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.


Chapter 2: Getting to know the locals.


John spent about a week and a half recovering in beast form, rather than two months, as
a human would have had to do, considering his wound.

After the first two days, he'd been well enough to walk around, and had then moved
from Sarah's apartment, and the noise of her two kids, Ashley and Jared, to Charlotte's
slightly smaller, but much quieter living space, which he was quite thankful for.

Charlotte was a rather attractive girl, even as a human, even so she sometimes did
lounge around as a lioness. Usually spending time talking to him, making him feel at
home, and trying to help him to remember about his past, although they'd made almost
no progress as of yet, save for that he was a skilled fighter, as his karate gi had told in the
first place. A tan colored tee shirt, the image long since worn off, a pair of faded jeans,
and a pair of sneakers had replaced the gi itself. And for some reason, John didn't quite
think the outfit suited him, but there wasn't anything else, and his gi had been destroyed
anyway.

As long as John was resting and letting his wound heal, he didn't go out of the
apartment, or meet anyone else from the building, but the very day he was well…

* * * *

John, feeling quite energetic, and the pain in his side diminished to nearly nothing,
chose to sneak out of the apartment, and explore, while she was out shopping for food.

He left the apartment at about 2 in the afternoon, and headed to the main floor, where he
proceeded to the main entrance to leave for about an hour or two.

Once he got out the door, however, he got knocked backwards back into the building by
a large shape.

"OW! Hey! Watch where you're going!" John said, standing up and brushing himself
off.

He looked up and saw himself facing a very large, very dark skinned man standing
there, carrying in a couch, single handed, and very easily.

"Well I'm sorry, but this thing isn't very easy to see over. Who are you anyway?"

"I, uh…" John faltered. The guy was HUGE. His arms were so heavily muscled that
his hands couldn't span them, his legs were about twice the size of the guy's arms, and
his torso looked like it was about to burst out from his black tank top and his red shorts.
He had a small beard, which did nothing to cover his neck, which seemed swollen with
muscle. His head was the only thing on him that didn't seem to be bristling with flesh.
He had black hair, slicked back and then tied into a long braided ponytail which hung
down to his mid back, both ends tied off with a shiny metal ring.

"What's the matter pal? Cat got your tongue?"

"Bruno!" Charlotte's indignant voice came from behind John. "What are you doing?
Scaring people again? Good god, sometimes I think you enjoy doing that."

The dark skinned muscle man looked over John at Charlotte. "What? Oh, him? Oh,
sorry man, I forget that I can be rather impressive at times. Anyway, my name's Bruno.
What's yours?" he said, putting the couch down and offering a hand to him.

John took Bruno's hand and shook it a little, still dumbfounded. "Uh… My name's
John, I guess."

"You guess? What, I can't be that scary!"

Charlotte put her hand on Bruno's shoulder, grabbing his attention, then whispered into
his ear. "He's got amnesia, he can't remember a thing, go easy on him Bruno, please?"

The dark skinned man's eyes went wide. "Oh! Oh, ok. Sorry man, look, sorry bout
knocking you over, really, you ever need a hand with anything heavy though, give me a
call, k?"

"Uh, sure, I'll remember that." John said, as charlotte took his hand and led him back to
her apartment.

* * * *

Once they were back in her room, and the door was shut, John sank boneless into the
nearest chair.

"Good god, I've never seen ANYTHING that strong in my entire life!" He said, then
jerked his head up. He'd remembered something.

"You remembered something?" Charlotte asked, urging him a little.

"Vaguely, I've seen someone nearly that big, but not like THAT! Be dammed if I can
remember anything else. I can't even remember the other guy's face! Where is that guy,
Bruno, from anyway?"

Charlotte went into the kitchen, starting a small dinner for the two of them, as they had
found that john definitely did not know how to cook, though Charlotte had swore that
she'd teach him. "He's African in origin, but that's his distant ancestry. He's a great
guy, if you can get to know him a bit. He's smart, nice, but a loner, never let's anyone
really close to him. And though we all know he's a Zoanthrope, he never once has used
it. He says it's too big. I don't know about that, but if his human form's anything to go
by, he might be telling the truth."

"I think I'll have to watch my step around here a bit more. What other people live in the
building?" John asked.

She took out a chicken, potatoes, and a bag of carrots, and some other things, and got
started with a stew, one of her favorites, and also John's new one.

"Well, you've met Bruno, Sarah, and her kids… so that leaves Ben, the bear, he lives on
the ground floor, right next to the entrance, he's a good guy. Vivian, a coyote, brightest
yellow fur you've ever seen, white underbelly, she lives next door with her boyfriend,
Barry, he's a Mexican wolf. You woke up that first night here when they…" she made a
gesture with her hands which needed no verbal interpretation.

"I was wondering what all that howling, yipping and banging was about that night."

"More than that, she's 7 month pregnant and they're still going, I can't understand
where she gets all that energy."

"Does she go around in beast much?"

"You mean besides that? Yeah, Sarah rubbed off on those two a lot. Anyway, where
was I? Oh, yeah. There's Vincent, a Jaguar. Great guy, also, he's the only person in the
building with a car, truck actually, but, if you have to get somewhere in a hurry, you go to
him. And that's about everyone."

John nodded. "Colorful group here, isn't it?"

Charlotte smiled. "Yeah, I think you'll like it here John, it's really a nice place to live,
once you get over the quirks. Now come on, help me over here, I'll show you how to
make this stew…"