Panther's P.O.V.

'Chrissie! Chrissie! Get down here NOW!'

I opened my eyes blearily and looked over at the clock on my bedside table. '7:45am? On a Saturday? You've got to be kidding me...' I mumbled as I stuffed my head back into the warm pillow.

'Christiana Black! Get down here NOW, at once young lady!'

I slowly sat up and got out of bed, I was wearing my favourite pajamas, a long-sleeved black top with soft leopard print bottom's. Black and Cat-print, a match made in Heaven!

'Yeah, coming Mother!' I called as I ran down the stairs, only to meet the angry stares of my Mother and Father... 'Christiana Black! Look at your school results this term! They're disgraceful!' my Mother spat. I sighed, my Mum and Dad has pretty big expectations for me and they were always wound up when I got C's.

I took the report from my Mother's outstretched hand and looked at the grades I'd got. They weren't THAT bad! I sighed and looked up at my Parents, 'Mum, 4 C's, 1 D, 3 B's and 2 A's! It's not that bad.' My parents looked at me with horrified expressions that turned into furious expressions.

'NOT BAD?' my Father bellowed, 'NOT BAD? Christiana Black, If you want to get a good job and be happy, you need to do much better than this.' My Mother nodded, 'We send you to the best school in New York and this is how you repay us? By chattering with your stupid friends when you should be working!'

My blood started boiling and my skin felt weird, it was all tingly and tight. I had NEVER ever gotten this angry before in my entire life. I growled, literally.

'I always work hard! My friends and I never talk during class! And they are not...' A wave of pain swept through my body starting from my heart, and I fell to the floor.

My Parents ran over to me and sat me up against the stair banister. My vision was changing, as was my hearing, EVERYTHING was changing! 'Chrissie? Whats the matter?' I heard an unknown voice say, and then a scream.

I felt much better now actually!

I opened my eyes and jumped up onto my feet in shock. My Dad was pointing his old hunting rifle at ME! And my Mum was holding her largest frying pan like a baseball bat.

I backed away from them but bumped into an old floor-length mirror. I turned around and screamed. I...I...I...was a Panther! I still had my electric blue eyes but I had short black fur and a long tail. My clothes had disappeared, I was a Black Panther!

I ran in horror away from the mirror but came across the barrel of a rifle. I ran but a shot rang out and immense pain shot through my left leg. I fell to the floor and screamed, but I heard nothing as a heavy frying viciously hit my head and I fell into darkness. _ Panther's Dad's P.O.V.

I stared in shock at the unconscious, bleeding black panther on the carpet in front of me, this was NOT my daughter. Clarissa, my wife was sobbing into my chest and holding on for dear life to her frying pan.

'What do we do Maurice?' she trembled, 'Call the police? Kill it?' I snapped my eyes over to her and stared at her. As much as I did want to kill the freak that was my 'daughter', I couldn't. I hugged Clarissa and kissed her forehead, 'Call the Police, Honey. Let them deal with this monster'.

She sniffed back her tears and picked up her mobile, quickly typing in the NYPD's number. 'Is this the New York Police Departement? Good. We need specialist help immediately.'