Shake Tramp .

[Eris]

LOLS 8D ~ My diary !

Entry 1.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I guess I never knew. I never wanted a kid. I never wanted to hurt Crash. But I have a kid, and I did hurt him. I don't have a clue what's going on. I'm trying to live life like I did before, but my reckless behavior is going to screw up Calvin. Oh, well. I didn't ask for this...but neither did he.

Entry 2.

I miss Crash. I miss working for Manic. I want to see both of them again. I killed someone today. He was trying to seduce me. His name was Desidero from the Fulsi ring. Somehow I have a feeling this is far from over.

Entry 3.

Calvin caught me red handed, literally. I was taking out a Fallen member and he saw the life leave that Fallen member's eyes. He was horrified. I feel...bad. Calvin shouldn't end up like me...What have I done?

Entry 4.

I found a scale in the hospital. I'm 85 lbs and 4'8". I hope I don't get smaller. I can't handle it anymore. What am I going to do? I haven't seen Lucifer in awhile...Honestly, I hope he rotts somewhere far from my spot that I'm sure I have reserved in Hell. Chase has been visiting me. For some reason he got very violent with me, but he says he loves me. I'm confused.

Entry 5.

Calvin found me on the floor today. I couldn't get up...This whole cancer thing is tickin' me off. I don't want Crash to know. He might think I'm weak...

Entry 6.

I want to die. I think I've wanted that the most for a long time. Don't you think it'd be nice to go back and change things? But I think even if I went back, I wouldn't be strong enough...I'd still get hurt and humiliated. Oh, My God...I will kill you all.

Entry 7.

I'd die for French fries right now. No. Seriously. I would.

[Eris]

CHAPTER 2.
Annie.

It took only moments for her to pass out. Unlike how she'd stabbed him(away from the heart with only the scarring effect of being near), he'd managed to stab her directly in the heart. She could hear the sudden rush of voices - Panic. She could hear shoes shuffling against the earth. Wasn't it just a second ago that this area was abandoned, nothing but her here and him strolling off? She couldn't think straight. She was falling into bliss. The voices were fading and nothing seemed to matter anymore. The fight was gone. I'm sorry.

Don't let this one die- I swear to God, Seraphim will be pissed. She winced in discomfort at the voices flooding in one by one, voices explaining how she was too vital to the population balance. There were few that killed quite as much as she. If she could have, she would've rolled her eyes. We can't revive her with out damaging the shift DNA. She's too fragile. She could feel hands touching her, pressing her down, tools tearing at her chest to get to the main wound. It doesn't matter. Save her. A pause. She'd be human! They were arguing. A calmer, more mature voice leaked in - not an ounce of panic. Replace it with a large cat's DNA. It's stronger - less fragile. Plus, she'd hate it. And so would he. A chuckle. She shivered, and one of the tools found her heart. The pain struck like lightning and all her senses cut off in that moment.

There were many nights like that that followed. She couldn't move - every ounce of energy gone. Lifting her head just send pangs of nausea. She'd stare up at the ceiling and count it's scratches, pondering where each had come from. Not once did anything that had to do with real life occur to her. It was like every responsibility - everything that ever meant something to her - was gone. Calvin. Crash. Manic. Gone. Some nights her heart would start to fail her, and sometimes she'd be conscious for it, living out the nightmare. She'd listen to the machine's beeping, knowing it mimicked her heart. It was slow, uneven, and dreadfully faint. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into an entire month. Half of that she slept through, not realizing just how long she'd been there. A Keeper's assistant walked into the room, a tall woman - well muscled with short cut hair. Eris never imagined she'd be as gentle as she was. "Hey, there. Don't be scared." She smiled, and she couldn't help but wonder if all the assistants were not quite so cruel as the true Keepers. She imagined they had no reason to be. They did all the extra work, like moving patients, medicating and feeding. "You're going to stand today." She chirped cheerfully. What a loony. Eris thought warily, her near lifeless eyes watching dully and suspiciously. The woman reached over, detaching the IV and several other chords. The heart beat on the machine stopped and Eris looked up at the woman, alarmed. "It's ok." Not giving any further explanation, holding her arm behind the shifter's shoulders. She's so small. The assistant grew nervous that she would break her.

Eris did little work to sit up, all the effort coming from the woman though it was little work for her at all. She whimpered in pain, her wide, childish eyes looking up wildly. "I know." The assistant muttered, lifting her off the bed and setting Eris on her feet. Too small. Too delicate. How on earth-? The assistant continued pondering, finally letting her go to stand on her own. Eris's agonized eyes held eye contact for several moments before her knees gave out and the assistant caught her, putting her back in place. She passed out again.
What do you mean she's human? Another panicked voice. The other explained how the surgery destroyed the implanted snake DNA, or the source of it strangely placed at her heart.
It's illegal to keep her now! She's /human/. Again, if she could, she'd roll her eyes.
Seraphim gave order to implant the feline DNA. You know the plan and the test. Don't question it.
But-
But nothing! Seraphim said! Besides, with out it, she's not going to survive this. Her heart's too weak. The loud voice gave her a headache and she lost all senses again.

"This is going to make your heart strong again." Nothing stronger than the proud DNA of a cheetah. Her voice woke Eris enough to open her eyes. She watched her fill the needle and then hesitate before pressing it into her chest. Eris gasped, giving an angry, fearful glance. The fear gave her the energy to grab the woman's hand and try to wrench it away, but apparently such small hands had little effect. In fact, it was like the brush of a feather with such little energy. The assistant left the room, not having the nerve the real Keepers did to listen to the new shifter cry.

In the following week, her progress accelerated immensely. The next day, she was sitting up, standing, and asking questions. In the next two days, she'd walk around restlessly. The following four days, she grew irritated and started destroying the things in the room until they finally decided she was ready - even with her wound till healing. She was part animal again - and wild animals shouldn't be caged. The Keepers didn't allow the assistant back in, reminding her that before this - she'd been a dangerous criminal, and she could only be more temperamental and lethal with the new DNA. She was chained tightly and walked out to the Menagerie - but not just the Menagerie - the Carnaring. "Welcome to the Carnaring, Omega!" The Keeper chuckled, unchaining her. She turned to look at him once before running away and hiding in the shelter of the cavern. What did he mean? She wasn't allowed to be here. She'd be killed, and this time they wouldn't be able to go through such efforts to save her. It was midnight when she dared to walk to the docks, looking at the waters edge, startled by the bright, golden eyes. She grabbed a handful of her hair, also an angelic gold, and then back at the reflection. She could see more color to her skin, as though the enhanced respiration from the feline DNA was making her stronger. She had alot to figure out. Looking around suspiciously, she made her way back to the cavern, falling asleep immediately and not waking for another 18 hours. Still healing. Ridiculous.