i Setting: A year or so after Chase Young turned Heylin. Set in his lair. /i
After turning Heylin, Chase Young wasn't used to having visitors, so he was a bit shocked when a loud "thump" was heard, shortly before his door opening.
Rushing to see who it might be, he discovered a young girl collapsed in his doorway. A panther had already made it to see what was happening.
With strong arms, Chase lifted her up off the ground, and carried her upstairs. Turning a few corners, he eventually and carefully laid her down on his bed.
Her breathing was un-naturally heavy, and coming in pained bursts. He tentatively lifted her gray sweatshirt over her head to reveal a black sleeveles shirt underneath. He lifted that part way to expose her stomach to find it bruised and somewhat bloody.
He snapped his fingers, and two leopards bounded into the room.
"Bring me water, tea, and cloth bandages-lots of them." He commanded.
The cats ran off to do his bidding.
Being careful as to expose what was only necessary, Chase inspected the young girl's body to locate any other serious injuries. Unfortunately, he couldn't find any others by sight.
When the cats returned, he washed as much blood off as he could, and did the best job he could do with bandaging her up.
Not really knowing what else to do, he propped her up so that no pressure was exerted on her stomach, and pulled up a chair to sit down.
A leopard sat down nexct to him and gave him a questioning look.
Chase sighed. He really didn't know why he was helping this girl, but she just seemed so...familiar.
Leaving the tea on the table near his bed, Chase Young soon fell asleep in his chair.
He awoke the next morning to find the girl still asleep. He took the tea (which had grown cold by now) into the kitchen and had begun to prepare his breakfast when he found the girl bcked up against a wall with a black panther growling and advancing on her.
Chase snapped his fingeers. "Back off." He commanded, his red eyes glowering.
The panther hautily turned it's back on the girl and padded away.
The girl sighed a breath of relief and stepped farther away from the wall.
"Are you alright?" Chase asked her, leading her to the bed so that she could sit down.
She nodded. "Thank you for that. And this." She lifted up her shirt to expose her bandaged stomach. "Sorry about the trouble. I didn't come here on purpose...I just somehow found myself at your doorstep." She started to blush.
As soon as her cheeks started to darken, Chase knew who she was.
"KJ..." He asked.
She nodded. "Chase Young, we meet again."
Chase smirked.
"This is the second time you've saved my life." She continued to tel him. "Although I wouldn't have expected a Heylin to help me."
Chase felt his pulse begin to quicken. Wait, why did he care if she knew? It wasn't like she was going to kill him.
"I have an idea...A way for you to pay me back." He said with a glint in his eyes. "We'll fight. If you win, I'll give up being a Heylin. If I win...you have to stay here, and be Heylin with me."
KJ's eyes turned a dark shade of crimson. Her hair turned black, and grew out past her thighs. Her black skirt grew into blue jeans, and a dark green shirt materialized underneath her black sleeveless. She smirked.
"I'm Carmen. Personality number three; malicious."
Chase lifted an eyebrow. She was more interesting than he had originally thought.
"I'll elaborate for you." She said. Her voice was slightly higher than KJ's. "Part of the Experiment:KJ project resulted in KJ having multiple personalities. I'm the third out of four that she knows of. I'm the mean one, so I don't get out much. I really have to thank you, Chase Young, for letting me out."
Chase smiled. This would be very interesting indeed.
"Well alright Miss Carmen...Let's go."
She started low in a fighting stance, one hand out as a guard in front of her, the other hand raised up by her head.
Chase ran in and swung in a left hook. Carmen ducked and preformed a sweep kick, tripping him. He jumped up, and connected a thrust kick to her jaw.
She stumbled back before rushing in and delivering a right punch.
Chase caught it, and twisted her wrist to the right.
Carmen followed up with a left hammerfist that connected with the bridge of his nose. She continued with a knee that hit his solar plexus, knocking him down.
She knelt down beside him, and pressed her thumb to a selected spot on his shoulder.
He roared out in pain and wildly struggled to get up.
"Pressure point." She smirked.
Chase snarled something that Carmen couldn't understand as he changed into his dragonoid form.
Carmen stumbled back as Chase got up.
Carmen frowned. "I don't think I can finish this job. I'll need some help."
Her eyes changed to gray, and her shirt changed into a black shirt with a short right sleeve and a long left sleeve.
"Well when Carmen said that we had a crisis, this isn't exactly what I expected. I'm Kacie, personality number two, ruthless." She smirked.
Kacie extended her left arm, and the shadows around Chase's feet swirled up and clung to his ankles. She smirked again while walking up to him.
"I do believe, Mr. Chase Young, that before this fight is finished, you will have met all four personalities." She told him.
Chase snapped his jaws at her as she released him from her shadowy grip.
Kacie jumped back just enough to escape Chase's claws. She leapt into the air and landed a jumping heel hook to Chase's head.
When she landed, he slashed off the material to her left sleeve, revealing a mess of scars that engulfed her entire arm.
His eyes widened, as her mouth opened, as if to say something. Chase continued to stare at her arm as Kacie seemed to start having a mental break down.
She started to grind her teeth, and her hands tightened into fists that turned her knuckles white. Her gray eyes turned orange, and her hair length shrunk, until it was about half way down her back and brown again.
Her jeans turned into black pants, and her shirt turned into an orange short sleeve.
She didn't hesitate to attack after the transformation, and pummbled Chase with an array of kicks and punches.
Chase was caught off guard, so he didn't escape unscathed.
"Let me guess, you're rage?"
The new girl smiled. "That's not me. I don't think that there's a 'rage'...not yet, anyway. I'm personality number one...anger. My name's Amy-I'm the one who took over KJ's body and killed the alchemists."
This one seemed older than KJ and the others...perhaps that was because she was the first personality.
Chase didn't have much time to dwell on that thought, because Amy had rushed in for more.
She landed many hits, and only stopped to admire her handiwork.
"Getting tired?" She sneered.
Chase growled in response, and lunged for her. She calmly side stepped and turned back into Carmen, who planted a thrust kick to Chase's side, knocking him down.
He immediately jumped back up and slashed furiously at her.
Charmen jumped up in a right spinning heel hook, which connected with his face, but as she continued to spin-her back facing him- Chase swung upwards, and stuck his claws in her back. He pulled his hand back, and turned back to his human form as she fell to the ground.
He walked over to her, and she began to change once more.
Her hair turned white, and grew into a long braid. Her red eyes changed light blue. Her shirt changed into a purple long sleeve, her pants became blue jeans again, and her skin paled.
He offered her a hand to help her up, and she accepted.
"So which one are you now?" He asked.
"Personality number four...depression...I'm Serena." She said quietly. "I lost...didn't I?'
Chase nodded. "I'll lead you to your room."
He led her around the corner, to a room not far from his.
He opened the door to reveal his library.
"You'll stay in here. I'll bring in a small bed for you." He said.
She wandered inside and skimmed book titles as he left and returned with a cot-like bed, which he placed in a corner.
"We'll start your training in the morning." He said.
"Training?" Serena asked. "I already know all I need to. I was created with total knowledge equal to that of a Bok Fu Do master."
"If you were a master, you wouldn't have lost." He said coldly before turning and leaving.
A hurt look in her eyes, Serena only watched him go. She sighed and sat on her bed as the black panther from before padded into the room. He sat at her feet and gazed up at her.
Sighing once more,she began to stroke the cat's head while staring at the blazing sun outside.