all over him. It was all so confusing that Peter almost missed the body on the ground. It took him about half a second to realize it was Amanda. "Amanda?" She'd actually come to the dance? Did she just not want to be there with him? He didn't listen to either of his friends as he approached her form on the ground going over to her side. "Amanda are you okay? I looked for-" When he rested a hand on her arm her eyes popped open, swirling orbs of white and she shrieked revealing rows of razor sharp teeth. Peter yelped falling backwards away from her, scooting back in horror until his back touched the lockers. "What the- what the fuck is that?" He cried looking frantically between his two friends to his date the monster on the ground. Peter's mind was racing towards any logical explanation as to what the hell was going on but nothing logical could explain any of that.

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Riley looked in on silent confusion as she helped Reagan to her feet, watching as the human stumbled and rambled on about having to leave and go find the others. And that if there were any others like her they'd need to leave. That her mother who was the sheriff was coming. A small pit began to form in her stomach at that notion, she remembered hearing whispers and rumors about Reagan's family, and that their last name was more than a name. It was as much of a sign as it was a title. If the rumors of Reagan and the rest of her family were true, and that they really were true, she and the others did need to get out of here, and they'd need to get out of here quickly. Riley was snapped out of her thoughts as she saw Reagan disappearing out of the hallway, saying something about having to go look for Brook and to make sure they were okay. "Ugh, fucking humans.." she found herself muttering under her breath as she shook her head, giving chase after Reagan for a few moments until she stopped, Amanda didn't go down this way, meaning she was somewhere else as she picked up a scent. One of death and decay, Amanda.. she thought to herself as she gave chase to the smell, slowly stalking down the hallways as her eyes shifted back to the golden color of the beast that usually lied dormant within her. Following the scent as she crept around the corners of the endless corridors until she heard a male shriek in horror and the sound of metal. She smirked and followed where the voice was coming from, stopping before she turned the corner as her eyes turned back to their human green, and finally turned around the corner to see none other than Peter, Hiro, and Tommy, who was now back in his human form, as well as Amanda who was lying on the floor but clearly conscious.

Riley's eyebrow quirked for a moment, but now wasn't the time to ask questions, she'd be able to ask plenty at a later date. She turned to Peter who was pushed back against the lockers, clearly, the one who had yelled in terror, at who he guessed was Amanda's current form. A small chuckle hid deep in her chest as she shook her head and offered a hand to Peter, looking back at Tommy and Hiro, "You two look like you've seen a ghost." she chuckled, trying to change the subject for a brief moment. "As for you, Peter, right? We can explain everything, just not now-" she said as she turned to face Tommy and Hiro, "We need to get out of here, asap. The sheriff will be here soon and, uh we just need to get out of here before they suspect us of anything." she said with slight panic and uncertainty in her voice, trying to remain as composed as she could be, "I don't know what we're gonna do with her, but honestly...I'd say leave it to the sheriff...She's...Too far gone for help at this point." she said softly, gathering from the look on Peter's face, she was supposedly his date for the night, who well, clearly took a bite out of someone else.

"Anyway, you three need to leave, now. I'm getting the fuck out of here before shit hits the fan, again." she said as she gave the three guys one last look, and turned back and left. Her footsteps echoed throughout the otherwise silent hallways, until she ran into the main door, slamming against it as it opened. The heavy falling rain greeted her as she looked around the practically empty parking lot, few cars scattered across the lot. It was an eery sight that dropped a pit into her stomach. Almost an hour ago it was a fun evening, and now...Now they'd all have explaining to do to each other, something Riley didn't plan on ever doing. "Nice knowing you Beaumont..." she muttered to herself as she walked to her bike and started the engine, it rumbled to life as she got on and put her helmet on, the rain having soaked through to her very bone causing a shiver to go down her spine. With a heavy sigh, she left the campus and headed for home, taking the backways instead of the main road as a way of avoiding the police, who she knew would be arriving at the school any moment now as she heard sirens blaring in the distance.

Finally, she made it home, stepping into the front door with a sigh as she tossed her helmet to the side, "You're back rather early?" she heard her sister call from the other room as she walked in, coffee in her hands. "I don't want to talk about it right now, Ell." she said with a monotone voice as she shuffled into her room. Her sister walked behind her with an inquisitive look, "You sure? You seem rather upset...Did something happen?" she questioned, the clear worry was evident in her voice. "it doesn't matter. I...I just want to change clothes and go to bed, forget this night ever even happened." she said rather coldly as she closed the door and immediately undressed from the soaked clothing, tossing them into the bathroom as she got into a t-shirt and shorts and slipped into her bed. Lying her head in the pillow as she pulled up her blankets, trying to act like this was all just one big nightmare and that she's wake up and start all over again. "Why can't anything ever just be...easy?" she mumbled to herself as she found herself slowly drifting off to sleep, as her eyes grew heavy..

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xxx xWrapping his head around this entire situation was beginning to give Tommy a headache. First, he had a paralyzed wendigo at his feet, snarling at him but can’t reach him. Hiro has a freakin’ sword out ready to attack if the wendigo made a move, and Thomas’s suit is ruined and he’s bleeding black blood. The suit didn’t even belong to him! Harrison lent it to them since they are roughly the same size. ’I am so dead when this is all over.’ Although, it wasn’t clear how this was going to end. Tommy squatted down, examining the wendigo as it snapped at him. It was female and looked familiar with it’s long, bright red locks. It was nothing compared to the dark red splotches on her face. He had noticed the ripe smell of blood earlier, but he thought it was his own. The wendigo had fed already. Standing tall, he ran both hands in his hair in frustration. ”It’s fed recently, look at its mouth. It smells fresh so there’s probably a body somewhere, probably dead.” So much for getting rid of it and playing dumb.

Death has become a normal for Tommy since becoming a kanima so the fact that this isn't affecting him would be startling if it wasn't a common occurrence. Hunters, pack feuds, and people succumbing to their instincts meant the end, an unfortunate circle of life. The wendigo would have to dealt with. Thomas began to summon his other half when he sensed another presence.

Turning and seeing Peter there was terrifying. The situation didn’t look good. Peter looked confused before noticing the body on the ground. ”Amanda?" Oh no, Tommy thought the wendigo looked familiar. Peter mentioned having a date to the dance. He seemed excited and to stood up... Tommy empathized with him, recalling when his first crush blew him off for a date because he wasn’t good looking at the time. Tommy reached for Peter, attempting to stop him from seeing her new form. ”Peter, you don’t want to see this-“ But Tommy wasn’t fast enough. He could only watch as his friend jumped away, and fell, from Amanda, who shrieked at her date with razor sharp teeth. Tommy panicked. He didn’t what to say to Peter’s question that wouldn’t give away a lot of information that Peter really needed to stay away from. ”Well, you see, um... haha got you! You just got pranked!“

It was stupid idea, but it was the best he could think of at the moment. ”We thought it would be funny to scare everyone at Fright Night and some people took it to far,“ Tommy glanced at Amanda, ”She clearly drank too much and is way too into her character. I better get her out of here.“ He whispered over to Hiro, ”Do an illusion so she appears normal.“ Peter couldn’t get involved in this world, he wasn’t ready. Tommy grabbed the wendigo’s legs, because there was no way he was going near the top portion. It would’ve worked perfectly if Riley hadn’t shown up and made things more complicated.

It worked out that her wording was vague enough to go along with his story. ”She’s right! This went too far. I’ll take care of Amanda, the police shouldn’t have to deal with her in this state.” Riley gave him a weird look, but didn’t comment further on what he meant. ”Hiro, can you take Peter outside. I’m sure his dad is looking for him.” He took Amanda, still snarling yet human looking to any non-supernatural that saw her. Tommy followed the smell of blood and found himself at boys’ locker room. He took a back entrance, noticing that he could smell Liam nearby. Tommy snuck in and found the body of another student, Trevor Marks. He sat behind Tommy in Science class and would explain what they were learning about that day to him. Trevor was a good kid and wanted to be a doctor, according to what he shared during their labs together. ”I’m sorry, brother.” He said, voice pained.

Tommy turned back to his current problem. It never felt good to deal with the creatures that were out of control. Tommy didn’t know Amanda outside of what Peter told him, but it didn’t change that she was dangerous. He gazed at her form, she had some semblance of her human nature, but her white orbs and razor sharp teeth was only a reminder of what she is. ”Maybe things could’ve been different for you. You’re a threat and I don’t want anyone else to die. Ironic right?” Taking his hand, Thomas summoned his other form, his fingernails turning into claws. He closed his eyes and wrapped his hand around her throat, and squeezed. The creature shrieked louder and louder, until Thomas ripped his hand way, then it ceased. He opened his eyes, looking down at the now human body of Amanda. Her makeup was smeared and her mouth bloody and she was dressed for the dance. She probably wanted to enjoy the dance with Peter, maybe do something more later. She was just a child, not even an adult.

Thomas couldn’t spend too much time to dwell on that. He left the bodies as is, not wanting to tamper with the scene too much. The police would be on their way and he didn’t have much time. Thomas quickly took off his suit and jumped into a shower that wasn’t occupied. He turned on the water and rinsed himself off; the water turned red and Thomas was reminded of what he had just done. Still in his boxers, Thomas shoved his suit into one of the lockers. He had healed from his battle earlier so nothing suspicious there. The next phase of his plan was going to be tricky, but it might work. Taking a deep breath, he walked out of the locker room out to the parking lot where everyone from the dance was. It had started to rain but people were under cover from their cars or jackets.

Everyone began to burst out laughing when they saw Thomas. Thomas laughed and made a show of the fact that he was only in his boxers. ”I get it! This is hilarious, but seriously? Stealing my suit so I had to come out in my underwear? Really cruel guys.” ”Who did this to you, man?” One of so lacrosse players, Adam, called out.
"I have no idea. I was getting out of the shower after getting sick from whoever spiked the punch. I felt gross so I decided to take a shower. As soon as I got out, I see someone leaving with my clothes. I understand you all want a show, but come on.”

“It couldn’t have been any of us.” Adam went on, gesturing at the lacrosse guys. “We were all out here when the fire alarm went off. We’re missing Delaney and... Hayes!”
Literally, this plan couldn’t be anymore perfect. No one suspected anything and the feud between Thomas and Liam was so well-known that it made sense. Of course, Liam would do this to him. Thomas thought back, he didn’t look at the locker number, but he remembered smelling pine, a scent he’s associated with Liam. Man, this is too perfect.

"I did see curly, black hair and it was definitely male. I can’t believe he’d do this to me!” Thomas could see people slowly believing everything that came out of his mouth. It honestly amazed him how people could believe such an exaggerated story. “THOMAS!” Seeing his foster father run and drape a blanket over him was more embarrassing than being near naked in front of the whole school. “What happened? Where are your clothes? Why-“ “Its a long story. I’ll tell you later. Some of my friends are still in there. Can you get them out? I want them to be safe.” Thomas did his best to look pitiful. He didn’t want to talk about it, but he wasn’t going to leave until everything was done. Everything looked like an animal attack. He had to make sure it stayed that way. No one should know about the monsters lurking in this town.