Panther's P.O.V.

My head was killing me! What happened?

Oh...

As the previous events replayed in my head, lights came on and I found myself tightly strapped onto a cold metal table. I wasn't wearing my pajamas anymore but a loose black top and black leggings.

'Hello?'

My voice echoed around the white, empty room. No reply. I sat up with difficulty, strong brown leather straps held my wrists and ankles in place making escape impossible. There was a better view of the room now I was sitting up as well.

I was in some sort of operating theatre on a metal table with a large surgical light attached to the ceiling above my head. The walls were pure white, apart from a few faint scratches from the metal sinks and trolleys lined up neatly. There were only 2 doors, but one large viewing window. Everything was either white or silver metal.

Creepy...

I sighed and laid down again, no one seemed to be around and I was tired. I might as well TRY and sleep. My eyelids drooped and I welcomed the darkness surrounding me.

I woke up, hearing 2 voices. Both male. My eyes wern't open but I knew I was in the same room I fell asleep in.

'You think it'll wake?'

'Nah, it's in a coma. It has to be!'

'Okay, what do you need Doc?'

'A blood and hair sample, before and after her change. You better get that bullet out of her leg as well, it's a 20 caliber bullet and it grazed the bone. Be careful Marks.'

'I'll get started, right away Doc'

I started to panic, what bullet? Blood and hair samples? Change? What was they talking about? I kept my eyes closed as I felt the table moving. I peeked my eyes open, just enough to see but so no one knew I was awake. We were moving down a large corridor, lots of people in dark suits were running past us as well. Just like Men In Black. Maybe it's something like that. The man, Marks, had also started whistling in a shrill pitch. How. Annoying. Can. You. Get.

Suddenly we stopped and I closed my eyes. I heard 2 new voices. A gruff cheerful voice and another light voice that seemed, intelligent.

'Hey Red, how are you?' called Whistler.

The gruff voice answered, he was Red. 'Yeah, I'm fine Marky-boy but i've got a little task I'd like you to do for me, Blue, look after the...thingy. We'll only be a few minutes'. Red and Whistler walked away but 'Blue' stayed with me. Should I risk looking? Maybe he could help me escape! If I talked to him with my eyes closed then...'

'You can talk with your eyes open, Chrissie. I'm Abe'

My eyes snapped open in shock. How could he hear me? How does he know my name? Was I thinking out loud? What is he?

The strange creature in front of me chuckled lightly.

He was dark sea blue and green with black jagged lines crossing over his lightly-muscled torso, legs, arms, head and through his eyelids, he had a mostly flat nose, thin rosy lips and big inquisitive but gentle, black almond shape eyes.

'I can hear you because I possess a unique frontal lobe that allows me to use Psychometry and Telepathy'. Abe pulled off one fingerless black glove and showed me his hand, it was webbed between the fingers and when he turned his hand over it had sucker-like prints on the palm of his hand.

'Any other questions?'

I blinked out of my trance and looked up at Abe.

'Yes, I do. Why are you wearing bicycle shorts?'

Abe smiled, 'I've been swimming. Now, lets get that bullet out of your leg'

He started pushing my table towards a large wooden door and into...a library with a massive fishtank?

When Blue had closed the doors to the Aquarium/Library he undid the straps to my wrists and ankles and picked me up. I winced slightly at the pain shooting up my left leg from a hastily tied bandage. at the sudden movement We went through another door and came to another white room, this time with a surgical chair WITHOUT straps! (Yay!)

As Blue sat me down in the chair, he took a pair of tweezers and a fresh bandage from a drawer.

'I'm not going to lie to you Chrissie, this will hurt. Whoever shot you chose the worst bullet to use on a human.'

I kept silent. He would just brand me a freak and attack me like my own parents did. My own parents! I thought they loved me...

'OW!'

Blue looked up and sighed and put a webbed hand on my shoulder, 'I did warn you, but try and focus on something...goodness!'.

I became a little nervous at this but I asked anyway, 'What Blue?'

He gulped and looked up at me excited, 'You are a Persona Mutante (Purr-sona Mootan-tay), literally it means Person Changer. Chrissie, you are a Shapeshifter'.

I stared blankly at Abe.

Before wincing at the sharp pain of the tweezers removing the bullet which had embedded itself deep in my left calf muscle. After Abe secured a bandage around my wound he quickly lifted me up and put his arm around mine to support me.

'We should get to Dr Krauss's office, he's the Director at the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defence'.

As we started moving down the corridor, I stopped Abe.

'What's the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defence?'.

He stopped and explained, 'The B.P.R.D. finds any paranormal encounters in the world and does whatever we can to sort the situation out, whether that means killing or securing the subject in question'.

We carried on walking until we heard an alarm, NOT good.

'Intruder Alert! Subject Panther Black has escaped!'

I looked over to Blue to explain and he sighed, 'They mean you, Chrissie, or should I say now - Panther?'

I stared at Blue in shock. 'My name is Chrissie Black. Not Panther...'

'Chrissie, go into the 5th door, over there. That's Dr Krauss's office. I won't be long.'

Then he dashed off. leaving me standing in the middle of a corridor when a top secret organisation was hunting for me.

Well, only one thing to do now. Run!

Or limp...