I know I shouldn't be going out this late at night, I know if I did get caught by security I could either be sent back to my dorm or maybe suspended for breaking curfew. But in the moment I just didn't care, I just wanted some moment of peace, a moment of clarity after arriving here to a new city, a new school and having already to meet quite a cast of characters of students. It's only been a few weeks since my start of my freshmen year here at Cherryton Academy and so far, I already felt like I was fresh meat just plopped on the ground for many of the carnivores and even the herbivores here to take a pick at. By what I mean is that the new school I was at, was full of antimorphic animals, all that could walk and talk like me, but I was nowhere near the same as them.

You see I wasn't a carnivore; let alone I wasn't an herbivore. I guess you can say that I was different, from what I have been classified when I first arrived in this new world, I was an omnivorous hybrid of some unknown species, like some kind of mutant that must have come from another world or from a different time. I didn't have fur, claws, wings, feathers, scales, whiskers, not even a tail. I had none of those features and I suppose that what features I do have is what makes me stand out from the crowd and was easy to pick on.

Like today, I could still feel my hair was damped clinging to the back of my neck and side of my face from a so-called prank that this harlequin rabbit and her two friends did to me while I was walking to a bench to eat dinner outside, calling me a freak of nature as they poured a bucket of water on my head from the level above me. My dinner and my uniform was drenched, and by that time I had lost my appetite.

Some school this was. Every day it was taunting, from where I would simply sit in my classes to what meal I ate three times a day. If I sit with herbivores during history class, carnivores will give me stares like I could do better than sitting with a zebra and a rhino. Or if I take a carnivore snack from the hallway canteen, the herbivores looked at me like I was some kind of monster. It wasn't even just the taunts that I had to face every day that made it hard to go to school, hearing everyone else go at each other was just as bad.

"This table is reserved for herbivores"

"Canines not allowed"

"Sorry no room for you, we don't want to make our group uncomfortable with your fangs"

"Rather just sit with us, herbivores always playing the victim of us being big scary monsters"

"Aren't you afraid of the jackals and coyotes? They are such ravenous beasts with those teeth, wouldn't want to be trapped between those"

And I was told that school would be a great place for opportunity for me to find my place in this world and meet all kinds of new people, I was starting to second guess that. The discrimination was just as bad towards my kind as it was back where I was come from, before...before I somehow found myself here. I thought with me so different I wouldn't have to face the same discrimination because of my species, and I would be able to live in peace for once, but I guess not. To me in my opinion, maybe because everyone judges others, it's because they don't want to try to understand who they are or maybe don't want to believe there is more to that person than what meets the eye. No one, if it was an herbivore or a carnivore, should be given such a bad reputation if they are able to prove the stereotype wrong, what may lack on the outside could make up for it on the inside. Could it?

But it was a losing battle for me, I was stuck in the middle, no matter which side I chose, I wasn't going to win either way, so it was better for me to just keep my head low and keep to myself, going on my own path.

As I stood in my dorm room, I slipped out of my wet clothes relieved to know that it wasn't too soaked to where it would have revealed my damp dark pink lingerie underneath. But luckily, I had some spare clothes I had gotten in case of emergency in my wardrobe, and it was very much of use for the cold and foggy night that waited for me outside. Getting into my now warm clothes, I laid my uniform over the heater right by my windowsill, hoping it would be nice and dry by morning before class. Looking at the time it was nearly 9 o'clock, with having some time before the dorm mother would come check for roll call, I decided to go out for a little walk before I would turn in for the night, to at least reflect of today's tragedy.

You see today when I was on my way to my third class that afternoon, I saw in our school's newspaper that a student had been devoured in one of the lecture halls that was near one of my classes. It was an alpaca named Tem from the drama club, one of the most popular clubs in all of the school. Hearing the word death made my blood turn cold, I knew all about what death was, I had all kinds of experiences with it. I had seen it, done it, and had been through the whole process itself. You might say how I am alive now? That's a good one, ever since my life had been taken in the world where I come from, for some unknown reason I came into a whole new world in a whole new territory, it either must be a dream I am not waking up from or actually was a second chance of life. I wasn't so sure, but if it was either of the two, neither was treating me pleasantly.

Humming softly to myself I made my way behind one of the big lecture halls that was dimly lit outside from the light fixtures. A beautiful sound caught my attention, a fountain spraying out a gentle stream into the bottom pool below. I slowly walked over pulling my hoodie tighter around my frame, it looked like a quiet place to distress. Walking closer, it was so quiet, so peaceful nothing like how loud and chaotic the day can be where students are rushing to get to class, talking about the latest gossip, or hearing announcements over the intercom. If only it could be like this during the day, I would think things would be a little less stressful.

As I sat down along the edge of the fountain, my reflection stared back at me from the water rippling over my sad and confused face. You know when I mentioned that I didn't look like anyone else around me, that I was different? Well, my reflection proves it. What stared back at me was pale white soft skin covered my body, my damp blown out dark red hair with my bangs thrown to the right side of my face tied back with a dark blue ribbon, my heart shaped face with greyish eyes showing of its sadness and confusion. The giant black hoodie covered with many colorful butterflies that covered most of me, it made me look so small and helpless. As the wind picked up more in speed, some of my hair fell forward, revealing one of my worst features. If anyone had seen these, your life was over. The two little white triangular shaped horns that were poking out on either side of my head.

That was one of the things that would seal my faith, and I would be labeled as a monster...

I wasn't sure if it was a curse or a blessing, but I knew no matter where I went till the day I would die, the demons would follow and haunt me all because of those two little horns and one other thing that I held back in the darkness. I couldn't show what I was truly capable of, not after what I had done before, not to anyone.

I hit the water with a growl, splashing with anger as droplets of water stained the ground beneath my feet. The reality of today started to fully settle in and tears began to stream down my face leaving my eyes burning and tired. As much as I wanted to scream out all of my anger, I knew no one would hear me, let alone console me. All I wanted was to be happy. I don't know if I would ever experience that, maybe never make friends, experience what love could be like, to find that special someone that apparently is out there for each and every one of us. To finally bury the demons of my past, erase my unhappy beginning and look forward to the rest of my story in the outside world could be like. Would anyone give me that same chance that anyone would want? Or was it too much to ask?

Quiet sobs left my throat as I slid down from the edge of where I sat to the ground and rested my head on the concrete slab, hiding my broken soul in my sleeves.

Maybe this wasn't a blessing, maybe this was more of a curse. Maybe I wasn't strong enough to endure all that has happened to have to deal with this abuse now. Maybe the pain would never go away...

I started to accept the fact that maybe I was going to be alone for the rest of my life and I can't take back what was taken away from me all these years ago. My sobs quietly turned shaky, and my breathing slowed down, the pain started to slowly seep out from the pores of my skin as I let everything out. All that pressure was alleviated for now at least. I thought about Tem, the student who was murdered, some of my tears were for him. I know I didn't get to meet him face to face, but it still hurt to know someone innocent had their life taken for to satisfy someone's desire. I only hoped that what had happened to him, it was quick and painless...

As the full moon rose higher up into the sky, I decided to head back to my room for the night, I didn't want to stay out too much longer knowing that a killer was still on the loose. I slowly stood up, a breeze swept past my face blowing my long flowing bangs out flying softly in the air, but before I could make that first step, I sensed the atmosphere changing.

My feet stopped, they planted themselves to the ground, almost too afraid to move. My instincts were telling me that someone was near, and they were fixated on me. I freeze, I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears, thinking one wrong move would end my life. But wouldn't that have been a mercy on me? To end this pain once and for all?

I froze in my place, I wasn't sure who exactly was approaching, but even with everything I have been put through so far, why would I still have a reason to run?

A tall, slightly muscular built grey wolf was really regretting to be out this late at night to guard Louis at the back entrance of the lecture hall. Pacing back and forth, he waited anxiously for Louis and Zoe to finish up their practice for the play that was being performed in the next two weeks.

"If we get caught, drama club's gonna get shut down and then I'd get suspended. Hmmm...c'mon guys hurry up! Security's been patrolling a lot ever since the incident"

Suddenly he heard something rustling in the bushes and flinches, his ears perking up as he scanned across the area. Within the dim lighting of the glowing lanterns, the bluish gleam of light stands out in the dense fog of the cold night outside. The wind blowing softly against his ears, whispering like many souls.

He then notices a grasshopper and he slowly crouched down to the bug and reached out with his giant hand. "Hey there little guy, what are you doing out here? Huh, that's what I should be asking myself"

The insect cautiously climbs on top of the wolf's hand and settles calmly on top of his fingers, letting his wings in and out of its wind case. For being so small compared to the wolf holding him, the insect felt no sense of danger for being at the mercy of a giant predator. The grey wolf himself, being as gentle as he could even with the power and strength that coursed through his veins, was intrigued by the small bug, who didn't seem worried or afraid like many other students were here at Cherryton. He may have a few who were not, but no one really understood him. Even his friends didn't fully understand what was going on in his mind.

Then a smell floats to his nostrils, a sweet, beautiful scent. Honey and cherry blossom.

Hmmm?

It was drawing his attention away from the insect and his head turns following the source. It was coming from the fountain. Inhaling deeply, something about this particular scent was attracting, like it was a drug. The scent was too much, so addicting, so mouthwatering, it was awakening something deep inside of him. An urge to follow, an urge to hunt the source.

An herbivore? No...not an herbivore...it's a...omnivore

That was the moment he discovered his instincts...

Like a fire ignited, it burns through his veins and awakens something he has hidden for so long, the primal, animalistic instinct of predator possesses, the wolf could feel his body was losing control. His muscles now enlarged, his ears perked, and his now glowing eyes were searching through the fog for any signs of where the source of the scent was located.

I shakily stood in my spot, I had to get out of here and fast, if I could make it to the nearest dorm I could it make it to safety.

Good god, is this how it will end? I know I wanted to end this life, but to have it be this frightening, to be eaten alive? I would much rather take another bullet than this!

Moving my leg, the slowest I could move it, I made one step in the opposite direction, followed by another, but the sound of a twig snapping underneath my white sneaker made me gasp, revealing my position. Oh shit! And that's when the beast attacked.

I didn't know what came over me next, but the next thing I knew I was sprinting off in the opposite direction as fast as my feet could carry me. My mind just couldn't be made up, it either wants to live or wants to die. Which was it? I heard the stranger starting to catch up to me. Nearly slipping on the cold stone blocks, I could hear the low hungry like growl reach my ears and it made my heart drop to my knees it was that scary, was this how I was meant to die? To be devoured and forgotten, as if I had never existed?

I felt the strong limbs of my chaser suddenly encage me in its grip, tackling me to the ground as we tumbled over each other. Being trapped in with their arms, so much bigger compared to my small frame, I could feel my insides quiver feeling the breath of my potential killer breathe against me. A snout, a canine's to be precise was resting near the side of my face.

I wasn't sure if it was the fear that kept me from screaming or fighting back or maybe it was my body telling me that it was time to quit and stop fighting this battle. My body shook to the very core, almost feeling myself about to lose my bladder out of fear. Tears were threatening to come pouring out of my eyes as I trembled in the arms of my potential killer.

What's going to happen now? Am I going to be torn piece by piece like a piece of meat? Watch as they take my life by putting sharp fangs into my throat?

If I had died here, would I even get another chance? Would I somehow end up another world? What if this was the end? Some chance this was, no friends, no happiness, no love, just me and my lonely freakish self.

If this would be the last thing I would experience before I truly died, at least I would know I wasn't a killer here. "Just do it quickly...", I barely whispered

The wolf's arms were tight around the small form of the girl. Her body wasn't like he thought she would feel like, but he could sense who she was, it was the new student of an unknown species who arrived here a few weeks ago. He heard about her through the rumor spreading of the species with no animal features. Inhaling in her scent more, he would never forget on how delicious it smelled, never. He could feel her pounding heart and the shakiness of her breath against the fur of his arm.

This sound...is it mine? Is it yours?

The thumping sound of her heartbeat rushes throughout his ears.

She feels so...warm and small. She moves around a lot. Her breath is making my arm wet.

Her long dark red hair was messy from its confides of the ribbon that held it back. It was soft and silky, a few of her fingers dig into his forearm tightly, she was strong, if he had no fur, he would see the bruises already forming of how tightly she was gripping him.

Under her clothes...what's...under her soft skin? Stop! What should I do? What...should I?

She tensed up some as his large hand began to go inside her left thigh going dangerously near her privates, gently going over the fabric of her sweatpants. Barely able to hear, he heard her struggle to speak, the words were stuck in her throat, as if she was choking. His hand leaves a trail of warmth behind as it moves away, without his knowledge, the girl sighed internally with relief.

Suddenly I could feel the clawed hand of my attacker grip my arm in a tight hold, leaving me no chance to escape his grip. But then I could hear a whisper in my ear.

You know you can stop this Aayame...use what you know, kill the monster!

I could feel something emerging from my back, my instincts were starting to surface, no I can't! I can't do this! I can't hurt another soul! Even though I am in danger, I couldn't!

Would you understand what I have been through? Would that change anything?

I highly doubted it would change anything, once a predator has a hold of his prey, there was no chance of getting out alive. I would at least want to tell someone the whole truth of what was of me. A low growl escaped from the beast's throat; this was it. From being someone's guinea pig for horrible experiments, I was now going to experience being someone's meal.

But my instincts were starting to become more stronger, harder to control.

You have been tortured your whole life for what you are, why let someone overpower you? You know what you can do, you have done it before!

No! I never meant to kill anyone, you ruined who I am! I made a promise!

All I wanted to do was to help, after all they had taken everything you had and all you wanted was happiness...

I did but not at the cost of someone's life! Please don't make me do this! Don't make me hurt him!

The wolf snapped his head up, lost in his own mind, alone with his inner beast, his predatory instincts. The instincts that he fought and hid for seventeen years to kill and hunt. The one thing that separated herbivores and carnivores. As he kept his prey in his vice like grip, a dark lurking shadow approaches him.

You have struggled your entire life, and now...you have reached your limit.

Go away! Stop!

You've suppressed your feelings ever since you were a kid...and you've lived quietly in the darkness, haven't you? Is that sadness you are feeling? Or is it...frustration?

"Stop!" The wolf whimpered desperately. He doesn't want this, not to be a killer. One student murdered was bad enough, he can't make her the next.

I caught the faint sound of my attacker, he sounded scared. But of what? What was going on? He is just holding me, wouldn't have had done something to me right about now?

It's neither. You feel joy from the bottom of your heart.

No! Stop! Stop!

Look at me!

The shadow settled right in front of the wolf and girl.

Face yourself! Don't look away! I'm growing bigger, can you see?

I won't look! Go away!

I could feel the wolf twitch behind me continuously, moving me alongside with every movement he made. I could feel my vectors starting to emerge out of my back, waiting for the moment to strike.

Please no! I am horrified enough of what I have done! Why do you torture me like this?!

It's part of who you are! You can make this all go away by getting rid of who stands in your way!

Please!

I know you're ready. The fun part is just starting.

The shadow grew bigger in size was now even bigger than the wolf, was starting to suffocate him in its madness for him to do the unthinkable.

All it takes is one bite! You longed for this taste for seventeen years!

Stop! Just end my misery!

And with that the shadow merges into the wolf and now the true dark nature comes out into light.

I could feel my heart drop as I heard a low deep growl that caused a chill to run down my spine, goosebumps to form along my skin. I winced in pain as I could feel the sharp claws dig into my skin, I wanted to scream so loud, it was going past the muscle. I could feel blood drip from the open wound and seep past landing on the ground.

You are running out of time Aayame...what will it be? Do you want to live or die?

Screams echoed throughout my ears of voices telling me to fight or don't. A vision begins to quickly flash in front of my eyes. The screams of many that fired their guns at my slow walking form, the bullets simply bounced off me like tiny balls. The smell of the outside world had filled my nostrils. But then the sound of a gunshot rang out. I felt the pain hit right through my heart, blood spilling out pooling right beneath me.

The wolf raises his jaws, fangs shown full of deadly intent, ready to take her life with one bite.

This is it.

But then the urge took over...my pupils dilate and that's when my instincts surfaced.

No! I won't let it be!

An unfamiliar voice called out, and the wolf froze in place.

After so long of keeping what I had hid, it had finally emerged, my vectors finally shot out like a harpoon pushing my potential killer out from behind me, his claws ripped out of my arm, causing the gash to gush more blood. Hearing a grunt as he landed on the ground, his hold was no longer caging me. My vectors were floating towards the individual ready to do what they were capable of, but I shook my head clear of the urge as I retracted them back before anything else more could be done. That's when I found my courage and my feet again and began to run out into the night. I don't look back and just kept running, running far away into the darkness.

I finally made it back to my dorm as I slammed the door behind me, locking it shut, gasping for breath. Slumping against the back of the door, I fell to the floor in complete shock from what just happened, I don't know how I was alive now, I should be in the beast's stomach instead of here. Damn instincts! Why did you confuse me so much? Do you want me to live or die? Which is it?!

I could feel the warmth of my blood seep through my hoodie soaking the sleeve. Wincing at the pain, I rolled up my sleeve to see the huge claw marks that were deeply dug into my skin, taking up almost my whole forearm. The stench of my blood made me cringe, ever since that fatal night the smell, the sight or even hearing the sound of blood, would always remind me of what I had done, what promise I had broken. At least I didn't kill who had attack me. I had to keep my promise sealed here.

What kind of beast could cause this much damage? I wasn't sure who but knew for sure it was a carnivore. But I highly doubted I would find out who it was, I wasn't going to go around pointing fingers or try to find out who did this. It wasn't worth it, not for a monster like me.

Running a hand through my hair, I sighed softly, I just wanted to forget about the whole day in general. Pretended that it never happened. The only thing I wanted was to curl up and just sleep, forget about the world around me and just be in my own world, me and only me.

I stood up from the floor and walked into the bathroom, I gently tended to my injuries and wrapped it up with bandages. This was going to leave a nasty scar for sure. When I finished, I sat down in my bed, I slowly slid off my clothes and saw in the wall mirror right across from my bed, I could see all the damage that my body has experienced. Hardly any small patch of skin didn't have a scar, a dark bruise, or a burn. And that wasn't from all my time here at school, all of it...was the real-life hellish nightmare that was for some reason given to me when I was just a little girl. I remembered being happy for once until all that changed the day that I was taken from what all I once knew. The family I loved, the home I longed to be a part of, and the life that was filled with hopes and dreams.

Did that darkness have a name? Why would it go after someone who never wants to cause harm or pain to anyone? Is this what it feels like to suffer for eternity? Did this darkness have a name?

I laid down naked in my bed, the exhaustion taking over, my limbs burned and ached from all the running I did. Curling up as tight as I can, I made myself as small as I could so nothing more could possibly get me, my eyes finally closed. Tears unconsciously spilled down my face.

Hi there! I am brand new to this fandom and I have fallen in love with Beastars! I decided to do a Legoshi story with my OC! I am so in love with Legoshi, its unreal, and just so you know my OC is a diclonius like from Elfen Lied, with the mutant looking hybrid having vectors that extend out to a certain length which later be revealed how far my OC's can go.

I was in huge debate of being an animal or a human in this series, but seeing how diclonius are misunderstood like carnivores I thought it would be curious to see how a hybrid and a regular species could make a relationship work. I have been dreams about this for a while and I just couldn't hold it off any longer and wanted to make a book out of it! I will try my best since this is my first story, but if you guys have suggestions or ideas I would love to hear from you 3 I can't wait to see where this will go!