Bloody Roar: The Behemoth.

Legal Mumbo Jumbo: I do not own Bloody Roar, it's characters, or Hudson soft. If I did,
I'd be making the bloody games. All Fan character's included in this Fic are my
property, if you steal them, I will flame you till you're smoking, or sick Bruno on you.

Also, the ideas of 'Jang' (Long/Jane) and 'Keniko' (Kenji/Uriko) were started by
Christi, who nagged me till I finally started writing this.

Notes: A: Shenlong, in my opinion, is a white tiger. The gray fur would have been a
good secondary color, but as a primary, it makes him a freak, so he will be referred to as
being a white tiger.

B: In this Fic there will be TALKING BEAST ZOANTHROPES. This will be
explained in the story.

Thank you for reading all this Preliminary garbage, now, onto the story…

Prologue:

The night was warm and cloudy over the Z. L. F. headquarters, an average, quiet
summer night, when an explosion rocked the building. Flames erupted from a massive,
gaping wound in the huge structure's side, and screams, roars, and other sounds of shock
and pain came from the myriad Zoanthropes therein.

Among those fleeing, were 11 individuals who were at the heart of the matter, most of
which were fleeing from the main gates, while one went running from the rear entrance…

A man in a green T-shirt, red shorts, sandals, and with a "Spike" of green hair atop his
almost bald head.

"Who the hell do they think they are? Doing that to me, ME! Ohh… man am I ever
going to get them back for this…" he rambled to himself as he fled the burning building.

* * * *

Meanwhile, another individual, dressed in a maroon and green silk martial arts uniform,
the clothing tattered and a gaping wound in his side, staggered out to the side of the
building, and into the alleyways of the city.

His wound had been self-inflicted, the result of finding out just who, and what he really
was, a clone. A worthless life that had been grown in a tube, a toy of a madman, whose
only ambition was to see to what extents he could twist a race of creatures called
"Zoanthropes," which he was, thanks to the man he had been cloned from.

He staggered down the alley, and was a few blocks distance from the Z. L. F. when the
fire reached their armaments cache, and it detonated, sending chunks of the building
flying.

He twisted around, automatically shifting to his beast form in a reflex to defend himself,
when a concrete chunk the size of a fist struck him in the head, and knocked him
unconscious…

* * * *

A young woman with light blond hair, was nearby the Z. L. F. when the first explosion
rocked the area.

Her name was Charlotte, She was about 5' 5 inches tall, of slightly stronger build than
most women, but one couldn't say she wasn't attractive. She had quite a feminine form,
a semi-large chest, thin waist, and broad hips made her seem like she belonged more in a
glamour school than in a war zone. However, she was a Zoanthrope, Panthera Leo
Krugeri, a rare "White lion".

When the second one went off, she ducked behind a solid metal trash dumpster, and
small pebbles and other flying debris clattered on it, as well as a few larger chunks, some
the size of her head.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed. "What's going on over there?" she said before peeking
over the top of the dumpster.

"Somebody must have blasted-" she stopped short as a loud "THOCK" and a low roar
of pain came from somewhere nearby.

As soon as the debris stopped flying, she dashed from her hiding place, and located the
source of the roar. What she found was a white tiger Zoanthrope, transformed, who had
had been hit in the head by a fair sized piece of charred concrete.

"Oh no…" Charlotte breathed and kneeled at the fallen male's side, checking him over.

"Breathing… pulse… all ok. But his head is- Oh!" she exclaimed when her hand felt a
sticky wound on his right side, which was bleeding tremendously.

"Oh hell…" she muttered, then looked around her for anyone who might have been
watching, then when she saw that the coast was clear, she transformed to her beast form,
a white lioness. Charlotte then carefully lifted the large male tiger over her shoulder, and
carried him off, his tail dragging limply along on the ground.

* * * *

30 minutes later, half her body, and one whole leg stained crimson from the Tiger's
blood, she used her free, right paw, she rapped sharply on the door of a second level
apartment in an old, musty apartment building several times.

When no one answered, she resorted to yelling.

"SARAH! Get your furry red ass out here! It's an emergency!"

Since Charlotte wasn't in the middle of a fight, and her mind wasn't taken completely
by the battle bloodlust of a Zoanthrope, she could form coherent words. The facial
muscles around her muzzle were more dexterous, and in greater numbers, plus modified
vocal chords to allow them to speak, when calm.

The door opened, and a sleepy eyed, transformed, female fox Zoanthrope, wearing a
very oversized, loose T-shirt that said "World's best mom" and a pair of panties, looked
back at her.

"What on earth…" her eyes snapped open when she saw the wounded tiger, and the
blood covered lioness. "Charlotte! What happened?"

"It's his blood Sarah, not mine, don't worry 'bout me…" she growled as she gently
deposited the White tiger on his back on a medical bench. "But this guy's in REALLY
bad shape." She said and stepped back, and started to change back to human form, when
the Vixen grabbed the already shrinking muzzle of the Lioness.

"What have I told you about being human in my home girl? I will NOT have it!"

Sheepishly, Charlotte went back to full beast. "You're really weird, you know that
Sarah?"

The vixen rolled her eyes. "Be quiet and help me with this tiger before he dies of blood
loss."

Nodding, Charlotte went and grabbed Sarah's large medical kit, which held almost
everything one needed in an Emergency room.

Sarah examined the wound in his side, then the head wound, which, amazingly, was
nothing more than a bruise under the fur.

"Be glad he's in beast form, otherwise he'd be dead by now. The wound in his side is
already trying to close up, good thing it's not deeper than the muscle… Get a large metal
bowl from those cabinets…" Sarah gestured to a slightly higher wall cabinet. "Fill it with
water and some disinfectant. I need to wash my paws."

Charlotte did as told while Sarah changed into a tighter shirt, so it wouldn't get in the
wound while she was working, washed her paws thoroughly, and came back to her
patient. She put a type of rubber glove on that her claws wouldn't puncture, and got to
work cleaning the dried blood off the wound with the disinfectant mixture that Charlotte
had prepped.

"Nasty…" she said as the edges of the ragged, ripped flesh came into view. "Whoever
did this must've either used a REALLY rusty knife, or had some Deadly claws."

"Will he be alright Sarah?" Charlotte asked.

The vixen continued cleaning the tiger's wound. "He will be fine, maybe even have
little or no permanent damage if I can clean this and stitch it up properly, now be quiet, I
have work to do."

Charlotte went silent and sat down on a couch, watching Sarah clean the wound
thoroughly, then shave the fur around it so it wouldn't get in the way of her stitching,
which she started.

By that time, it was in the early morning hours, and Charlotte was completely
exhausted, so she simply laid down on the couch, and fell asleep.