Somewhere, in a white room, a pair of eyes opened, and with it came panic, fear, desolation, and most importantly disorientation.
"Where am I?" was uttered before a sharp burning sensation was felt, on his right eye. Producing a hissing sound from the pain, the figure made sure to leave a mental note to keep this eye closed. He then heard noises, voices, he looked around. From where he was at he saw curtains and machinery with pipes coming to his arms.
"I must be in some sort of hospital" the figure mumbled to himself, as he started to sit up on his bed. He decided that it would be a good time to start blinking his right eye, at first it was rapid then he slowed down until his eye adapted to his surroundings.
"I guess I gotta get up and find out where I am," he slowly used his arms to prop himself upward. After achieving a proper sitting posture he started to swing his legs off the bed and slowly started to put his weight on them, he would alternate between being on them and on the bed. In one push he got on both feet, in a mini scramble he regained his balance on his very own two feet.
"Now, for the hard part, walking." he said as he scooted his right foot to the right, with his left following up on it,
"Baby steps now, baby steps," he continued to scoot along, trying to lift his feet up with every step he took. He managed to reach the wall before losing his balance, with his hands outward he caught himself and held there for about 5 minutes, catching his breath, before starting to walk once more. The room he was in was pretty long, but not very wide so he had to take a walk to reach the window on his left side. When he got to window he got used to his condition and started to walk more normally. He peered out of the window, he saw a nighttime coastal village, apparently he had the best view of the village, he was able to see all the lights, roads, and the houses that littered the view before seeing the port and the ocean under the grand moon.
"What a pretty place, shame that I have to leave it, for now," he muttered, as he started to lift the window up, he soon felt a breeze it him.
"Maybe I should get some new duds now," he propped himself up on the window frame eyeing a roof to jump to from the window sill. The roof he saw belonged to a clothing store, "Well that's convenient. Hope I could find some good stuff there," he prepped his stance for the jump.
With the all the power he could muster, he jumped. Now while in mid-air, he soon realized he was too low, too slow. Now filled with fear he closed his eyes, bracing for the hard impact of the solid ground, except, it never came. He opened his eyes and found out he was on the roof of the store.
'Did I just do that?' he thought to himself, he looked up at the sill and started to concentrate. He furrowed his brows while closing his eyes, he then leaped as he opened them, and lo and behold, he was on the window sill. Now having a wide, opened grin he repeated the steps in an attempt to 'jump' back down. Now filled with a new found joy as he discovered a new technique he decided to name this new ability the 'Jet Step'.
"Now for the real test of the Jet Step," he prepared himself for the leap, when he did it, he found himself in the closed clothing store, although quite drained from the the leaps he made before, he then tried to shake it off as he went around looking for some clothes. He then encounters a full body mirror, now looking at it, he went over his appearance: black fur, shoulder length dreads that were tipped an emerald green, a white pullover hoodie that was sleeveless which had a claw like design, he had on shoes that were the same shade of green as his dread tips. He then noticed his eyes were different colors, his right purple while his left was it's usual gold color.
"Huh, didn't know I had this," when leaning in to see it better, a necklace fell from the collar of the hoodie, his eyes widened upon seeing it.
"My family, my clan, I have to find them!"
He ran out the store's doors and started running, he didn't care where, as long as he found anything about them, that is when he will stop. He looked around in a fury, seeing monsters forming from the dark in purple puffs, they started to chase him as he ran down the roads.
'I don't have the time for this,' he thought to himself as he kept running.
He then saw the ocean coming up, with it he saw a swarm of those monsters fighting with a ship that was leaving port, he heard gunshots go off in the distance.
'People! I have to get to them!' he continued to run past the posts, soon to be encountering the mob of monsters ahead of him. The monsters turned to him and started charging at him, mouths wide, ready to bite any victim in their direction. The panther soon found himself leaping over some while jumping on others doing all that he can to maneuver around the mob that was preventing him from reaching that boat. By the time he was on the dock the boat was far from reachable.
'I won't let anything, ANYTHING! Stand in my way!' With a new found burst of energy he continued to run, his rage blinding any logic he had within, he started to run towards the ship… while being on the water.
For the next 7 minutes he continued to run on the water, from this point he will be able to reach it, except that the boat in question has now sped up to a faster pace.
He was beginning to tire out from the running, 'I have to take this gamble!' In a desperate attempt to reach the ship he jet stepped, only to find the boat's railing in front of him. He swiped his hands to grab the rail, his fingers just barely grabbing onto the rail. Then his weight followed, the load was too much to bear for his fingers as they slipped and he fell.
'I didn't make it, I… I've failed them' was the only thought in his mind as he fell down, bracing for the water's and death's cold embrace, and yet, neither of those came as he crashed onto a hard wooden surface, he was facing upwards he saw the ship's crew look over the rail he just slipped on, pulling him up, he wished he saw their faces before his vision faded to black.