"Let me out!" I screamed, battering my hands at the closed locker door, heedless of the pain. The smell of the filth and waste assailed my senses and I once more threw up, although there should have been very little left in my stomach from the first time.

Fucking Emma and Sophia! I had caught a glimpse of them before the door closed and they were grinning their heads off! Madison, on the other hand, looked shocked. Looks like something about this hadn't been talked about with her.

'That wasn't important now!'I screamed in my head, 'I have to get out of here before I have a heart attack or catch a disease from all this fucking filth!'

"Oh, Hebert?" Sophia crooned from outside the locker, "Emma thinks we're doing this to toughen you up. Fuck no. You are getting fucked over because you are prey, Hebert. Just let yourself die, because otherwise I won't stop until you are a little broken catatonic bitch."

I screamed at her, railed against her and tried to claw my way out of the locker just so I could get my hands on her. All to no avail. The cruel bitch laughed at my plight as she waltzed away, the laughter fading as she grew distant.

I slammed one hand on the locker door again and howled with impotent fury. All this was a game to her; me, Emma, Madison, everyone was just a tool, a cardboard cut-out for her to toy with and discard once she had used it up. We were nothing to her and it made me so MAD!

Screaming myself hoarse, I did everything I could to hopefully get out on my own, but the lockers had apparently been built to stupid standards; ergo, the strength of a fifteen-year-old girl couldn't bust through them from the inside.

As the hours passed, I stopped begging and demanding to get let out; I was too tired and the smell invaded mouth every time I opened it; I could literally taste the trash, which was absolutely revolting. I kept retching, but there was nothing left for me to throw up.

I shrieked as a bug crawled on my arm. I hated this situation. I hated this locker and I especially hated that bitch Sophia fucking Hess! I was so angry that it was driving the panic away, filling my body with heat and I was trembling with rage.

I slammed both my hands on the door of the locker one last time and then-

Destination.

Agreement.

Trajectory.

Agreement.

Alignment: Administration.

Disagreement.

Enquiry? Purpose? Administration?

Change.

Reluctance.

Insistence.

…Agreement.

Alignment. Change.

Agreement.

INTERSECTION!

-my hands smashed through the door! I withdrew them and hit it in several more places to finally get the accursed thing open. I staggered out, covered in puke and the filth from the locker, gulping in untainted air for the first time in hours.

But I had other things to do.

"So…phi…aaaaaaaa!" I screamed.

With Sophia, in Class

I was still smirking to myself about today's prank on that cockroach Hebert. The stupid bitch just won't break, no matter what we did to her, so I hatched the locker plan to sort her out, once and for all. Emma, the stupid cunt, thought it would finally get her ex-BFF to toughen up. That stupid pixie, Madison, had no idea until it happened.

'I'm the fucking predator…and everyone here is my prey!' I thought gleefully. Arcadia? Fuck that noise. Only worse thing than going to a school full of prey was going to a school full of prey and those who thought they were predators.

The Wards? Pfft. I could gut any of those pansies any day of the week. New Wave? A wimpy healer and a blond bimbo brick. Prey, the lot of them.

Once I turn eighteen, the Protectorate could fuck off. I'm no trained dog; I'm a lone wolf. One that didn't mind killing to get the job done.

When the door exploded inwards, I jerked my head around and gapped at what stamped its way in. it was a fucking monster! It had to be seven feet high if not more! Covered in brown fur, the beast's muscles flexed under it. The clawed hands as if searching for something to tear into and the inhuman face had glowing yellow eyes and a wide maw that let loose a shriek…my name.

"Sophiaaaaaaa!"

Hold on…that sounded familiar. Wait…it couldn't be…

"You have to be fucking kidding me!" I shouted angrily as the sheeple around me scattered and screamed. Emma and Madison cowered behind me, "You?! You actually managed to fucking Trigger? A useless fucking prey like you Triggered?!"

"S-Sophia…who…?" Emma stammered.

"Your old bestie." I sneered at her before turning back to Hebert the Bigfoot, "Fuck, you're an uglier bitch now than you were with the glasses, Hebert!"

"T-Taylor…?" Emma said uncertainly.

"I'm gonna kill you, Sophia!" the transformed Hebert growled angrily. It pissed me off that her voice sounded so powerful. Scum like Hebert didn't deserve it, I did dammit!

"Tch. As if you had the fucking guts!" I sneered at her.

When she roared and charged at me, I pushed the two useless hangers on into her path and beat a retreat, ignoring the shrieks from the two I threw into harms way; time to get the Wards on their way and kill this bitch.

With Emma

I was terrified. I had betrayed my best friend and she had turned into this monster! Then Sophia just threw me and Madison into her path when Taylor was trying to kill Sophia! That backstabbing bitch!

'Not like you have much room to call other people backstabbing now, Emma.' A nasty voice whispered to me as Taylor's monstrous form drew closer. I shushed it as I was about to be killed by my ex-best friend.

Then…Taylor stopped. Her arms dropped to the side and she stepped

I peeked up at her and the inhuman face she had scowled down at me.

"Emma…Madison…" she hissed at us. I flinched and so did Madison, "I should hate you both right now, but all I feel in antipathy. Sophia used you both and threw you away like a used tampon…something I got intimately familiar with in that damn locker."

"I didn't know! I swear!" Madison squeaked in fear.

"I figured that." Taylor chuffed, "But Emma…you knew…didn't you? You were trying to toughen me up so Sophia would accept me…right?"

My eyes widened. "H-How…?"

"The bitch came to brag after you left." Taylor growled, "She lied, Emma. Her entire plan was to use the locker to either break me and get me admitted to a mental asylum or have me get depressed enough to commit suicide."

"N-no...she…no…what…what have I been doing all this time then?" I staggered back at the realisation that everything I had done had been for nothing. Breaking Taylor's confidence and spilling her secrets; destroying Taylor's mom's flute; torturing my first friend…all of it…for nothing.

Destination.

Agreement.

Trajectory.

Agreement.

Alignment: Awareness.

Denied: Control. Emancipation.

Exasperation.

Determination. Insistance.

Resigned.

Alignment: Control. Emancipation.

Reluctant Agreement.

INTERSECTION!

I blinked. I was on the floor…and Taylor was, standing up, human again…and naked.

"Emma?" she asked, "What the fuck?"

"I…haven't a clue." I replied, "Err…Taylor? You do know that you're naked, right?"

She looked down.

"Eeeep!" she collapsed on the floor with her hands covering her AA cups.

Yup. Same old Taylor.

I acted quickly, grabbing my stuff from my seat that had thankfully been well away from Taylor's charge in her monster form.

"Grab your stuff so we can get Taylor out of here!" I hissed at Madison.

"Bu-but…" she stuttered.

"Sophia tricked us both and then threw us at Taylor when she was seriously pissed." I told her, "Do you want to start making amends or not?"

"R…right." Madison squeaked. She grabbed her own stuff as I draped my coat over Taylor's naked body.

"Taylor, let's go." I said urgently, "Sophia's probably got to call the PRT."

A look of fear appeared in Taylor's eyes at that. She shakily stood up and I helped her out of the classroom with Madison following on behind me. No one dared to come close to us.

So this is something I thought up as it is easy to do, what with the plentiful physical descriptions of Zoanoids. Taylor was Ramotith, in case you missed it.

Changer: 11 (Ramotith [Brute 3], Gregole [Brute 5], Vamore [Blaster 3], Gernold [Mover 3, Brute 5], Vikarr [Mover 4, Blaster 3, Thinker 2, Striker 3], Golvarun [Blaster 2, Brute 3], Rocies [Stranger 2, Thinker 1, Mover 2], Aptom [Changer 11, Brute 7] , Zerberbuth [Brute 7, Blaster 7], Proto-Zoalord [Mover 4, Blaster 8, Brute 6, Thinker 8]) (Able to Change into any number of monstrous combat forms, each with its own rating and speciality.)

Brute: 2 (Even when in human form, Taylor possesses strength above that of any two fully grown men and is tougher as well.)

Mover: 3 (Is incredibly fast and athletic.)

Trump: 4 (Able to alter her power according to her form. Limited to self, thus the low rating.)