Oh deary me. #2. Enjoy. Review. Comment. Suggest. Tread water.

"Rochelle, I'm home!" Rochelle opened one eye and looked up. It was her older sister, Cari, who had just stepped in. Rochelle groaned. Her back felt like hell.

"Cari, what time is it?" she asked.

"It's after six, why?" Rochelle rubbed her head. The pain, the blood, the strange guy who broke into her house, and something about mews? Could it have all been a dream? She looked around. No blood, no dead alien or jellyfish, no strange guy in the corner. She must have fallen off the couch at one point, yes, that would account for the pain in her shoulder blades. She felt relieved until she flopped back down onto the couch, where she was stabbed in the back by something small. She dug it out of the cushion. It was a little silver pendant with a strange blue marking on it. It reminded her slightly of a strawberry. She quickly hid the pendant. "How are you, Roche?" Cari asked. "Feeling any better?"

"Yeah, a lot better," Rochelle said. It was true; it was like her sickness had melted away like her summer vacation.

"Still take it easy, okay?" Cari said. "I'm going to make dinner. What do you want?"

"Soup and grilled cheese," Rochelle said quickly. She looked at the pendant. There was filling where the walls had been hit earlier. 'So he just cleaned up and left,' Rochelle thought, slightly annoyed. 'Gee thanks for explaining everything, Mr. Stranger. What an ass.' She trotted up to her room and was grabbed from behind the second she shut the door. The someone thrust a hand over her mouth.

"Promise to be quiet and I'll unhand you," a male's voice said. "My name is Chase, and I need to tell you some things. Just, please, don't yell." Chase unhanded her and Rochelle almost considered yelling anyways.

"Good," Rochelle snapped, "What the hell happened? I nearly diced my apartment to pieces! And that giant jellyfish…? And what the hell is a Mew? And what about this pendant?" Her questions seemed endless.

"You know the alien reports hitting the news lately, and the government can't do anything about them?"

"Yeah, of course," Rochelle practically spat. "Who wouldn't?"

"Long story short, I transformed you into a superhero that can beat the aliens. It's because you're infused with the DNA of an endangered species."

"But there were two animals," Rochelle challenged flatly. "A cat and a bird."

"That must have been what happened," Chase mused, as if the universe suddenly made sense. "You see, I accidentally screwed up the transmission. Instead of just the Ocelot-the cat-the machine malfunctioned and you were also infused with a Red-Tailed Hawk. That accounts for your wings during your transformation. Unfortunately, you're not compatible with the hawk, so the DNA has to become ultimately dominant and burst through your skin."

"Is there any way you can fix that? My shoulder blades still feel like they're on fire."

"I'm afraid not. I can contact the guy who made the original program, but until then no, and I'm not even sure he has a solution."

"And just who is this brilliant guy?"

"His name is Ryou Shirogane; he lives in Japan."

"Shit, no wonder the program didn't work."

"That has nothing to do with it; the program itself is flawless!"

"So it was all your fault?" Chase was silent.

"Look," he said finally, "You have no choice but to transform and fight these aliens! The aliens take over animals like parasites and they force them to attack and kill humans! Don't you see how important this is?"

"So you're trying to save the animals and the humans at the same time?" Rochelle asked sternly, knowing the answer.

"Yes."

"Well bully for you; I don't save the animals I kill them. Or didn't you see the jellyfish splattered all over my living room?"

"Yes, in fact I cleaned it up for you. You'll have to train yourself to get control over your outrageous power. Understand?" Rochelle puffed out her cheeks in distaste.

"Fine. I just use this pendant thing to transform then?"

"Yes. Every time you see an alien, fight it like that."

"Wait a minute," Rochelle realized suddenly, "You're not saying I'm doing this all by myself, are you?!"

"No, of course not. How many partners would you like?"

"Um…uh…four."

"Good, I'll do that. You'll have to find your partners of course, I can locate them but you have to tell them and such. Got it?" Before waiting for a response, Chase swung himself out the window.