AN- I got a reply from Jason Flemyng, and he recommends that I watch out for a new movie called Stardust, so I shall do. Also, I think this story is going a bit too slowly, so I'll try and speed things along- I hope no-one's bored! I apologise fr the shortness of this chapter, my muse isn't with me today..

Dumbfounded, the league sat around the table quietly, along with Prendick. The vivisector before them rolled down his trouser leg and rose from the chair, dropping the pen-knife back into his lab coat pocket. He calmly observed his audience and opened a door for them.

''There. You have listened to me for long enough, and I have spent long enough talking to you. Please leave now, and leave me to my work.''

Suddenly enraged, Prendick rose so forcefully from his chair that it fell back with a loud bang against the floor. He shook his head, staring at the grey haired scientist with contempt.

''You are a sick man. These- these creatures you've altered. It's a crime against nature!''

Moreau waved his hand at Prendick as though batting away an annoying insect. He then gestured to the door and raised an eyebrow at the people in the room. There came an almighty crash from somewhere outside, and a loud growling could be heard fading into the distance. Alarmed, Moreau rushed outside to the source of the noise. Alan followed immediately, his instincts pressing at him to get up and move.

The old hunter found Moreau observing a bent and damaged cage. The door was creaking on its hinges, obviously thrust open with some strong force. Giving a low sigh, Alan slung down the rifle that still graced his broad shoulders and clicked it into action. The elderly doctor glanced at Alan with steel blue eyes, but didn't say a word.

Agent Sawyer had been sat down for over half an hour, mulling over the information he had been given. He was on an island, crawling with surgically disfigured animals, and it seemed they were returning to their old ways. That meant their instincts would rule them. Their instincts to run in fear, stay and fight, and to kill…

He wiped beads of sweat from his brow and ran a hand though his rebellious sandy hair. Staring at the gash in his arm where he had been hurt, his mind raced with worry over what could happen to Skinner now he was by himself. Montgomery had left him alone. Tom insisted that he'd be fine by himself and that Montgomery should go back to find the League for him at the enclosure. Surely they'd be asking about him and Skinner?

Heaving himself off the ground, he made sure that his gun was loaded. He found he had little ammunition left in his belt…'Damn…what would Alan do?' he wondered, fingering the trigger of the colt. Shrugging, he decided he had to be less careless with his firearm and use his head. He traced back their steps a little while and examined the ground, thinking back to all the detective work he had ever done. He had to find Skinner before anyone- or anything in this case- found him first.

Skinner was enjoying the fresh air away from that dank, reeking place he had just visited. Breathing a sigh of relief, he thanked the heavens that he had decided to wander into a test lab one day and watch what the man in there was doing. And when he saw that invisibility formula…oh the possibilities!

''Guess it's not too much to my undoing after all.'' The thief muttered to himself, warily looking around for any of the creepy life forms that inhabited the island. He thought he could hear M'Ling coming back, and quieted himself. He had ditched his coat a while ago, preferring to be in his birthday suit if it meant he was harder to find. The weather wasn't too bad anyway.

He guessed correctly as M'Ling galloped along on all fours in front of him, stopping to sniff the air for a moment. Skinner held his breath, praying that the creature wouldn't be able to smell him. The thief pressed himself back as far as he could, waiting for the worst as M'Ling approached. But he turned back and left through the bushes again. It seemed that the flowers near Skinner were stronger than his odour…

''Time to get the bloody hell out of here.''