Author's voice: Thanks jorholic73 for the kind comment :D That motivated me to create this chapter... Remember readers, comments =more chapters! :D
Greer ripped off her torn shirt in annoyance leaving her in her long sleeved leotard. She was hiding amidst several stone gargoyles high up a building, her tail coiling behind her as she patiently waited for the angry mob to disperse. "Well that went well..." she grumbled through her sharp fangs. It was simple, she was mad her mother was still acting like an ass and the minute she found a decent hotel to settle down in, she had decided to take a run around the concrete jungle to clear her head... It was amazing, leaping and running on all fours across the rooftops of New York. She felt powerful, unbeatable and alive...
That was of course until a certain kid decided it was a great idea to chase her pet poodle onto the middle of the busy road completely disregarding the speeding car driving in her direction... Not wanting to see the kid become a red splat on the streets of New York, Greer had leaped down and rammed herself into the car, stopping it in the process and therefore saving the kid and her annoying poodle who wouldn't stop barking at Greer. "And how was I repaid? Sticks, stones, beer bottles and a touch of fire...For destruction of public property...No biggie... Its part of the once you become half human, everyone gets to treat you like dirt, package..." Greer thought sadly.
Finally the scent of fire and people died down. Quietly, Greer prowled out of her hiding spot and crouched beside a gargoyle. "Why am I so hated huh?" she asked the gargoyle. "Its not like I have a full on Tiger face or something... I still look human...Just covered in fur... and happen to be in possession of a tail...and pointed ears...and fangs...and claws...Ok maybe that's why..." The gargoyle didn't respond. It's lifeless eyes focused on the city. "You're a great form of therapy you know that..." Greer grumbled as she patted the gargoyle's head. "The sad story of my life... I'm so darn lonely I'm talking to a statue..." Greer thought. "Jesus..." Feeling dejected, she lay on her belly and stretched, her sharp feline eyes absorbing in every detail of the New York coastline.
"Growwllll..." Greer looked down at her empty stomach and frowned suddenly remembering how she hadn't had anything to eat since the plane trip. "Ignore it!" she hissed to herself. "Growwllll..."Greer rolled her eyes. "I really am pathetic. First big mistake, come to New York on an empty stomach. Second mistake, left my inducer in the hotel room, third mistake, threw away my damn shirt because it got torn...Aghh... Well at least I have cash on me...But how am I going to..." her eyes travelled down to one of the alleyways between two buildings, where people hung their sheets to dry. 'Puurrfect..." Eagerly she leaped off the edge and slid down with her claws landing on a nearby window ledge. Gently, she pulled the oldest sheet off the line and leaped off the ledge, gracefully landing on all fours.
"Sorry about this..." With her claws, Greer split the sheet into two, with the shorter piece; she tied it around her head like a hood, covering her feline eyes and ears. With the longer piece she wrapped it around her slender waist like a long skirt, hiding her stripped legs and more importantly her tail. Shivering slightly from the chill, she made sure every bit of her body was covered. "Thank God for fur..." she mumbled which acted as her personal heat insulator or conductor depending on the situation... Greer looked at shabby her handiwork. "Ooi the things I do..." Greer grumbled as she fearfully took a step out into the brightly lit streets.
Harry pulled his hoodie closer to his face. "MJ's house should be right... here..."Looking around the empty suburbia, he parkoured over the fence and into the Watson's backyard. Carefully he slinked under the open window and glanced in. "The house was virtually empty. With ease, he clambered over it and entered the kitchen silently. Looking around he noticed a piece of paper on the table. Curiously, he looked at it. "Mary, I'll be down at the hospital all night. There weren't any enough volunteers this year. Behave; I'll see you tomorrow morning. Love you." Harry snickered. This was too easy. Like a ghost, he didn't make a sound as he went up the stairs. MJ's door was ajar and sneakily, he peered in. MJ was reading a book, her back facing the door. Mechanically, Harry pulled out the tranquillizer gun Octavius had given him, and fired. MJ's body jerked up in surprise from the sudden impact between the needle and her flesh before collapsing gently onto her bed. Her fiery red hair spilled over her pillows, her beautiful tanned skin gleaming golden in the diminishing sunlight. Harry sighed, she was just so beautiful...