It was night. The others had spent their time showing off, and managed to not destroy anything. Again. No one was happy when we were yelled at for destroying a statue and window. I didn't enjoy that at all. I never liked it when anybody yelled at anyone. Even though I didn't participate in the destruction. Well, I might have accidentally scared the living daylights out of a guard but that wasn't my fault.

We were in our small area, well furnished but it felt too open. My lioness body was sprawled out on the rug, everyone carefully stepping over me. An hour ago the hand-footed boy stepped on my tail. I growled and feinted a slash at him, knowing I would scare him. Actually it gave them all quite a fright. They were careful around me after that. No one wanted to hear that growl again.

I didn't know what to think of the others. The one who could change her appearance wasn't favorable. When ever she looked at me, it just wasn't a kind look. She reminds me of Audrey in a way, normal on the outside but deceitful on the inside. I also didn't like the butterfly girl. Her past was degrading, and she looked like she only cared for herself.

Hand-footed boy was alright. Other than stepping on my tail he seemed normal enough. The blonde male one hasn't done anything to catch my attention. I do admit, he has an interesting power. Red rings of death. The ginger haired one was fine too. Other than being a little too full of himself.
The last one, the cab driver. I did not know what to think of him. At first, he seemed cocky. But he also seemed like he would be that one guy who was the base of the team. A fall back guy who we could tell anything. Weird feeling I got from him.

A dull thump sounded from outside. My clever ears were the first to pick it up, but the others soon heard it also. Another followed, the same noise. I heard them talking, but I was concentrating on the noise. A few seconds before each thump was the faintest bamf noise. I could barely pick it up, so it would be impossible for anyone else to hear it.

Then we saw it.

The noise was people falling from the sky. The blonde girl screamed. It sounded so pathetic. Guards came out of no where, covering the area where the destroyed statue was. They had guns. Another told us to stay here, like we were children who couldn't help.
That annoyed me. My annoyance continued because the situation made me scared, I didn't like being scared. My lioness body had more powerful maternal instincts than my human body had. I naturally got up and my five and a half foot long feline body took on a defensive position around the others.

They moved around me and out the door. Which wasn't a very smart move because we were told to stay here. It could not have been more than a few seconds before they came back and we assumed that position again. The cab driver was doing something like me, I knew that my previous assumption was correct. A red being was making quick work of the guards outside. A twister and sprung up on the other side of the building and taken out the machine that Charles had used to find us.

There was no escape.

With the last of the guards finished, a red demon-like being came through the broken window. A random guard had been thrown through the other one, where a surprisingly well dressed man followed. He almost looked too smart to be associating with these type of people. Through the actual doors came an aging man. He looked old, but healthy. I could tell by the way he held himself he commanded great authority.

"Well, good evening. My name is Sebastian Shaw."

I didn't know what to do. The others were scared.

I had to protect them.

In a fit of rage I lunged at him. Everything went along like it was in slow motion. I, as a lioness, lunged through the air. The red man appeared out of no where, brandishing a knife. I felt something slice deep into front left leg and hurl me across the room. I landed with a loud crash on the side of a table.

The pain in my leg was unimaginable. I'm guessing it cut something important.
One of the others screamed, I believe it was one of the girls. But when male teenagers scream they can come across as a very girl-like shriek.
I craned my neck to look at the wound. The blood welled out like a never ending fountain. The one called Shaw was talking to the others. He motioned to me and the others looked even more frightened.

I must have been some type of an example. Don't do what he says and be sliced by his henchmen.

The three strangers moved out to the window. The butterfly girl went to them. I knew she couldn't be trusted.

Surprisingly, the cab driver went after her. The blonde boy moved closer to them.

I was so confused. I could barely understand this, and each wave of pain further settled my mind into confusion. Than the cab driver sheltered the betrayer and the blonde boy summoned up his red rings of death. He directed them at Shaw and his two friends. I did not see the end results, for I had laid my head back down on the plush carpet. I knew I shouldn't have, but I decided it would be best. My leg was now soaked in my own blood, warm and sticky.

I closed my eyes, ready for sleep.

But a strange feeling came over me. My mind was sick of this pain. I felt many things. My arms and legs changing, my muscles shrinking. Everything was changing. But it was not what happened when I changed into a hawk. When I felt it was over, I turned my head over to my leg again.

Scratch that, my human arm.