here you all go any comments are appreciated. and yes I am a Imagine dragons fan :D

Chapter 11

I felt my feline lust for blood rising, I could feel my jaws tighten infinitesimally as my instincts felt the heartbeat increase in tempo, the metal armour touching the tips of my long, sharp canines. One quick reflex, my jaws would snap through the armour like tinfoil, my tastebuds would revel in the taste of the…

"NO" I screamed in my head as well as out loud, leaping away from him and putting as much distance between him and I. I used my powerful back legs to launch me up and into the corridor. I pushed hard, using my senses to steer me around corners and through doorways, I don't know where I am going. I just continue, trying to put as much distance between us. I need to hunt, yes, a hunt will curb this sudden lust. I pick up the smell of a large predator besides me in the vicinity, I immediately know it's not Mary, it smells canine? This snaps me immediately from my panic, I shift onto me hindquarters as I sink down into a crouch and scent the air for this dogs exact location, and judging by the sound of snuffling it's already smelt me, verdammt*, I then hear the sound of wings behind me, I already know who it is. He's talking to himself again. Well more like arguing. Why can't he simply be quiet? I back around the corner being careful to keep my feet light, and swift when,

"DURGA!, there you are! I thought you ran off again chica!" he exclaims excitedly, I flatten my ears back and stay in my crouching position around the corner waiting for the dog to come around the corner, Wait, did he just call me a 'chica?' I roll my eyes and flick my ears to show I am trying to sneak up on something here, he obviously doesn't understand this, I try to dramatize it by looking pointedly at him then around the corner, he finally gets this, yeesh, took him long enough… I could always set up a mind link with him… No definitely not! I scold myself harshly.

"wait, what are you trying to stalk here?" he asks, confused, just as the dog rounds the corner, I immediately tell it's some sort of genetically enhanced wolf, the thing is just about the same size as me, although with my strength, and speed, as well as my balance and agility I easily out skill it, as well as the fact that I am not even full grown yet…..

"Oh no you don't," he says a little scared, I wonder why? "That's Wolf, Superboy's pet,"

Wow, how generic, that be like calling me tigress. Mind you how many people did used to call me that… anyway back to business. The wolf is almost close enough, and I tighten my muscles in anticipation, when the stupid human steps in my way! Oh mein verdammter Götter*! Ok, that's it! I shift back to my human form, with the snap and crack of my bones popping back into place I stand up on my hind legs, my tigress still partially in control.

"WHAT! What is so important!? Can't you see I am trying not to kill you or anyone else here!" I bark out as I curl my still clawed fingers into my hands, drawing blood as it drips down through my fingers.

He takes a step back towards the wolf and away from me, this is what snaps me out of my blood lust controlled brain. I groan and clutch my head as the recoil hits me, I dimly realize I am sliding down the wall, before that familiar inky blackness envelopes me. Well Scheiße.

I sit up to the sound of radioactive by imagine dragons. I open my eyes to see I am in our room, with a blue beetle in his human form, no armour. He is looking at something on the desk, wait, oh Scheiße, the drawings! I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, if he has any clue he will put those down! I think to myself angrily. Nope. No clue. I try to stand up, but find my legs still weak from the events of the past few days, the fact that I haven't had a proper meal in over a month probably doesn't help either... I glare daggers at the back of his head, he shifts uncomfortably so I know he can feel it, my glare is something to be reckoned with Mary and a few others who still live can attest to that. He finally turns around, I gaze coldly at him,

".. y- you passed out chica…" he says under the scrutiny of my gaze. I frown slightly and turn my face, so that I am looking at the floor. I can sense a certain sadness emanating from not just him, but the entire mountain it seems. Wait.. I know this sadness, it was a close friend of mine, I reveled in it for three years of my life, it's the type of sadness that lingers around death. I put pressure on my feet, and force myself to stand, I need out. I take a few silent steps towards the door, before he realized I wasn't on the bed any more.

"Hey!" he yelped and stood up "where are you going?" he asked, sounding stronger all of a sudden. I don't return his answer, I follow the strange pulling sensation on my now weak body, I can barely feel the change as it takes over my body, pulling me down into my Serengeti cat form. I pad off towards wherever this strange sensation is pulling me. I hear sounds of weeping and I distantly realize the common room is filled to the brim with this sadness. I continue following this feeling till I see Nightwing? He is typing something into the large holographic computer. I watch as one of the large circular doorways actually do start to glow. He walks towards it and into it. I follow him for the invisible feeling has taken over my legs. I see a bright flash as I exit the tunnel realizing I am in a different city. I follow him to an old abandoned warehouse, I freeze when I hear three other voices inside as well. I can make out every word, but they make no sense. I need to hunt. I stalk away from the warehouse, looking for better suited prey.

It takes awhile, but eventually, after getting a tip from a stray, I find an alley that leads me out into the fields surrounding the city. I shift to a mountain lion, I decide to take its colouring too don't want to stand out too much. I sidle up to the nearest tree and launch myself up into the branches, I am running on fumes right now, well fumes and instinct. I spot a herd of deer, maybe 3 or 4. I wait till they come close enough, it seems I have put myself in a good spot, in a tree between a good new crop, and an older crop. I still my body, my hindquarters bunched, my tail being the only giveaway that I am here, its constant twitch, keeping a constant beat.

One….

Two….

Three..

NOW, I pounce from my perch in the tree onto the back of a older deer, they all scatter, I dig my claws in deep, enjoying the rush of red that covers my eyes, my blood lust reaching an all time high. I snarl in enjoyment as I sink my inch long fangs into the back of the neck, effectively cutting the nerves, and pretty much paralyzing it. I pull my teeth out of the back of its neck, the thing having collapsed with a exhausted snort.

It was brave to have fought for so long, I walk around to the front so I can look into its eyes as the light fades, after all that's all the dying want. To look into the eyes of your killer, to see a reason to give your life up to them. I look into the old deer's eyes, seeing the cloudiness on the pupils, I watch as they dilate at seeing me, then shrink in relaxation as we lock gazes, I tilt my head to the side in the silent question, the deer blinks slowly, the answer. A confirmation.

I lunge forward, grabbing the deers trachea in my powerful jaws, cutting off the air supply. It may look savage from a humans point of view, but it is actually easier for the animals this way, with minimal exertion from the predator, and the peaceful darkness for the animal to sink into.

I watch as if from behind a screen, my human mind not being able to stop the animal at this point, but I can still feel everything, the rip and crunch of my teeth on flesh muscle and bone. The moisture of blood flowing between my claws. And my strength, flowing back into me. Felinethrope's can eat human food, but we can't survive on it, we need to have red meat in our diets to stay at full strength, raw, like really raw.

When my predator side is satisfied, I stand and gather up whatever is left with my mouth and paws. Then I grab all of it and drag it into a spot between two trees, knowing it will be used by other animals.

I walk back towards the city and climb a building I don't even know what city this is, but it's definitely still in America, that much I can tell. I hear a scream and angle my ears towards it, I stand and jump the gaps between the buildings moving towards the sound. I look over the edge of the building, to see a girl being mugged by a couple of thugs, I start creeping towards the thugs, when a cackle echoes through the darkness.

I raise my nose to the wind and smell Nightwing, well well well, I thought I would have to find a ride back on my own. I watch as he takes out all of the thugs, the girl has been hiding her face through a hood and her hands, I assumed she was crying. No, apparently not, considering she is now about to bring a lead pipe down on Nightwing's head. Oh well. I lunge out of the shadows and tackle her to the ground, letting out a feral snarl at the same time. She drops the pipe as I take her to the ground, my paws pinning her arms to the ground. She looks at me in surprise, and then starts screaming, I flatten my ears to my head even more at her high pitched voice, she continues. I hear shuffling behind me, I turn to see Nightwing has picked up the metal pipe, I turn my head back around to the woman, ugh would you shut up already!? I growl at her in irritation.

"Um.. Thanks kitty," I hear Nightwing say cautiously behind me, now holding the pipe between us in a loose defensive stance. Really, what's so different about me now that he doesn't recognize me? I mean he knows we can shift into different kinds of cats, I took care of that when I accidentally shifted into my small cat form in front of him. But what else, I look down at myself to see red covering my face, front, and sides. It takes me a moment to realize that this colour is the blood of that deer. Oh Scheiße. I immediately lunge off of the woman into the shadows, but not before accidentally flashing my true form, that of a black tiger with blue eyes. I look around for a way past him that doesn't involve showing myself to them again. After all, I am a monster of blood.

"Durga" hear the quiet voice say behind me. I turn I know he can only see my eyes, I blend in too well with my surroundings for him to see anything else.

"Come out," he says quietly still, I look behind him to see the woman unconscious on the ground.

"Her screaming was annoying me too," he tried to joke lightly. I narrow my eyes slightly, then shift back.

"Why? I will only scare you like I did her." I gesture toward her with my head, wrapping my cloak closer around me. He steps closer towards me,

"Trust me, I've seen worse, " he says. I sigh and step out of the shadows. He smirks until he sees the extent of the blood on me. He gestures for me to follow him, and I do, at least until we reach some sort of motorcycle.

"You coming?" he asks as I stop a few feet away from the bike,

"I think the rooftops would be safer.." I trail off. I don't exactly trust this motorbike, it looks like only a one seater. He just chuckles and jumps on, starts the bike and drives straight at me, before I realize what the hell it is he's doing, I am sitting on the back of the motorcycle as we zip down streets, great just great. I bury my head in the back of his suit and wrap my arms around his waist even if i'm not big on the whole other people coming in contact with me thing. I try to shrug it off, before we know it, we've stopped I look up to see we are in another cave great,

"Come on" he says, grabbing my hand dragging me along behind him.

"So… where did you get all that blood?" he asked the inevitable question,

"Hunting" I reply with a groan.


ok definitions

Oh mein verdammter Götter- oh my fucking gods

verdammt- damn

Scheiße- shit

ok, I think that's all.. R&R


oh and for any hetalia fans I am thinking of doing a hetalia fan fic so any comments on that would be nice ;)