I'm back!!! I'm soooooo sorry!! I was an a little vacation and couldn't update!! Any who... Here's the next chapter... Enjoy!!

P.S. Just as a warning there will be intense action and gore in this chapter... you have been warned...

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Raleigh's POV

My feet plod silently through the dense brush of the arena as I stalked the pig.

I've always hated the arena because they often have me hunt and kill things.

The scent of the hog grows heavier in the air. I'm close.

I slow my pace and follow the scent trail through a grouping of bushes into a small clearing. The pig snuffles through the dirt, unaware of my presence. I let out a low hiss and tap my sickle claws on the ground.

I let my eyes narrow and my instincts take over as I lunge through the bushes and pin the squealing pig to the floor before it knows what hit it. My right foot is pressed down on the pig's back, but I hesitate.

Why should I kill it? It's not like I'm gonna eat the poor thing, I think to myself.

I make the decision and release the pig looking defiantly towards where I know the Control room sits.

I continue glaring at the Control Room as the loudspeakers crackle to life once more.

"Tabitha, please think about how your actions may affect your loved ones. We wouldn't want an accident would we now? No I don't think so," Henry's voice hangs in he air with the threat.

I lower my head and growl so deeply my eyes go fuzzy.

So that's how their gonna play. That's alright, playing dirty is my specialty, I mutter to myself darkly.

I will my Eurasian Eagle Owl genes to make their appearance and take flight. (Pic above)

I soar towards the Observation Deck to make sure they haven't hurt the boys.

Hovering in front of the glass I see that Hilton is now in the room and is making sure we all know he's armed. I let out an outraged shriek and fly away from the window.

"Tabitha we have not finished testing. Return to the start position or someone is going to get hurt," Henry says, his threat very clear.

Mmhmm, and that someone, dearest Henry, is most likely going to be you. I mean, only if you consider a slit throat being hurt, I think savagely.

Whoa there tiger, I respond to my evil thoughts. Let's not go all "Evil Death Freak" on them just yet, we need to focus on getting Zach and Gray out of here.

We? the other side of my brain responds.

Well ya know, I'm talking to myself so yeah... we, I respond.

Good point, I reply.

My God I'm going insane... I am literally talking to myself.

I've finally made it to the edge of the arena, opposite to the Observation Deck. With my enhanced owl vision I see Hilton making his way towards Zach and Gray, a gun evident in his hand.

Not on my watch you bastard!! I screech.

I fly towards the Deck with speed I've never experienced before. I suddenly feel my body shift as I tuck in my now small compact wings and fall into a dive straight towards the glass of the Observation Deck. I can now see my reflection in the glass and I look like some sort of falcon from what I can tell.

The world suddenly slows as I near the window. I can faintly hear Henry's voice from the loudspeakers telling me to stop.

When I'm only feet away from the window I shift into my raptor form and crash through the fragile glass, my weight, and speed of impact, causing the window to explode.

My vision goes dark as I hit the floor and for a terrible second I think I've died. However, my protection/preservation instincts force myself to get up and blink the darkness away. As soon as the fuzzy world becomes clear once more I lunge at Hilton, who now has the gun pointed toward me. The gun goes off but I feel no pain and pin the slimy bastard to the ground. His head hits the floor and he falls unconscious.

I don't kill him though, I can't bring myself to do it.

I stand straight again and focus my attention on the two other guards in the room. One of them has Gray in a headlock and the other has a fist full of Zach's hair in one hand and a knife in the other.

The knife is pressed against Zach's throat.

I hiss at the two guards. Their scent of fear is almost intoxicating.

As I growl, and take a step forward, the guard holding Zach presses the knife harder against is neck, causing Zach to squeeze his eyes shut and whimper in pain as a line of blood appears where the blade digs into his skin.

As soon as Zach whimpers in pain something inside me snaps

The world goes red and I lose control of myself, as if something has made it's way into my mind and taken over.

I hear a bloodcurdling screech and realize with a start that I'm the one who made that sound.

My legs move on their own accord.

I make it across the room in two strides and have Zach's guard's head in my jaws before anyone could even breath.

I feel him writhe and scream in pain. The scent of his fear and pain seem to overwhelm me and I relish in it. I see him let go of Zach and thrust the knife at my face in a last ditch effort to save himself.

I feel the sting of the blade as it carves down my right cheek, from the corner of my eye to the corner of my mouth.

I snarl in anger and jerk his head to the left.

A sickening CRACK   fills the room as the man's neck snaps.

I release his head from my jaws letting his lifeless body fall to the ground with a dull THUD. Turning towards the other guard I snarl, showing my now blood stained teeth.

He releases Gray from his grasp and stumbles back, towards the door.

I lunge towards him the word Kill  repeating itself in my mind.

Just as the man's hand touches the doorknob I pin him to the floor and slash one of my sickle claws across his stomach.

The scent of his tangy blood fills my nostrils and his screams of pain echo in my ears.

His screams are deep and guttural and quite unpleasant. I decide to silence him.

I clamp my jaws around his throat and jerk my head back, the man's blood spraying both my face and the floor.

I watch, in satisfied silence, as he makes a gurgling noise and then lies still.

I step away from his body and turn towards Zach and Gray, who are huddled together in a corner looking terrified.

As the red tinge leaves my eyes I stumbled back gasping.

Looking up at Zach and Gray once more I smell their fear. Instead of enjoying the scent I gag at it.

They're afraid of me. Why are they afraid of me?!  I scream mentally.

Because we just killed two men like the animal we are,  the voice I was conversing with earlier responded.

What are you?! What did you just make me do?!  I respond, quivering in fear of myself as I stare at my bloody claws.

I am the part of your mind that was created when they injected you with the DNA of other animals. I am the combined life-force that represents all of your shifts, the voice responded.

I stalk around the torn apart room in stunned silence.

I am suddenly ripped from my thoughts as the sound of running feet and shouting resonates from behind the door. I look from the door to the boys and before I know it my eyes have become clouded with red once more.

I feel my body shift.

This shift feels new. I feel big and powerful.

(Imagine Saphira from Eragon except white and several times larger...that's what Ral looks like in this scenario)

The next thing I know I've grabbed Gray in one giant clawed hand and Zach in the other and have thrown myself from the window.

Still seeing red, something inside me makes the decision to take control. I feel two massive feathered wings billow out from behind me, and before I realize what's happened I'm flying.

The thing that has taken control of my body steers towards the barred "roof" of the Arena

I hover just below the bars and open my jaw. To my astonishment, a large stream of a dark green liquid spews from my mouth drenching the bars. The slimy substances reacts like acid and the metal begins to melt.

Within a few seconds a massive hole has been made and my body skyrockets out of the Arena and into the bright blue sky, as shouts and gunshots echo behind me.

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Alright, alright, I know what you're all thinking:

How could she have turned into a dragon? They aren't real so they couldn't have spliced in a dragon's DNA.

Well I have a logical answer that you will just have to wait to find out. Also, ideas are always welcome, and if you have any requests for what you want to happen in the story send them in. I can't guarantee that they will make it into the story but I will take them into consideration.

As always, please comment and if you have any questions feel free to ask.

Lots of love,

LostDaughterOfChaos <3<3<3

P.S. If you want more action let me now. Also, I'm preparing to put up a Carl Grime The Walking Dead story up, so be on the look out for that. Kisses <3<3<3 :)