A/N: This is my first story, which probably explains why this chapter has the same title as the entire work. I'm still trying to get a handle on the site. Hope you like it! Please Read and Review! That is all I have to say.

Running.

Thanks to Novik, that was my life anymore. 'Course, it was my fault...If I hadn't asked for him to know where I lived...

I shifted, dark fur sprouting all over my body as I fell onto all fours. The badlands weren't the best place for a cat, but they would've been worse for a human. As I kept running, I reflected on the number of people I had made enemies with:

Daniel...

Novik...

Mac.

Okay, the last one was my sister's fault.

I should probably back up and explain this from some sort of beginning...


This all started sometime in October. Zetta, a werefalcon as well as being my girlfriend, had finally reunited with her brother, Macavity, who, as might be expected, was a werecat. Would've brought me along, except...

"No humans."

That phrase repeated itself in my head for weeks. All the time, just "No humans...No humans..."

I broke then. Did everything I could to change what I was...

Spells. Meditation. That kind of thing. I even barreled into the fence about five times trying to shift.

Nothing worked.

Finally, I heard one of Macavity's henchcats was to be banished-Novik. I asked Zetta to tell him where to find me, that I could take revenge on him myself.

Only...

He found me.

I got what I wanted: a chance to fight him, as well as the shifting powers I was after. I turned into a pure-black Cat, and my alias for that form was SD. Though I liked to say it stood for Sven Dominic, it actually stood for Scott Daniel. Novik ended up nearly killing me...

I ran.

I stayed in either full Cat form or half-form most of the time, needing the speed. I shifted to human only to find something to eat when I was tired of mice and scraggly rabbits. I managed to make it to South Dakota, and the badlands, where I expected the hideout to be, when I felt talons digging into my shoulders, the peculiar creature above me lifting me into the sky.

I stayed silent, shocked, for quite a while. The first thing out of my mouth when I found my voice again was "...Zetta?!"

"Who did you think it was?" she shot back. "Jace?"

I had to admit she had me there. She was in half-form, so picking up a little kitty like me wasn't a challenge at all for her. "Won't Mac be angry that you're out here?" I asked, looking up at her. "I mean, it doesn't look like you have an escort..."

"I'll deal with Mac when we get there," she replied impatiently. "For now, shut up and keep an eye out for humans."

I did as she asked, knowing that we'd be an odd sight for any passers-by below us. Finally we reached an inconspicuous building that I assumed belonged to Macavity. Zetta shifted to full human, and I nearly followed suit before she stopped me halfway. "To make sure they know what you are," she told me. "Just stay in that form."

I shrugged and followed her into the hideout, nervously fiddling with my tail. Stopping at the door to Macavity's office, Zetta knocked, which was responded to with an irritated "What do you want?"

"It's me, you yutz," she called through the door. "And I've brought someone...I found Scott in the badlands, trying to make his way here."

"You did wh-" Macavity sighed. "Come in, then."

Zetta opened the door, and I stepped into the office. "H-hello, sir," I stammered, bowing hastily. He just gave a sinister grin.

"So good of you to join us."