Phineas' P.O.V.

I struggle to move, panic setting in, as the man places the device next to my head, and then I watch the light glow bright green. That's when I hear it; the sound of something falling. I look over only to see Ferb on the ground, and the biggest man steps right over his limp body.

I completely freeze at the sight, really, really hoping Ferb could recover and be alright.

"He's the last one. Get him in the car," I hear the man with the scanner say.

"Alright," is all the two men say before grabbing me by the shoulders and torso and lifting me up.

Something within me, something wrong, like lightning makes it's way into my head. And then, suddenly, the two men are a good ten feet away, regaining consciousness and trying to get off of the concrete. From both of the men, blood slowly stained the ground in small droplets; one's arm and hip is scuffed up, and the other somehow got a bad nosebleed and a few scrapes down his arm as well.

Stumbling backwards, I place a hand onto my pounding head. My arms were burning and aching like nothing I've ever felt, and with just one glance, I understand why.

I stare at the white color that was painting my arms, as well as the unusual amount of strength I suddenly felt in them. I subconsciously begin stepping backwards, maybe hoping I could simply walk out of my body, or maybe just out of pure shock. My vision, oddly dark and almost distant, catches the two men getting up and changing their stances after the one wipes his blood from his nose.

I try to back away again, nearly tripping over my own feet, until I realize… I can't just run away. Any number of things could happen to Ferb if I simply left him. What was I thinking!?

I have to fight.

Charging forward and ignoring the aching that was settling into my feet and slowly running up my calves, I absently reach forward, not quite sure of what I'm doing. I end up grasping the two men's arms; I spin around and throw them far off to the side, sending them tumbling.

I then look over my shoulder at the biggest and strongest man, who was walking over to me with great confidence.

Oh boy…

I then begin charging at him. Jumping surprisingly high, I land and wrap my legs around his neck, clawing and biting at his hands before he managed to get a good grip on my leg and slam my back into the concrete, knocking the breath out of me.

And then, he slams his hand down onto my neck and lifts me high off of the ground.

I grab at his hand, not willing to give into the black surrounding my vision and keeping the voices from getting to me. I could still feel it nagging and calling, clawing it's own way to the surface...

Though I know I may regret it, I raise my hand up. As if on cue, my fingernails quickly form sharp claws, and as soon as I can, I sink one set of claws deep into the man's hand and the other into his wrist - a very vulnerable place for wounds slicing further than skin. He throws me and grasps his bleeding wrist, groaning, the red beginning to drip onto the concrete.

I step back and begin walking around him and I run at him once more from behind, using his wrist as a distraction. I manage to catch him completely off guard and he tumbles over forward, catching himself on his raw, wounded hand, causing him to fall completely forward and continue to hold his hand.

He attempts to get up, but one deep growl from my throat and claws beared makes him tense up and completely freeze… And then I wonder, what the heck am I doing?

I back away with wide eyes, trying to collect my thoughts again, and taking in the sight before me. Two men, scuffed up and bleeding, on the ground off to the side. The big man, still on the ground and unmoving...

What's… happening? This isn't me… This isn't right...

Ferb!

I immediately turn around and look everywhere until my eyes lay upon Ferb, who was still laying on the ground, unconscious. I run over and get down onto my knees next to him, and I lift his upper half. I rest him on my lap and check to make sure he's okay.

Once I check his pulse and breathing, and when I decide he will be fine except for some bruising, I decide to make my added strength and size actually useful for a change and I pick him up. I also decide it'd be best to just run from this; there's not really anything else I can do.

Hi hi! So, I know this chapter is pretty short, but oh well. I hope you enjoyed anyway! :D