((I guess we'll start. And shadowrider is co.))

Nero swung himself off the bus. He quietly approached the museum with the rest of his cl*censored*. Nero's attention was not on the teacher who was jabbering on about the old museum's history. He was looking at a guy standing next to a beat-up old truck that was black like night. The guy, who was blond walked towards him.

Dylan slowly but steadily walked toward the dark brown haired boy who stood staring at him with blue eyes. when nobody was looking and the boy decided to turn his gaze to the museum again he dashed forward, pace quickening. He grabbed the boy by the neck and dragged him away from the cl*censored*. The boy gave a struggle. Half-heartedly he punched the boy in the head, knocking the boy out instantly. Dylan bundled the boy into the back of the truck and into an empty sack in the back so no one would know that he was carrying this unconscious boy away. 

Nihk stepped off the bus at the end and immeadiatly seperated form the group,going around the other side of the bus and into a thin patch of trees.Rodom cawed loudly,warning of danger."Sush." Nihk snapped before stpping into the thicker part of a forest,where a pale  hand grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him away form the path and a stunned Rodom.Quickly,a vast branch of oak hit him in the back of his head,knocking him out.

(I got to go.)

Three hours pas.sed before Nero regained his conscious again. He groaned when he awoke with a very sore head, and where he had been hit was throbbing with pain. Nero tried to pull himself up, but he was strapped securely to a long stretcher. "Help!" he yelled hoping someone would hear him. When Nero heard the sound of approaching footsteps his heart started beating rapidly in joy of being helped by someone to get out of here. It was only that blond guy that Nero had seen right before he had been knocked out. "Why do you have me here!" he yelled. "Why do you want me!" The guy didn't answer just pulled on some white gloves and took up a needle into his grip.

Dylan looked at the cages in the building he and all the criminals were in.  They were supposed to be filled with different animal, but all of them were now hopelessly empty. Dylan, his face contorted in anger, pointed at a criminal and yelled,"Where are all the animals!" The criminal looked down at his grimy hands and mumbled,"I thought they needed a bit of air so I took them outside and let all of them out." "You did what! Those took thirty days to capture and you just let them go thinking they'll return later!" Dylan's blue eyes were now wild. He strode to a black bear who was wearing a collar and a chain leash. This was his own pet. Dylan put the needle in the bear's fur and drew out some DNA. Then Dylan hurried back to his subject and jabbed the needle into Nero. The boy cried out in long howls of pain as DNA slowly crept into his own DNA. Dylan withdrew the needle.

With a huge effort, Dylan thrust the boy out of the stretcher, and hurled him into a windowless, barred room. He closed the door behind him, not daring to look back, lest his pity overtake him. Dylan clenched his fists tight and took on a hardened expressionless face, masking his worry for this teenager. I care too much for my own liking.

Nero slumped against a wall of his new prison, not a school full of boring teachers and field trips, but of terrifying things. His eyelids drooped starting to close slowly until he was completely unconscious yet again.

((I fed Ghostlight a Strawberry Tart ^^))

Name:  Mayzie

Gender:  Female

Age:  14 ((Mayzie's B-day: July 30))

Animal:  Lion(ess)

Looks:

Personality:  Mayzie is naive, shy and soft-spoken; she recently transferred schools and has difficulty making friends but others often mistake that for being snobbish.  When Mayzie works up the courage to becomes friends with somebody, however, she's loyal through and through and and has a heart of gold.  ((The following portion describes some of her characteristics when in lioness form as the first sentence states, but this won't happen until she's changed, of course.))  When in her lioness form, most of Mayzie's shy and apprehensive personality is pushed aside by the bold personality of a true lion.  While Mayzie still acts like herself when in control, if a sudden situation requiring courage (which she, unfortunately, lacks) turns up, the animal instincts take control and Mayzie humbly succumbs.

History:  Mayzie's father left when she was ten and just after her fourteenth birthday, her mother lost her job.  Forced to give up their house, they had to move to a different town where Mayzie's mother took up a job as a grocer to make ends meet; they currently live in a small one-room apartment.

Other:  Nothing of importance, really.

Mayzie lingered on the threshold of the bus, only getting off when the driver finally yelled at her.  The rest of the cl*censored* entered the museum in packs, leaving the fourteen-year-old by herself as she walked up the steps leading to the main entrance.  She nervously glanced around as she opened the door and noticed a tall man in a black suit staring at her.  Suspicious, and all the more jumpy, she opened the door and tried to lose herself in the museums visitors.  Constantly looking over her shoulder to see if the man was following her, she finally convinced herself that she was getting herself worked up about nothing.  She tried to take a step forward, but ran into something in front of her.  *censored*uming it was a wall, she took a step back and looked up, only to see the same man dressed in black from earlier.

The start of a scream in Mayzie's throat was cut off as the man grabbed her long blonde hair in one hand and covered her mouth with the other.  As the suited man dragged Mayzie from the museum, he acted as if he were her parent, scolding her to lower any suspicions.  When they finally exited the museum, the man led her to a large black van that reminded Mayzie of the movies where the main character was kidnapped, ironic as it was.  Taking his hand out of her hair, but still holding Mayzie firmly with the other, the man grabbed a large, heavy bat from the vehicle and hit Mayzie in the head with it, knocking her out cold.  The man put her in the back under a pile of blankets and drove off, leaving the museum far behind.

The man gave a mocking bow and scurried away. He hoped that Dylan would soon be gone really. Everyone was fed up with him. Dylan watched the man walked away and continued petting his bear.  The bear growled a bit when it was touched. It had smelled new bear scent, coming from Nero's room.

Nero woke up, with wild thoughts swiirling like crazy in his head. He ran at the door, rattling it, yelling to be let out, to let him face the ones who had trapped him in this room, which was desolate of people except for himself. The yelling and shouting came out as roars of a bear in a rage to people nearby, for he had been transformed. Black, rough fur covered his body from head to toe. His hands and feet were paws, and he had a bear's snout. Curved claws were on each paw, ready to tear apart someone who dare, approach him. 

When Mayzie finally regained conciousness, she was bound to a stretcher, every part of her body immobile except for her neck, but moving it was very uncomfortable.  A tall man in a lab coat, different from the one who captured her, was standing in front of her, preparing a syringe with some red liquid swirling about in it.  Mayzie, suspicious that the fluid was blood, closed her eyes, sickened.  While her eyes were closed, she heard heavy footsteps outside, probably in a hallway.  Hopeful that it was somebody who could offer help, she began to shout, screaming whatever popped into her head.  The scientist, finally aware that his subject was awake, turned around and smiled walking closer and whispering into her ear, "Nobody in this building is going to help you."  Mayzie, taken completely off guard by the man's actions, let out a little squeak of terror.

"Tsk.  Tsk.  What an easily frightened subject.  Perhaps this will help you with your problem!"  As the scientist said problem, his voice turned into a snarl and he stabbed the syringe's needle into Mayzie's arm, causing her to cry out in pain as the fluid - much more potent than she originally thought - entered her bloodstream.  When she finally stopped screaming, Mayzie was slowly losing conciousness yet again, almost as if the blackness offered safety from the world around her.  Mayzie was taken off of the stretcher and shoved into a small room not all that different from a jail cell.  As she drifted into the bliss of unconciousness once again, Mayzie's eyes changed from their bright, inquisitive blue to a vicious, steely green.

Nero gave another roar and rammed into the door again, making it shudder. He banged his paws madly onto the locked door. His mind was filled with rage, and slowly he was losing control to the animal he had now become. Several more roars filled the air, along with more shuddering of the door. Though his human mind struggled to break from the wild grasp of the animal mind, Nero's mind lost to it, and disappeared under tons of wild, enraged thoughts.

Dylan heard the shudders of a door and the roars of Nero by now. He looked toward the noise, and there he saw the door, rattling out of control. Dylan knew that the injection had taken effect. As he was thinking, there might be a black bear in there right now. what a genius he thought he was.

Dylan planted his feet on a nearby wooden table made of oak. He yawned and leaned farther back in his chair. He was so exhausted, from everything now. Soon snoring filled the air too, Dylan's snoring, a sign that he was asleep. Dylan's faithful black bear stood by the chair, like a guard from harm.