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Lisa slowly opened her eyes. Her mind felt clouded and confused. She looked up blankly at the ceiling that was nothing but blank white tiles. Was she in the hospital? But how? When? Panic started to set in her heart along with fear.

She bit her lip, as her mind tried to go over past events. The last she knew she was in her class. Talking to one the teachers. After that her mind drew a blank.

Panic started to take over more fiercely inside Lisa as she tried to remember what could of happened that she would be in such a place. Was she going to die here? Her eyes filled with tears as she thought about such a fate. She didn't want to die, yet. There was so much she wanted to do in her life....

Lisa closed her eyes and let the tears fall. She didn't want to be here. She was scared. Was this how her mother and father felt the day they died?

{ S O R Y U J U }

"C'est l'amour."

"Defend my- oh, you must not have noticed," he muttered, chuckling slightly (there was obviously a nervous undertone to the small laughter). Without budging he tried to look up at Fallax, only to watch as the guy turned away. This was going to be harder than he thought. "Okay, remember that creep back there who could cut things with his mind? Well, apparently, I've been turned into a freak too. I can make barriers- big enough to defend myself and a few others. So I'll need someone who can turn the tables..."

Soryuju sighed, starting to turn his wheelchair. He didn't understand why he was feeling so persistent. After a moment of analysis, he figured it must be the urge to give the guy a pair of his own kahunas. It wasn't so much a 'rarara HAVE COURAGE' thing as it was a 'be confident in yourself' thing. Soryuju was drawn to help people like that; mostly because he was just like that. Hypocrisy at its finest.

"Well, think about it at least," he said with a shrug before going back to wheeling forward down the chosen hallway, though much slower, so that the others could catch up. "Because when the time comes, I'm going to throw this thing to somebody, and if it happens to be you, I'll need you ready to catch it regardless."

Soryuju chuckled, and hoped Fallax realized that Soryuju was now just making friendly banter. Was he likely to pick it out? No. Few people tended to catch on that quickly to Sory's 'friendly' ways.

It was a good thing Sinopa attacked when he did. Thea's attack hardly slowed the creature at all, and in an instant it had pushed itself off the wall to lunge at her again. It was halted by canine jaws clamping down on its throat. Thea fell back into a practiced defensive position, ready to move at a moment's notice, which was good, seeing as the shapeshifter was tossed off and right past her, almost hitting her if she hadn't been prepared.

She didn't have time to contimplate Sinopa's unexpected change. Didn't have time to figure out that was actually him, and not some other random creature that had been locked up down here. She also couldn't afford too much time to think about her next move, or the implications of her water ability being turned into that of ice. It all boiled down to time.

So, confident that she could at least fling something at this beast, she summoned the water again, this time as good sized daggars aiming right for the heart. Like before, the water didn't stay fluid, but turned into ice immediately as she summoned it. The momentum was good, though, and it turned out large chunks of razor sharp ice could do some damage. They stabbed the creature in its heart, causing it to stumble for a moment. It was wide open for further attack.

Thea carelessly glanced Sinopa's way as he was thrown against the wall, the yelp drawing her attention. Her eyes lost some of their callousness, and she started toward him to help. Bad idea. The creature was most certainly dieing -the fox had torn its throat out, after all- but it wasn't dead yet, and not going down without a fight... well, more of a fight. Its claws reached out and tore into Thea's calf, causing her to lose her footing entirely, and hit the floor.

She turned around quickly, and threw another ice daggar into its head. It began twitching uncontrollably, and it was all Thea could do to drag Sinopa and herself out of the way without being hit. Of course, Sinopa could have, and most likely was, moving of his own violation as well. He hadn't been maimed in the leg like she had. A short distance away now, Thea could only watch as it continued to thrash around.

Thea was no stranger to pain. What she was a stranger to was the crippling fear of more pain, and of pain continued. Now that the battle was technically over, she felt the need to run again. The gash in her leg stopped that, and when Sinopa let her down, all she could do was craddle her injury and try to get a hold of herself. The wound had some of the goo-ish liquid in it, but her body seemed to repel it, the nasty stuff dripping to the floor instead of being absorbed into her blood; before her very eyes, and perhaps Sinopa's, the wound was healing.

Jaw clenched in defiance of her pain, she looked over to the now dead beast. It was still twitching, but in a much softer manner then it had been. It's body seemed deflated, the muscles no longer muscular. That strange goo covered the floor where it lay.

As of yet, she hadn't even noticed Sinopa was naked. Fear did such odd things to people...

Thea was also looking at her wound as it regenerated. When Sinopa looked at her, she looked right back at him, their eyes meeting as the magnitude of what they had both done dawned on them. His question rocked her back, although she was certainly expecting it. Really, though, how would one answer that kind of question? What are you? For over five decades now she had been living as a human, with the college being just a temporary stopping point; she never stayed in one place for long. Very few mortals knew what she was.

"It was a secret," she said, looking away. "I don't- I didn't want anyone to know. It's better if they don't know." She was being vague now, her voice trailing. She turned back suddenly, "I'm here to help," she announced truthfully, though not completely, "and you are completely nude."

She didn't mean to add on that last part. It just kind of slipped out as she turned back and noticed for the first time that he was, in fact, very naked.

She'd have to be blind not to notice that wince, and if that wasn't obvious enough, he told her. Cracked ribs seemed likely. She recalled the fight, how he was tossed up against the wall, the crack as he hit, and the yelp...

Time to do what she did best. "Hold still," she said, leaning over and putting one hand on his arm to support herself, the other directly over his chest, slightly under the heart. She was rather close now. In response to his persistent questioning she just answered, "I am... here to help." She was really reluctant to tell.