Instinct (2)

Six- 'Spot'- Hyena

Good news, they didn't notice me. I kept going past the two girls and the guy I'd robbed, but my nose twitched again.

Well crap... I couldn't let the familiar strangers run off without finding out who they were.

I glanced over my shoulder and watched as they headed off carrying the guy. Hmm... the guy's ID said he wasn't from this place, and he had a plane ticket. They wouldn't be taking him to his house. And he didn't have enough time to've told them anything about where he was from.

Now they obviously weren't smart enough to just leave him on the bench, but for some reason I didn't think they'd be dumb enough to take him back to one of their places. They'd check him into a hotel. And judging from the way the one was dressed, she had plenty of money and wasn't stingy with it. There was only one real nice hotel nearby that I knew of.

Taking the bag in my jaws, I shifted to my more comfortable other form and ran ahead.

Sure enough, they came up to the place a few minutes after I did. Now how to get in and talk to 'em?

I saw a maid walking out to take a smoke break. A wide, toothy grin spread across my face as I shifted back. This idea would definitely work.

Guys, the DT is up So we should all go and discuss there. The one's for the doctor should be thinking about meeting up to discuss their tactics etc, so we can all go talk about it in the DT.

*shall post later*

-Moo

((link to DT please?))

Seven

"Hhm, you could say it's that way." She rolled her eyes and tried to remain light hearted, but in his words before that, she had sensed something.

There was something in his eyes. She looked at him a moment too long after Seth left, her round dark eyes filled with curiousity. There was no mistake in the way he held his gaze; there was a hidden meaning behind what he said. Her brow furrowed slightly, her brain suddenly sifting through a dark part of her history that hadn't been visited often, and through time and abuse had been long forgotten.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" She tilted her head as they began walking, inclining her head to catch his gaze, a hand ruffling through the back of her hair. For a moment the sunlight caught the puckered line of her scar, bringing it out as a brilliant pinkish white that hooked around her thumb and disappeared under her sleeve. Instinctively, she tugged her sleeve over her hand, kicking at the leaves with her converse clad feet, stubbling awkwardly.

"Maybe. That's what I'm trying to figure out." His words broke off, and from his expression she could see he was thinking again, eyes drifting over to her sleeve.

"Hey, I'm starving. Why don't we go grab a bite? I know a good seafood place," She lifted her head and waved a thumb in the general direction of the restaurant she talked about.

***

Seth

He slid into the seat, slouching down into its warm comfort. He reached for a menu as the waitress appeared, bouncing over to them with a click of her heels. He looked up sulkily, wishing his usual lunch mate could be there. The thought of her ditching him for some cocky stranger irked him.

"So, where is everyone? Surely you've got someone to hang out with?" He stretched out, batting the salt shaker between his hands. He looked up to notice the cafe was empty, and frowned. His predator senses took over, the cold stare of a reptilian seeming to glaze over his eyes. He knew the girl was talking but could barely distinguish her words. Something strange was afoot; he could feel it in his bones.

"Woah whoah..." he rose gently out of his seat in a slow, smooth movement, his waving his palms towards the earth. "Shh a minute." His female companion seemed offended, but he took no notice. Voices. Footsteps... and something else. A metallic click.

"Gun."

They were on him within seconds. A pair of hands the size of dinner plates closed around his throat, hauling him back with a low grunt. He felt his back collide with a nearby chair, a shockwave of pain rippling up his spine. He rolled, eyes snapping up to stare his attacker down.

"A familiar face. Trent, how ya doin'?" The brute of a man chuckled, the sound low and throaty. There, around him, was three other shifters. He remembered their faces. One in particular stood out.

Slowly he got to his feet, eyes drifting to Alicia. "Go home," he murmured quietly.

"She stays, or we have a problem." A skinny, gaunt man stood forward, small, beady black eyes locking on him. Rat, was his name, curtosey of his counterpart.

"Ratty boy, what brings me the displeasure of your filthy company?" Seth backed himself against the wall, raising his chin defiantly.

"Whiteside wants you to come home He needs you."

"Need me? I thought you group of hald-wits had it all sorted. How easy is it to catch a couple of kids?" he smirked and laughed, suddenly Trent's mighty paw had closed around his throat. Rat flicked his hand up. A gun. Seth smirked.

"God, you're low. Do you really need to use a human toy to help you force me into helping you idiots?" Rat's black eyes hardened and he noticed his sweaty hands grip around the weapon.

"Here's the deal-"

"Shoot me, I dare you." Suddenly Seth's lips had peeled over his teeth. He chuckled, leaning his head forward to press against the nozzel of the gun.

"Either you join us, or we kill your little Seven. We've got two watching her now, her and that guy. All I have to do is make the call..."

And suddenly his words were gone. Suddenly the man was holding the throat of a crocodile, six feet of muscle and anger. With a flick of his huge canium, he released the grip on his throat and slide to the floor, jaws ripping into Rat's bicep. Two savage jerks and the limb was seperated from his body with a sickening pop.

Sliding back, throaty hisses ripping from between his inch long teeth, he whipped his tail in challenge to them. Rat screeched and held the bloodied stump he now possesed for an arm, sobbing and muttering.

Trent, the elephant shifter, stepped forward. "Too bad they have to die. We'll be back to hear your answer after we're down messing with your precious Seven."

The giant reptile hissed and snarled, shooting forward with a beat of his tail. A stomp of Trent's foot smacking down on his head with brutal force was enough to silence him. With a low whine, they were gone, leaving only a bloodstain behind as he shifted back, pushing his body up off the floor with a groan.

"You alright?" he managed to croak to Alicia.

Spot

"AAAAGH!"

I took off down the street away from the hotel. Screw that! I didn't have any idea the stupid maid would have a can of mace on her. Good thing it didn't hit me full in the face, or I'd be on the ground still.

The world was all watery and hard to make out. I kept stumbling along as best as I could, but it was next to impossible to make out where I was going.

The only warning I had was someone talking about seafood, and suddenly I was on the ground again. Two dark shapes had loomed ahead of me out of nowhere. Stupid mace, if only I could see right.

I got to my feet, wiping the crap outta my eyes. I could barely make 'em out now.

There was a taller girl, kinda thin, with dark hair and eyes, and a guy who might have been out of one of those catalogs for designer clothes.

"Watch where you're going!" I barked, mostly out of nerves.

Kai- Bottlenose Dolphin Central Park

Kai was almost certain now that Seven was a hybrid. She had a most unusual scar, and Dr. Whiteside's "work" left plenty of those. His hand went involuntarily to his side, fingering the ropy scar that twisted its way below. He had watched her stumble and his eyes had caught hers again. There was something there...

What animal might she be? A mouse? But no, that wasn't right. Didn't fit her.

She was leading him towards some seafood place, which was ironic. Seafood was all he ever ate. They walked side by side now, both of them quiet except for when they looked at each other- then they both seemed to be trying very hard to remember.

Kai remembered. His time there had been relatively peaceful- minus the sick experiment part. But of course he'd escaped into the sea and now he was back here with Seven.

"Watch where you're going!"

A scruffy girl in torn-up clothes pushed past them, running with the lope of a dog. Kai stopped, ears straining, eyes scanning. They started walking without agreement, but now the environment had changed, and Seven was walking more briskly, eyes constantly on the move. Almost a prey instinct.

And then Kai heard something of a crack and he felt the need to run. If he'd been a dolphin, he'd have let out a warning call. Instead, he turned to Seven and they struggled through their words.

"Did you hear that-"

"You have to run-"

"You have to-"

"No, listen, I'm-"

"Are you a..."

"The Doctor?"

"Yes."

And they ran.

Hey guys, if it's alright I'm going to make another character for Dr. Whiteside. 'm just going to post it now cuz it's done, but say the word and I'll delete him.

Name: Scout (Dr. Whiteside could never remember his name)

Age: 17

Gender: male

Animal counterpart: Ermine

Spoiler

Appearance: A bit “Peter Pan”ish. He has a mischievous, boyish face with a sharp nose and round eyes, though he’s grown into them so that his strong jaw balances it out. He has a mess of red hair that matches his fur as an ermine, which is short but still manages to stick up everywhere. His ears stick out a bit, to his dismay, and he hold himself at 5’10” (which he’s quite proud of). He’s built wiry and thin, with a long torso, but he’s grown out of his earlier gawkiness. He has quick, dark eyes.

Scars from experiments: A large, but neatly surgical, one right across his heart because when he first started changing, his heartbeat was very irregular and Dr. Whiteside had to do a bit of tweaking.

Personality: Loyal, willing to please, hard working. Scout believes with everything he has that he is on the right side. He thinks that the Doctor has given him love (seeing as he never had it to begin with, Scout wouldn’t recognize love if it bit him in the face) and that he owes him more than anyone he’s ever known in his life. He’s completely and utterly loyal to him, although he wonders about what he’s doing. For this reason, Dr. Whiteside often keeps Scout in the dark about procedures and motives. He does a lot of spying and sneaking into hard to reach places because of his form. He’s completely and utterly in love with his ermine form. In some ways, he’s like a little kid, but capable of so much more. Scout likes a good time and is fascinated by weapons.

Abilities: Quick in that weasel way of disappearing in a flash, unusually flexible and can fit into small spaces. Would make a great acrobat

Experiment number: three

Side: For Dr. Whiteside

History: Taken in at a very young age, Dr. Whiteside is all Scout remembers. He was young enough to buy into every promise of love and trust that was hurled at him. He hardly remembers the experiments, which is probably half the reason, and still lives under Dr. Whiteside’s employment in the same cell he’s been in since he was taken. He’s starting to question some things that don’t match up, but he doesn’t know much and he trusts Dr. Whiteside as much as he fears him. He has been on several missions as a scout, and recaptured the Doctor’s children. Some of what they say sticks, but he doesn’t want to believe it.

Other: His heartbeat is faster than the average human, up for love

Reese~

I fluttered my face with my hand. It sure was hot in this room. I stuck out my tongue pouncing towards the one called Kuro and chantelle. They both turned to stare at me as I practically tackled them both to the floor.

"My names Reese!" I cheered loudly, "And I am a tiger, rawr!" I made an action with my hand sort of more like a cat than a tiger.
Kuro stared at me for a second his eyes widening. Alright maybe I came on a little strong. Sitting on the bed I tried my best at a simple grin.

Chantelle laughed, "Did you pay for the room?"
I nodded falling back on to the bed. "Yeah, you might as well have given your prize money over from that singing contest." I stared at her in the eyes, "The room practically costed that much!"

Kuro

As soon as Chantelle mentioned money, I exclaimed, 'Ah! I-I'm sorry! It was very rude of me to just i-impose on you both like this...' I cast my mind back to what the Doctor had said. Yes! I remembered! 'Erm, I have a-a relative in a restaurant, I know it won't pay you back but would you like me to treat you to a meal? I was supposed to go there any way!'
I looked at the other two and reddened, first of all I had collapsed, then I had been brought into an unknown place and final I was sitting around in a girls room! Some thing like this would never have been allowed in the institution!
Seeing my embarrassment, Chantelle decided to bail me out, 'So, Kuro. What kind of Hybrid are you?'
I looked up at her, 'I'm a komodo dragon!'
'Awesome!' came the reply, 'Hey, did you say something about food?'
I smiled weakly at the girls, 'Yeah...'

Chantelle

"But for dinner, I can't have: milk, milk products, cheese, fruit, nuts, seeds, meat, juice, or vegdables." I say grudgingly. "I can't have any of that before I sing."

"Its okay, the place we are going, that won't be a problem." I flash him a smile. He might be the nicest guy I had ever met.

"We just have to get back before the competition tomorow." I say.

"Don't worry." He says, but doesn't elaborate. I feel like I am missing something. I turn into a falcon, in the mood for mouse or fat pigoen.

"I'm off to hunt, later people." I say, getting up. the window is open. I fly out.

Scout- Ermine

Scout skittered along in his ermine form, dodging cartons and boxes, squeezing through cracks in the wood, until he came to the Central park entrance. He didn't have time to sight see, as a weasel striding around in New York is a bit suspicious, but he did notice and appreciate the tall, proud trees that he passed under.

Lucky for Scout his ermine form still had its summer coat, because in winter he'd turn white and then he would have stuck out in all the greenery. Scout kept to the bushes, enjoying the familiar tat-a-tat of his claws across the sidewalk, winding his long body with the ease of practice. His little nose was going, scenting the ground for trouble, large furry ears keen and receptive.

Scout had not gotten his name by accident- he was good at what he did. Good at being unassuming, small, quick, and deceptively cute. Plus it was kind of fun.

Dr. Whiteside had sent him out today with a team of five shifters: an elephant, a rat, a moose, a parrot, and a frog. They were recapturing other shifters, the ungrateful, cowardly ones who ran away. Scout didn't remember all of their numbers (he knew there was 7, 1, and 4) but it wasn't his job to capture them, so he wasn't worried. His job today was to watch for police, clear the way for their escape, and- as always -scan the streets for any other hybrids that might be in the area.

At the moment, he was simply lagging behind the others in case they were being followed. Except for when he was gathering intel, Scout's job was relatively simple. Dr. Whiteside kept it that way.

But Scout took all his assignments seriously, and so his little shiny eyes were on the lookout. He scampered along in the odd gait of small creatures with long bodies for a few moments more, until he took a turn in the path and looked up. What he saw made him stop dead.

It was that mangy, disgusting, vile, fleabitten hyena-shifter. The girl from so long ago, the one person he truly despised. And there she was, wandering around in the middle of the path, rubbing at her eyes like a dog with fleas. She didn't look much better than when he'd last seen her- all those years ago -all scroungy and dirty and gross.

His neck fur bristled with anger and he deliberated. Should he shift to human and confront her or just keep going? Dr. Whiteside would expect him to get her back. Snarling slightly at the prospect, Scout dutifully pressed forward, shifting as he walked so that he met her confrontationally, lips curled in a weasel snarl.

He was taller than her now, he realized with satisfaction. She didn't seem to see him, so Scout snarled, "Hoped I'd never see you again."

Alicia-Bald Eagle

I stared at him, watched carefully everything that surrounded her and stayed frozen in my seat as I watched Seth phase to a giant crocodile and phase back to human after a bunch of people escaped from him. I had to admit that it was impressive how he shifted back and forth.

"You alright?" He asked me, shaking his hair a little as he did so but I couldn't help to laugh a little at his question.

"I'm great, are you alright?" I asked emphasizing the you since it was quite a silly question because I hadn't been the one attacked by other hybrids.

"Great too" He said carelessly, smiling as he said it.

"So you're a hybrid" I said impressed since I had little idea of how many of us were in this city and how many I had seen and had no idea that they were hybrids.

"Yeah, and I'm guessing you are too"

"Yeah" I answered, " an eagle"

Six-Spot-hyena

"Hoped I'd never see you again."

That voice. That stupid SQUEAKING voice.

I spun around. Sure enough, there was the goofy kid himself. Stupid red hair, stupid beady eyes, stupid ears that stuck out like an elephant's. Everything about Scout was stupid.

A toothy smile crossed my face, and I chuckled. "Why if it isn't Mr. Peter Pan himself. And you're taller! What happened? Finally decide leave Never-Land and grow up?"

His eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms. Stupid scrawny little arms... "I'm not here to talk, Six."

"Then why did you bother stopping me?" I rolled my eyes and began to walk away.

And then the little weasel grabbed my arm.

He was on the ground in an instant. "Don't you TOUCH me," I growled.

**Oh my god. >.< I honestly forgot that I was in this. I really need to make a list or something... Someone catch me up?**