Hi there! Dives under her desk to avoid being attacked by the few people who've been waiting for an update Sorry, y'all...I kinda gave up on this one for a while. I've been working on other stories in my account. I don't know how long it'll be before my next chapter, so I won't make any promises. But here's a little something to get y'all going again.
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Changes...Chapter 8
Kat heart soared along with her body as she flew over Bayville, her sharp eyes taking in everything below her. She circled, allowing herself a few flips and dives as she searched until finally her gaze locked on to a familiar figure down below. Quickly pulling ahead of the meandering form, she pulled in her powerful wings and allowed herself to freefall down into an alleyway, catching herself at the last minute and landing softly. She crept out to the opening, waiting. Just before her quarry reached her she stepped out from her hiding place, a small smile on her face. The figure jumped, and then stared in shock, causing Kat's smile to grow wider.
"K...Kat?"
"It's good to see you too," she responded with an ever-growing smile.
"Kat!"
"Marie!" The two friends embraced, squealing and completely ignorant of the people staring at them. "What are you doing here?!" Kat queried, slinging an arm over Marie's shoulder and walking her in the direction of a coffee shop.
"Looking for you. How did you manage to find me first?"
"I'm not sure, really...I just knew you were here. Guess some things never change, huh?" Marie returned her friend's smile.
"You always were a bit psychic like that." They had arrived at the coffee shop. After buying drinks for both of them, Kat sat her best friend down and drilled her with questions about home. Nearly an hour later, after hearing everything she needed to know, she allowed Marie time to breathe and to ask questions of her own. The conversation soon turned to Kat's new accommodations. After attempting to explain and failing miserably.
"Alright, ya know what? I'll just take you there. C'mon, let's go." Marie followed mutely. A block away from the coffee shop, Kat stopped, smiling once more, and turned to her friend. "Marie, have you ever wondered what flying feels like?" Her question received a smile in response. The girls turned down an alley for a slightly safer takeoff, giggling and tripping over each other in excitement...and in the process ran straight into the largest man either of them had ever seen.
From his shining, bald head to his dusty black boots he stood at least seven feet. His shoulders were wide; he was big boned, and under his black t-shirt and pants lay solid, rippling muscle. To top it all off, he had a gun at his side, a knife in his boot, and brass knuckles on both hands. In short.
"We're dead," Marie whispered to her companion, all the girlish jubilance she had felt at the mention of flying gone in a moment. The big lug smiled, exposing a number of missing, rotted, and yellowed teeth. When he spoke, his deep, growling voice rasped cruelly.
"What's a couple o' liddle ladies like yous doin' out here all by y'selves?" he slurred easily.
"Nothing that concerns you," Kat replied, her eyes hardening as her pulse began to quicken from the adrenaline coursing through her blood. The thug continued to grin wickedly at them as he backed them into a corner and slid the knife from his boot. With a speed that was shocking for one so large, he lunged at Marie.
In an instant Kat had transformed into her were-form. Before he knew what was happening, she wrenched his knife from his grasp and jumped over him. A swift kick between his legs sent him to his knees. Digging a knee into his back, Kat dug the claws on her left hand into his head and brought the knife in her right to his throat. Feeling the cold metal pricking his skin, the big man swallowed. Kat leaned down so that her mouth was right next to his left ear.
"No one, fool, NO ONE threatens my friends and gets away with it. No one." She applied a bit more pressure to the knife, drawing a small amount of blood.
"Kat, stop!" Marie choked from the corner, fear ringing her eyes. Kat looked up at her for a moment, then began to speak to the thug again.
"Know this-today I held your life in my hands, and because of my friend, the one you thought to harm, I have given it back to you. If we meet again under the same conditions I will not be so merciful." She released him. With one fearful glance over his shoulder he ran. His glance met dark lupine eyes filled with bloodlust, and he ran all the harder. When he was out of sight, Kat turned back to Marie, all malice gone from her eyes. She found her friend trembling, eyes fixed on the bloodstained blade in her hand. Seeing her friend's fear, she flipped the knife over and flung in at the wall, forever imbedding it in the mortar between two bricks. Though she still trembled, Marie relaxed enough to speak.
"You...you could have killed him." Her voice quavered, causing Kat to look down, ashamed of the rage that had taken control.
"I think...I think I might have, if you hadn't stopped me," she admitted softly. "I couldn't let him hurt you." Her friend reached out and lifted her chin.
"Your reaction startled me. I'm not afraid of you." Kat met her eyes, searching and finding all she ever saw in them-love. A small smile began to play across her face again.
"You still want to know what flying feels like?" Marie nodded, beginning to smile again herself. Wordlessly Kat picked her up, and in moments both girls were laughing again as they sailed through the air and back towards the institute.
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Back on the ground, a lone figure emerged from behind a crate in the now quiet alley. Casting a glance at the sky, it crept over to the brick wall now sporting a curious appendage. The figure examined the knife for a moment, then grasped the hilt with a gloved hand and in one swift motion pulled it free.
Soon after authorities were investigating the murder of a large local thug whose throat had been slit. There had been no witnesses besides the anonymous caller with the smooth, almost serpentine voice that had brought the death to the attention of the proper authorities. The hilt of the knife found at the scene of the crime contained two sets of fingerprints-those of the thug himself, and a rougher set that seemed almost to resemble prints left by the pads of some animals' feet...like the prints of a wolf.
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Changes...Chapter 8
Kat heart soared along with her body as she flew over Bayville, her sharp eyes taking in everything below her. She circled, allowing herself a few flips and dives as she searched until finally her gaze locked on to a familiar figure down below. Quickly pulling ahead of the meandering form, she pulled in her powerful wings and allowed herself to freefall down into an alleyway, catching herself at the last minute and landing softly. She crept out to the opening, waiting. Just before her quarry reached her she stepped out from her hiding place, a small smile on her face. The figure jumped, and then stared in shock, causing Kat's smile to grow wider.
"K...Kat?"
"It's good to see you too," she responded with an ever-growing smile.
"Kat!"
"Marie!" The two friends embraced, squealing and completely ignorant of the people staring at them. "What are you doing here?!" Kat queried, slinging an arm over Marie's shoulder and walking her in the direction of a coffee shop.
"Looking for you. How did you manage to find me first?"
"I'm not sure, really...I just knew you were here. Guess some things never change, huh?" Marie returned her friend's smile.
"You always were a bit psychic like that." They had arrived at the coffee shop. After buying drinks for both of them, Kat sat her best friend down and drilled her with questions about home. Nearly an hour later, after hearing everything she needed to know, she allowed Marie time to breathe and to ask questions of her own. The conversation soon turned to Kat's new accommodations. After attempting to explain and failing miserably.
"Alright, ya know what? I'll just take you there. C'mon, let's go." Marie followed mutely. A block away from the coffee shop, Kat stopped, smiling once more, and turned to her friend. "Marie, have you ever wondered what flying feels like?" Her question received a smile in response. The girls turned down an alley for a slightly safer takeoff, giggling and tripping over each other in excitement...and in the process ran straight into the largest man either of them had ever seen.
From his shining, bald head to his dusty black boots he stood at least seven feet. His shoulders were wide; he was big boned, and under his black t-shirt and pants lay solid, rippling muscle. To top it all off, he had a gun at his side, a knife in his boot, and brass knuckles on both hands. In short.
"We're dead," Marie whispered to her companion, all the girlish jubilance she had felt at the mention of flying gone in a moment. The big lug smiled, exposing a number of missing, rotted, and yellowed teeth. When he spoke, his deep, growling voice rasped cruelly.
"What's a couple o' liddle ladies like yous doin' out here all by y'selves?" he slurred easily.
"Nothing that concerns you," Kat replied, her eyes hardening as her pulse began to quicken from the adrenaline coursing through her blood. The thug continued to grin wickedly at them as he backed them into a corner and slid the knife from his boot. With a speed that was shocking for one so large, he lunged at Marie.
In an instant Kat had transformed into her were-form. Before he knew what was happening, she wrenched his knife from his grasp and jumped over him. A swift kick between his legs sent him to his knees. Digging a knee into his back, Kat dug the claws on her left hand into his head and brought the knife in her right to his throat. Feeling the cold metal pricking his skin, the big man swallowed. Kat leaned down so that her mouth was right next to his left ear.
"No one, fool, NO ONE threatens my friends and gets away with it. No one." She applied a bit more pressure to the knife, drawing a small amount of blood.
"Kat, stop!" Marie choked from the corner, fear ringing her eyes. Kat looked up at her for a moment, then began to speak to the thug again.
"Know this-today I held your life in my hands, and because of my friend, the one you thought to harm, I have given it back to you. If we meet again under the same conditions I will not be so merciful." She released him. With one fearful glance over his shoulder he ran. His glance met dark lupine eyes filled with bloodlust, and he ran all the harder. When he was out of sight, Kat turned back to Marie, all malice gone from her eyes. She found her friend trembling, eyes fixed on the bloodstained blade in her hand. Seeing her friend's fear, she flipped the knife over and flung in at the wall, forever imbedding it in the mortar between two bricks. Though she still trembled, Marie relaxed enough to speak.
"You...you could have killed him." Her voice quavered, causing Kat to look down, ashamed of the rage that had taken control.
"I think...I think I might have, if you hadn't stopped me," she admitted softly. "I couldn't let him hurt you." Her friend reached out and lifted her chin.
"Your reaction startled me. I'm not afraid of you." Kat met her eyes, searching and finding all she ever saw in them-love. A small smile began to play across her face again.
"You still want to know what flying feels like?" Marie nodded, beginning to smile again herself. Wordlessly Kat picked her up, and in moments both girls were laughing again as they sailed through the air and back towards the institute.
§§§§§§§
Back on the ground, a lone figure emerged from behind a crate in the now quiet alley. Casting a glance at the sky, it crept over to the brick wall now sporting a curious appendage. The figure examined the knife for a moment, then grasped the hilt with a gloved hand and in one swift motion pulled it free.
Soon after authorities were investigating the murder of a large local thug whose throat had been slit. There had been no witnesses besides the anonymous caller with the smooth, almost serpentine voice that had brought the death to the attention of the proper authorities. The hilt of the knife found at the scene of the crime contained two sets of fingerprints-those of the thug himself, and a rougher set that seemed almost to resemble prints left by the pads of some animals' feet...like the prints of a wolf.