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.
Chapter 1: Waking.
At 8:00 the next morning, Sarah roused Charlotte from sleep.
"Wake up Charlotte, your fur's matted with dried blood. You need to take a shower,
then change the sheets on the couch for our guest there."
Charlotte pushed the smaller Vixen away, and yawned loudly, with the sound of small
roar in it. "God, Sarah, you're a slave driver…" she sat up and stretched her back out.
"Funny, my kids don't seem to think so…" Sarah said sarcastically as she went into the
small kitchen to fix their breakfast.
Charlotte rubbed her eyes and stood, and stretched again, her right leg seeming very
stiff, till the dried blood loosened up. "Yeah, yeah, whatever…"
"I am paying half your rent in here, remember Charlotte?" Sarah called while she went
fishing through her refrigerator. "Hey! Where are all the eggs? Didn't you go shopping
last night like I asked?"
Charlotte's eyes shot open. "Oh, damn it… I was coming back near where that blast hit
last night, I think I dropped the bags in an alley."
"Blast?" Sarah poked her head over the edge of the open door at her.
"You didn't hear it? It's the reason I brought him in." the lioness said, pointing to the
Tiger, who was still sleeping on the medical bed, a blanket draped over him. "He is
alright, isn't he?"
"Must've been asleep." Sarah mumbled. "And yes, he's still alive, he'll probably wake
up around noon or so, I'm not sure. Take a shower, I'll see it on the news…" she said,
turning on the tiny TV set in the kitchen, the only one in the apartment.
Charlotte went into the shower, while Sarah - robbed of having her Omelets that
morning - got out some frozen French toast and orange juice, and heated them up while
she watched the morning news.
"-and now, in our top story this morning, Military officials announced the capture of the
Z. L. F. rebel Zoanthrope force after a series of explosions destroyed their headquarters.
With more, is Hank Fielding."
The image shifted to a still smoking ruin of a massive building, only a little more than
two-dozen blocks from Sarah's apartment. Before it was a human man, wearing a trench
coat and holding a microphone. To his left was another human wearing a suit of urban
camouflage gear.
"What you see behind me is the Z. L .F. headquarters, or, what's left of it. At around
1:00 last night, a series of blasts ripped through the building, leveling it, and scattering
the Zoanthropes inside. Corporal Jeffrey Smith, was this a strike on your part?"
"Actually no, we were holding our former line almost 75 blocks away, we didn't even
realize this was their headquarters until the explosions hit."
"What happened then?"
"Well, the Z. L. F. forces that had been holding us scattered, and were captured. By the
time we got here, a second blast had leveled the rest of the building, and most of the rest
of the rebel Zoanthropes surrendered without a fight."
"Did you interrogate them?" The human reporter prompted the corporal.
"Yes, but they seemed too lethargic to even think, we didn't get much information out
of them."
"What about the Z. L. F. leader?"
"We weren't even able to identify him, if he was even among those we caught. But
we're still interrogating all those we're holding for the moment."
Sarah shut off the TV and shuddered. "Great, human soldiers running all over the
place… they even try to lay a hand on my kids I'll…" she broke off, growling.
* * * *
Three hours later…
* * * *
Pain… an aching, dull throb of pain in his head and his side, was all he felt. His eyes
were dry, and felt glued shut on the inside. Oddly enough, he felt larger than usual, and
warmer…
"Wait, beast… right…" he thought, his mind foggy and unclear with the pain,
exhaustion and dehydration.
He tried to move, but a stab of pain from his stomach gripped him, and forced him back
down. A moaning growl escaped his feline lips, and a moment later, someone was laying
a large, rough hand was on his shoulder.
"Hey, you awake?" somebody asked. The voice was a little like a growl, but still
human enough to sound feminine.
He forced his eyes open, but the air and light hurt, and he snapped them shut again.
"W… water…" he growled hoarsely.
The hand was gone for a moment, then back, and the rim of a small bowl was pressed
against his mouth.
"Here, drink." The voice spoke again.
Painfully, he leaned his head forward, and began to lap up the cool fluid.
As he finished the drink, his eyes began to water. He blinked the salty tears out of his
eyes, and his vision cleared. He looked up into the muzzle of a transformed, white lion
Zoanthrope girl.
He started in shock, but she held him down.
"Whoah! Hey, it's ok, I'm not going to hurt you. We just have to stay like this here."
"W-what?" he said, confused. "Why?"
"You need to say like this to heal, I have to stay like this because of my friend, it's
alright. Just don't try to talk too much right now."
He stared at the female's face. For a beast, she didn't look all that bad, like some could.
Her leonine features were average for the species, but the color of her fur was
extraordinary, she looked almost like an angel, a Zoanthrope one, but still.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The lioness smiled a little. "My name's Charlotte, what's your name?"
He looked down, and a look of utter confusion crossed his face.
"I… I don't know…"
She looked down at him, worried. "You can't remember your name? Can you
remember anything?"
He shook his head slowly.
"Nothing at all?" she urged.
Again he shook his head.
She sighed, sadly. "We'll just call you John then, till you remember your name. You
did get hit in the head pretty hard, it's not surprising you have amnesia."
"What… am I going to do?" John (he guessed that was his name) asked, looking up at
her with a pair of crystal blue eyes.
She smiled a bit. "You'll live with me for a while."
"Where?" he asked.
"My apartment here, it's not much, but there's room for you in it." she stood. "Are you
hungry?"
John closed his eyes and laid his head back against the pillow. "I'm Tired…" he
murmured as he drifted off to sleep.
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.
Chapter 1: Waking.
At 8:00 the next morning, Sarah roused Charlotte from sleep.
"Wake up Charlotte, your fur's matted with dried blood. You need to take a shower,
then change the sheets on the couch for our guest there."
Charlotte pushed the smaller Vixen away, and yawned loudly, with the sound of small
roar in it. "God, Sarah, you're a slave driver…" she sat up and stretched her back out.
"Funny, my kids don't seem to think so…" Sarah said sarcastically as she went into the
small kitchen to fix their breakfast.
Charlotte rubbed her eyes and stood, and stretched again, her right leg seeming very
stiff, till the dried blood loosened up. "Yeah, yeah, whatever…"
"I am paying half your rent in here, remember Charlotte?" Sarah called while she went
fishing through her refrigerator. "Hey! Where are all the eggs? Didn't you go shopping
last night like I asked?"
Charlotte's eyes shot open. "Oh, damn it… I was coming back near where that blast hit
last night, I think I dropped the bags in an alley."
"Blast?" Sarah poked her head over the edge of the open door at her.
"You didn't hear it? It's the reason I brought him in." the lioness said, pointing to the
Tiger, who was still sleeping on the medical bed, a blanket draped over him. "He is
alright, isn't he?"
"Must've been asleep." Sarah mumbled. "And yes, he's still alive, he'll probably wake
up around noon or so, I'm not sure. Take a shower, I'll see it on the news…" she said,
turning on the tiny TV set in the kitchen, the only one in the apartment.
Charlotte went into the shower, while Sarah - robbed of having her Omelets that
morning - got out some frozen French toast and orange juice, and heated them up while
she watched the morning news.
"-and now, in our top story this morning, Military officials announced the capture of the
Z. L. F. rebel Zoanthrope force after a series of explosions destroyed their headquarters.
With more, is Hank Fielding."
The image shifted to a still smoking ruin of a massive building, only a little more than
two-dozen blocks from Sarah's apartment. Before it was a human man, wearing a trench
coat and holding a microphone. To his left was another human wearing a suit of urban
camouflage gear.
"What you see behind me is the Z. L .F. headquarters, or, what's left of it. At around
1:00 last night, a series of blasts ripped through the building, leveling it, and scattering
the Zoanthropes inside. Corporal Jeffrey Smith, was this a strike on your part?"
"Actually no, we were holding our former line almost 75 blocks away, we didn't even
realize this was their headquarters until the explosions hit."
"What happened then?"
"Well, the Z. L. F. forces that had been holding us scattered, and were captured. By the
time we got here, a second blast had leveled the rest of the building, and most of the rest
of the rebel Zoanthropes surrendered without a fight."
"Did you interrogate them?" The human reporter prompted the corporal.
"Yes, but they seemed too lethargic to even think, we didn't get much information out
of them."
"What about the Z. L. F. leader?"
"We weren't even able to identify him, if he was even among those we caught. But
we're still interrogating all those we're holding for the moment."
Sarah shut off the TV and shuddered. "Great, human soldiers running all over the
place… they even try to lay a hand on my kids I'll…" she broke off, growling.
* * * *
Three hours later…
* * * *
Pain… an aching, dull throb of pain in his head and his side, was all he felt. His eyes
were dry, and felt glued shut on the inside. Oddly enough, he felt larger than usual, and
warmer…
"Wait, beast… right…" he thought, his mind foggy and unclear with the pain,
exhaustion and dehydration.
He tried to move, but a stab of pain from his stomach gripped him, and forced him back
down. A moaning growl escaped his feline lips, and a moment later, someone was laying
a large, rough hand was on his shoulder.
"Hey, you awake?" somebody asked. The voice was a little like a growl, but still
human enough to sound feminine.
He forced his eyes open, but the air and light hurt, and he snapped them shut again.
"W… water…" he growled hoarsely.
The hand was gone for a moment, then back, and the rim of a small bowl was pressed
against his mouth.
"Here, drink." The voice spoke again.
Painfully, he leaned his head forward, and began to lap up the cool fluid.
As he finished the drink, his eyes began to water. He blinked the salty tears out of his
eyes, and his vision cleared. He looked up into the muzzle of a transformed, white lion
Zoanthrope girl.
He started in shock, but she held him down.
"Whoah! Hey, it's ok, I'm not going to hurt you. We just have to stay like this here."
"W-what?" he said, confused. "Why?"
"You need to say like this to heal, I have to stay like this because of my friend, it's
alright. Just don't try to talk too much right now."
He stared at the female's face. For a beast, she didn't look all that bad, like some could.
Her leonine features were average for the species, but the color of her fur was
extraordinary, she looked almost like an angel, a Zoanthrope one, but still.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The lioness smiled a little. "My name's Charlotte, what's your name?"
He looked down, and a look of utter confusion crossed his face.
"I… I don't know…"
She looked down at him, worried. "You can't remember your name? Can you
remember anything?"
He shook his head slowly.
"Nothing at all?" she urged.
Again he shook his head.
She sighed, sadly. "We'll just call you John then, till you remember your name. You
did get hit in the head pretty hard, it's not surprising you have amnesia."
"What… am I going to do?" John (he guessed that was his name) asked, looking up at
her with a pair of crystal blue eyes.
She smiled a bit. "You'll live with me for a while."
"Where?" he asked.
"My apartment here, it's not much, but there's room for you in it." she stood. "Are you
hungry?"
John closed his eyes and laid his head back against the pillow. "I'm Tired…" he
murmured as he drifted off to sleep.
