Percy had spent most of her life jumping around foster homes. Some were better than others, but none of them lasted very long. Her current lady, Larissa… something, was taking Percy on a trip to America. New York first, and then they were going to go to Disneyland. Because apparently every child needs to go to Disneyland at least once in their lives.

They get through immigration, get on their plane, and Percy spends the next 8 hours clutching the armrest and vomiting into the many bags summoned by the flustered air steward. Eventually she manages to avoid vomiting and unclench the armrests long enough to reach the toilets, where she bolts the door locked and grasps the rim of the seat before hurling her guts out once again.

It's pretty safe to say that she's not looking forward to the flight back.

When they land, finally getting out of that cursed contraption and her feet on solid ground, things immediately start to go wrong.

First of all, their luggage has been lost.

Secondly, their cab never showed up, so. Larissa had to go with the first sketchy looking cabby that showed up.

Thirdly, Larissa's phone was sh*t when it came to google maps, so when Percy started getting a bad feeling from the constant trees and random scenery going past outside, making her think they were headed away from the city instead of towards, Larissa just brushed her off, saying it was no problem and she was sure their driver knew exactly where they were going. Fourthly, and most disturbing in Percy's mind, the driver only had one eye, centered in the middle of his forehead. One, singular, blue eye that was fixated on her through the rear-view mirror.

She couldn't quite tell if Larissa had noticed, happily humming away as she thumbed the pages of a well-worn romance novel. But she definitely did notice when lightning struck the road directly in front of them, causing the cab to swerve off the road. Percy clung onto the door with all of her strength, which admittedly, wasn't a lot, as they crashed into a dirt bank, the car tilting terribly as she thinks they're about to flip, but falls back at the last second, righting itself with a heavy thud. The driver is unconscious in the front, his single eye closed as blood dribbles from a gash in his head.

"Oh my dear goodness!" Larissa exclaims breathlessly, "well this is a bit of a pickle!" No mam, this is an absolutely perfect situation! Exactly where they wanted to be! "Well then, I'll just have to phone the coppers, I'm sure they'll be here in no time dearie." She starts searching through her purse, which had fallen by her feet, pulling out random things in her quest for her phone. Why would they need that many rubber bands? And duct tape? And who needs that many rolls of toilet paper?

"Dearie, while I'm calling them, would you mind taking a look at that poor man's head? He seems to have a bit of a nasty scratch there."

Percy nods, taking the proffered band-aids and medical wipes as Larissa climbs out of the car with the phone held up to her ear. Squeezing between the two front seats, Percy rips open one of the wipes and starts dabbing at the blood on the man's forehead.

Just as she's placing the band-aid, his eye shoots open and a pale hand seizes her wrist. "Run little one," He rasps softly, "RUN!" his voice bellows, frightening her backwards as her hand fumbles for the door handle and she tumbles out of the car into the pouring night.

Larissa is gone. In her place stands a man. No, he's not a man. He could have been a man once. He's certainly not a man now. His bottom half looks like that of the wrestlers she'd seen on tv once, but where his head should be, was a monstrous bull, with massive horns and snot dribbling from the large nostrils. His eyes are small, he's at least got two of them, and they're a dark shade of red, like they'd be brown if he was human. But he's not. He's a weird bull thing dressed in a skimpy rag that is barely hiding anything down there, and she is desperately hoping that it doesn't fall off because it looks like it might, at any second.

He's not looking at her, seemingly sniffing at the car, specifically the seat she'd just spent the last hour or so sitting in. Then he grunts as he smells the driver, pushing his nose into the man's chest before he opens his mouth impossibly wide, and swallows the man's head whole. Crunching down on the neck as the rest of the body dissolves into golden dust.

Percy screams, and the bull-head swivels to stare directly at her. Red eyes glaring in the dim light as he straightens and marches towards her.

She bolts into the darkness of the trees surrounding the road, weaving a path as she runs for her life. She can hear the bull man grunting and puffing as he crashes through the bushes she darts around, and falls on the rocks she jumps over. But despite all his various tripping hazards that she avoids, she can still hear him gaining on her. She dare not look back. Her legs are burning, and she has a stitch in her side, but quite frankly, there is absolutely nothing you could offer her in the world right now that would convince her to stop. Absolutely nothing.

Drawing into a clearing, her legs fail her, sending her crashing to the ground and face planting into the dirt. She manages to roll to the side to avoid being trampled as the Bull-man bulldozes out from the trees, barely managing to slow himself down as he passes her. An idea sparks in her head. A crazy idea. Absolutely insane. But she has a reputation to uphold afterall, even if no one is here to see it.

Clambering to her feet, she faces the bull-man, who has managed to turn himself to a stop and is now watching her from the other side of the clearing. His horns glisten in the rain, and her idea unfolds another little nugget of inspiration.

She's an idiot.

"You know mate, if you're a furry, I think you're going a little too far with it all eh? I mean seriously, you could have been literally anything else, and you chose to be a cow? Seriously dude? Why'd you wanna be a hamburger?"

Oh why does her mouth always run against her?

"Like, you coulda been a cat! Or a puppy or a fox or something cute! But you went with a big slobbering cow? Who even likes cows? Outside of a barbeque, of course." She should really stop talking now. "You know, I actually had a really nice burger the other day, supposedly premium beef, do you think you knew the cow?" Yeah that did it. Bull-man paws the earth once with his hoof-shaped foot, and then charges at her, head lowered, intending to spear her neatly on his massive horns. However, she quite likes not being a skewer, so she jumps to one side, even as her hands reach out and grab a horn as he passes, swinging herself up onto his back.

That wasn't a part of the plan, but oh well, her second best talent. Improvising. "Yah know beef cheeks, I gotta friend who lives on a farm over in Tatoe land, he could probably set ya up if ya wanted." That's not the improvising she meant. And judging by how desperately he's shaking his head, he's either objecting quite severely to the idea, or he's trying to dislodge her from his head. She thinks she'll go with the first one.

Her mouth keeps going even as she stops paying attention to it, something about different patty shapes? And she hangs on tight to the horn she's holding, and starts to pull. Using her legs to leverage against his head, and throwing her whole body back as she gives one massive yank! And with a shattering crunch, snaps the horn completely off at the base.

The bull-man bellows in pain and anger as she drops to the ground, his horn clenched firmly in her grasp. Turning, his beady eyes narrow in on her, and he charges forwards once more. His outstretched hands would prevent her from jumping out of the way, so she remains in her crouch, and at the last second, raises the horn, point-first, to impale directly into the creature's heart. She feels the initial jarring impact, and then nothing, and opening her eyes, which she didn't realize had squeezed themselves shut, she's mesmerized by a haze of golden dust, gently floating through the air towards the ground. The bull-man is gone.

Had she imagined it all? But no, the horn is still clenched firmly in her hands, she watches her knuckles turn white with a detached curiosity. Had she just killed the bull-man? Is she a murderer now? He had certainly seemed eager to kill her. He'd eaten the driver's head!

Actually, that's a very good point, she should probably get back to the car, Larissa would have finished talking to the police by now, and she would probably want to know where Percy had disappeared to. Percy would have to explain about the bull-man. And that he ate their driver's head. And that she killed him.

Oh dear god she's killed someone. Even if there's no body here as evidence. She just killed that weird cow-man. The police will want to take her into custody. They'll want to question her. She's gonna be thrown in jail. She just killed a man!

How about that's a no to going back to the car? She's hopelessly lost anyways, she'd been running completely blind as she'd tried to get away from the bull-man. Who she just killed. Dear God forgive her, she killed him.

Ok moving on. She killed him. Going back to the car is a no-go. She killed him. She can't see the road from here. She killed him. And so her only option is to keep going deeper into the trees, and just hope that there's some form of civilisation nearby. She Killed Him. One last look at the clearing, seeing the settling golden dust, clutching the horn tight to her chest, and then she pushes into the trees without another glance.

She killed him. Murderer. Killer. Monster.

And she didn't regret it.