"Jonathan!", Evan yelled, as his transformed friend got blown back by a powerful explosion. Jonathan yelped, but snarled as he stood up. He was transformed into a racoon, the size of a small car. His teeth foamed with poisonous foam, as he stood in a defensive position. Evan continued to look at him with shocked face as Brian pulled him away, repeating that Jonathan would be able to stand for himself. At this moment, Jonathan got shot at, and his yelp awoke some blind anger inside Evan.

"Are you crazy?", Evan shouted angrily, trying to wrench his arm out of Brian's firm grip, "Those bullets are not normal! They are injuring him. They are somehow penetrating his thick pelt when they are not supposed to!"

Brian glared at him. "Well what on Earth are we supposed to do now?", he yelled, "Brock, our strongest fighter, is heavily injured. David has run out of supplies of weapons and traps. And you are not able to transform into at least something for some f*cking reason!".

Evan cringed as he was hit with straight facts from Brian, but another yelp from Jonathan made his blood boil. He tried wrenching his hand out of Brian's iron grip again. Brian did not seem to be budged, as he transformed into a horse and threw Evan onto his back. He started to gallop away. Evan looked back at disappearing Jonathan, whose yelps turned louder. He can't just leave his best friend behind!

"Yes, I agree", he spat towards Brian, leaning in closer to his ear, "I know that we are outnumbered, I know that there is something wrong with me and my inside animal that just keeps on refusing in transforming! I know that, Brian! But I would prefer to die as a human, than just giving up on Jon. Goodbye Brian!"

With that he jumped off, embracing himself for a painful landing. But Brian transformed in time into a steel man and caught Evan. Evan stiffly moved away from Brian, cringing slightly seeing him in this form. Brian was not just a Nature Shapeshifter, but also them. A Hellion. His parents were from both sides: his mother a Hellion, and his father a Shapeshifter.

Brian silently scrutinized Evan in his steel form, and abruptly changed into a horse as he galloped away. Evan watched as the giant beast dashed away, and ran the opposite direction. He soon started to feel tired, and cursed Brian for being so massive as a horse. His shoulder height literally reached the height of an average door! Evan felt sweat run down his forehead already, but Jonathan's yelps and whimperings acted as his additional metabolism. He was getting closer to the giant abandoned warehouse, and he heard an unfamiliar cackle.

"Well, Jonnie! Never thought we would meet again! And in such circumstances! Hah!", the deep teasing voice boomed. Evan made his steps quieter as he was close to the scene. He peeked at the scenery before him, and widened his eyes in shock as he saw... a devil? No, Hellion.

A giant of a man was standing the closest to bleeding Jonathan, who was still in his racoon form. His skin was deep red, and his hair was spiky and black. Evan did not see the devil's face, but started to creep along the wall towards Jonathan, gradually coming over to see the 'devil's' side profile. He had a black beard, and a nasty scar on his left eye. Evan studied the red man, the obvious culprit of this whole organised attack. Right on that day when Brock had an idea in how to make Evan transform, brought them all here, this DEVIL decided to show up and attack.

"Don't you worry, Jonnie", the red man crooned, suddenly flexing his left fist, conjuring a red pulsing ball of light, "You won't feel too much pain".

Jonathan shook and collapsed, turning back onto its human form. Evan winced. Severe exhaustion causes a Shapeshifter to forcingly come back into its human form. That usually means that the Shapeshifter is close to death. Death. Jonathan. Those two words whirled inside Evan's head until they turned into a hurricane. He shook his head furiously, feeling some kind of slow rising pain on his shoulder blades. He ignored it, and tensed, thinking whether to attack the devil to give Jonathan time to run, or to defend Jonathan.

"Pity that you chose the weak side, Luke", Jonathan voiced in a spiteful tone, raising his head to grin cheekily. Luke's face hardened, and he lifted his hand to deliver the fatal blow of red energy on weakened Jonathan. Jonathan closed his eyes, ready for his end.

"NO!", Evan shouted as he sprinted towards Jonathan to shield him. At this point, his anger, despair and determination to keep his friend alive mixed altogether, and he felt himself go faster. Bizarrely faster. He felt unfamiliar, yet pleasurable, pain on his back, and his whole upper face felt tickled and his nose felt more curved. His eyes also started to feel weird, as though they enlarged.

When he reached Jonathan, he embraced his friend to shield him from the blow of the Hellion. But hushed silence filled the warehouse. Evan, already considering he had a quick death, cautiously opened his eyes, and felt his heart leap when he saw broad grey wings covering himself and Jonathan. With amazement, he looked backwards, and felt his breath shorten as he saw the wings come out of him. His own wings. He gasped a quiet laughter as he moved them slightly. He was in awe that he controlled such powerful things. Does Brock feel like this, whenever he transforms into an eagle? Evan pushed this rhetorical question aside as he started to wonder what is happening outside of the protection of his grey wings.

He opened them timidly, and met aghast and shocked face of Luke, who was on the floor as though some force knocked him down. The deadly orb was gone from his hand. Evan carefully looked around him. Half of the soldiers that were shooting at Jonathan were lying still, either dead or paralyzed, while the others were slowly backing away with horror-struck faces. Evan glanced up at his wings, that he has spread out, and acknowledged their size and broadness. Undoubtedly the force of wind that was conjured by them has scattered the soldiers away, including the devil himself.

Evan's eyes slowly traveled to a cracked mirror that lied on the opposite side of the room, and Evan easily saw his own reflection. His wings were gigantic, but there was another shocking thing: he was half transformed. He looked down at himself, at his still humane body. He looked back up and raised his hand to touch grey soft feathers that grew on his forehead and sides of his face. His hand finally slid to his nose, that was a dark brown hooked beak. But the most astonishing thing (wings excluded!) for Evan, were his eyes. They were wide and amber in colour, and their look even gave Evan the shivers. They seem so, indifferent to life. Evan struggled to find a suitable word for them. He looked at Luke, who seemed to be stunned and confused.

"A Half Transformed?", he finally managed to stutter out, and gave a wobbly snicker, "Isn't that embarrassing?".

"So that is an actual thing?", Evan asked, then he stiffened. He was able to talk? In perfect human way?

"You can talk? Seems like you are a parrot", sneered Luke. But Evan knew he was wrong. Evan, was an owl. And by looking at the pair of grey ear tufts on top of his head, he was a long eared owl. He'll ask Brian later for specific breed.

Jonathan groaned weakly. Evan looked down at his wounded friend with worry, and looked back at Luke, saying threateningly, "Mess with my friends, you know what will await you". But Evan really didn't know what he would do, especially when he is just half-transformed. And this is just his first time of some kind of transformation, he can't even risk attacking Luke, despite his temptations.

But he proceeded penetrating Luke with his piercing eyes, while he hooked his arms under Jonathan's shoulders. His unfortunate friend was unconscious, but breathing. That was that mattered the most at that moment. Evan tested his wings by moving them around him. He didn't take his sharp eyes of Luke, but was fascinated by how long and broad his wings were. Taking a deep breath, he flapped them, and whooshed upwards. Luckily, there already was a hole in the old ceiling from all the explosions, so Evan encountered no obstacle as he shot up.

Evan held onto Jonathan tightly, praying he won't let go of his friend, but it almost seemed he used his wings a million times before as he almost instinctively maneuvered his wings and his body until he was comfortably flying to his friend's place at an incredible speed. Questions were piling inside Evan's head from all the bizarre things that just happened, but he knew he should save them for later. Right now, Jonathan needed to be in a safe place.

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(Hope you guys enjoy this. If you have any recommendations for new stories feel free to comment down below. But I will not write any gay accounts on BBS. They don't deserve that!) Also tell me if you want a continuation for this!