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- Kaurii


DISCLAIMER: I only own my OCs and the plot.


Barry arrived at the murder scene as fast as he could, which was pretty fast. Joe raised an eyebrow at his messy hair and rumpled clothes.

"Metas," Barry explained. "They got away."

"So, what happened here?" Barry asked, crouching to look at the corpse. It was torn apart brutally in the chest area, and it looked like all his organs were shredded.

"Jonah Kall. Witnesses say they saw this guy go into the alley, dragging a boy with him. They then heard the man scream and when they got there, the kid was gone and he was dead."

Joe pulled out a folder and handed it to Barry, who began to flip through it. Mug shots, criminal records, and filed charges met his eyes. "Not a nice guy then?"

"Four counts of assault, ten years jail time, beat his wife to death," Joe replied. "We're not sure who the kid was, but we've got men out looking for him."

Barry gave it some thought. "Could the kid be the one who killed him? Based on what the witnesses said, it seemed like the kid was being taken against his will."

Joe frowned. "Kidnapping? Kall hasn't done that before, but I doubt it's beneath him. He'd do it if he got something out of it."

Barry nodded, ready to get back to his lab, but then he spotted something sticking out of the corpse. Pulling it out, he saw it was a small black shard, less than an inch long. He slipped it into an evidence bag, then set out towards his lab.


My eyes searched the ground below me as the weight on my back shifted. I beat my wings slowly, trying to keep the ride steady. Still, the kid's arms tightened around my neck, and I honestly didn't blame him. He had been kidnapped, watched his kidnapper get torn apart, and was now riding a dragon. I would have been pretty traumatized in his place.

Spotting a safe clearing between some trees, I landed gently and let the kid scramble off my back before shifting into my human form.

"Hey, kid, you alright? What's your name?" I asked, lowering myself to his level.

"Sam," he replied, breathing heavily in shock, but otherwise looking fine.

"Alright Sam, I'm Callie, and I'm going to get you home. Do you think you could recognize your house from above?" I asked, shifting back into dragon form and invited him to get on.

"Yeah, my mom put solar panels on our roof," Sam answered, climbing up between my wings. "We're the only house in our neighborhood with them."

"Well, you point me in the right direction, and I'll take you there," I replied, launching myself into the air.


I decided to walk back to my apartment, the events of the last few minutes replaying in my mind.

Sam ran up to the doorway, leaping into his mother's arms. The woman looked at me, shifting out of my dragon form.

"I can't thank you enough," she began, but I held up a hand.

"It's no problem," I told her. "This is just what I do."

She nodded. "Kind of like the Flash then?"

I took a moment to respond to that. "Yeah. Kind of."

Now all I could think of was the speedster on my tail, threatening everything I had worked for.

With a sigh, I pulled out the key to the group apartment I had checked into earlier, good for a couple weeks. Then we'd be on the move again.

When I opened the door, I was cheered up by what I saw. My friends seemed pretty relaxed, and I was very grateful for that. Lere was sharpening his claws on a chunk of stone he had brought in, while Mora took up the whole couch, finishing up a fifth beer. Her long black hair was spread all over the arm of the couch and her olive green shirt. I didn't see Jack immediately, but then he appeared in a puff of smoke, a bag of chips in his hand. Mark was probably out working late like I had been.

"Hey guys," I called, plopping down in a chair next to the couch. I put my feet up on the coffee table, and Mora drunkenly swatted at my legs with her tail. With her fiery red devil-like horns and tail, the young Chinese woman had a Satanic look that I would envy, had I been a normal human.

"Hey Callie," Lere replied, happy to see me, but clearly tired from a long work day. He padded over and sat in front of the coffee table, pointing at an already prepared chess board.

"Play me?" He asked, and I shrugged, taking my place behind the board. Jack took this as an invitation to steal my seat and put his legs on the table, getting swatted by Mora as well.

Lere was in the form of a dire wolf- a pony sized wolf with long teeth and claws. Unlike me though, Lere was stuck in that form, he couldn't shift back and forth like me. Apparently he liked this form better though, as he had supposedly been a runt as a human.

"So," Lere began, moving his knight forwards with his paw. "Working late?" I shrugged.

"Bastards come at every hour," I replied, moving a pawn up in response. "Mark's probably roasting one as we speak."

Mora sat up, swishing her tail. "They're coming more often now, aren't they?" Even when drunk, Mora was surprisingly serious when it came to this issue.

I nodded. Jack was listening to the conversation as well, making a noticeable effort to keep his chip bag silent.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Mark dragged himself in, looking exhausted. His dark brown hair was in a mess, and his jeans and leather jacket had new slash marks in them. I raised an eyebrow. "You were out later than me. You alright? What happened?"

Mark dragged a hand over his eyes, shutting the door. "Bitches cornered a girl in the alley, wanted to kill her just because she could talk to animals. She's home now, and they all got what they deserved. I might need to bandage my arm though."

Mora shook her head. "What the hell? Why do they do this? Every day, more kids are getting kidnapped, attacked just because they're metas! Why?"

Mark pulled a leaf from his jacket, letting flames burst from his palm and turn it to ashes. I handed him a fresh roll of gauze as he shrugged off his jacket, revealing a shallow gash across his upper arm.

"Wish I knew why they did it. Then this whole job would be a lot easier," he sighed, pushing Mora's legs off the couch and sitting down. He began to wrap the gauze around his arm, tying it off at the ends. The five of us were silent for a while, just thinking.

"This is gonna sound really dumb, but maybe we could ask the Flash for help," Jack suggested, his Australian accent breaking through the quiet. I raised an eyebrow, but the teleporter just shrugged, running a hand through his spiky light brown hair.

"We could use the speed advantage, plus he's practically a celebrity. It's worth a try."

I stretched my back a bit. "Well, I hate to say this, but I don't think the Flash will take seeing me again very well. He ran into me fighting with Iceman in public, and he didn't really approve."

Lere's head shot up. "If the Flash won't work, then let's ask Iceman! Maybe he'll help."

I stared at the dire wolf. "Lere, he tried to kill you! Why would he help us?"

Lere shook his head. "He doesn't know what we are fighting for. Once he knows the truth, he might help us."

Mora looked at me. "You know he's right, Callie. I say we look for Iceman tomorrow. But first, sleep." Mora practically melted into a drunk puddle after this. Mark whistled, walking towards the kitchen. "Need some pills, Mora?"

An empty bottle flew at him, barely missing. "Fuck off Mark."

"Fuck you too," he replied.

"Fuck both of you," Jack interjected jokingly. "Go to sleep."

We all headed towards our separate rooms, except Mora, who had already passed out on the couch. It wasn't long until I could hear the others sleeping, but I just lay awake, thinking about the innocent metas, if Iceman would help us.

And if the Flash would get in the way.


Here is a small key for those of you who got confused about who has what power:

Callie: Shifts into dragon

Lere: Permanently in dire wolf form

Jack: Teleportation

Mora: Horns and tail

Mark: Fire

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