Purr, Purr, Purr

[Will Spencer]

Mountain lions were scary beasts, not particularly large, but fast and vicious. Shapeshifting men who couldn't quite figure out what their mountain lion was going to do once he let it out, were also a thing to be feared. The news of cancer had shook him to his core. He'd lied to his best friend, drank, started a few fights and went running in hopes of calming himself in some way. Nothing was working for a lengthy amount of time and the longer he put it off, the more irritable and the more out of control he got. The fact that he had been shifting more than once a week was alarming, but necessary. It was the only way he could let out some of that pent up rage.

With the door to one of the open training rooms shut, but not completely latched, he backed himself up against the wall and slid down. His hands were clenched tight into fists, his body trembling with the anticipation of the painful transformation into the large cat. The breaking of bones was sickening and the most painful part of what he went through. To go through it several times a week was exhausting, more so with his exhaustion from the illness added to it. His lion wasn't ill though, he wasn't slowed down, he was just thoroughly pissed.

William was stalling, he didn't want to shift, but the anger he felt was boiling inside of him and if he didn't shift in a controlled environment, he would end up hurting someone. He couldn't rely on Gabriel to calm him now because he would be able to tell. He would know that it was bad, worse than what he made it out to be. It was like a throwback to his early teenage years when he made picking fights with people a game. He just hoped so desperately that no one came in and that if anyone did, it was a trainer who could keep him from doing anything.

He didn't like hurting people anymore.

His body shook more and he took a deep breath before the shift happened and his scream turned into gurgling snarl that echoed through the room, the vibration rattling what few training instruments that were scattered about.

[Scott O'Riley]

Scott needed to blow off some steam. Seeing an ex was never a pleasant encounter. That it happened to be one particular ex, Scott wanted to douse himself in cold water and stay there.

The training rooms were his go to, something he hadn't really thought of when he was still in high school. He thought training was a joke. He had complete control over his abilities, but now it was a godsend.

A few of the other rooms had been occupied and he thought, if the next one was occupied, he wouldn't care. He would just go in and do his thing. And it was occupied. By a freaking mountain lion. One of the shifters, no doubt. It was backed into a corner, looking like it was wounded.

Wounded animals should never be approached.

A sane person would have connected that. Scott, however, was not in the mood for sanity. Rather than closing the door so the lion wouldn't get out, (though if he thought about it, a closed door wasn't going to stop a freaking mountain lion anyway) Scott walked in and locked the door behind him.

"I'm guessing behind those claws, there's someone who needs to be tamed." No, he wasn't flirting with a mountain lion. "I like my guesses to be correct."

[Will Spencer]

William had been told not to shift so soon after he shattered his wrist, but the fact of the matter was that he no longer had control over his lion. It came when it came and he obeyed the beast within him in order to remain calm while he was in his human form. The beast was harder to tame now, harder than it ever had been and he already hurt someone. He couldn't bear to think of hurting another person, not so soon. Someone was going to put him down if he kept it up. And he almost wished that they would.

Once again he had thought the training rooms were his best bet, but he was starting to think that perhaps that wasn't the case. The door was shut and he wasn't quiet while he shifted. Yet as he cowered in the corner, someone walked in. He was wounded, the anger slightly faded from the other day, but he was still angry and people didn't seem to get the idea behind staying away from a mountain lion. Student or not, he still was dangerous. He couldn't just pull himself back into human form, not like he had been able to.

The lock turned and Will's inner thoughts turned to panic. What was this imbecile thinking? Did he want to get mauled? William growled and bared his teeth. Tame? The only person he knew who could tame him was not allowed to find out what was happening.

[Scott O'Riley]

Throwing his gym bag down, Scott's body tingled as his abilities seemed to gain sentience in his body. His hands curled into fists as he looked down the teeth-bearing mountain lion.

"Here kitty."

Scott wasn't entirely sure why he had a death wish at that exact moment but his whole body was fired up and ready to tackle the lion, should it start running towards him.

[Will Spencer]

The bag hit the floor and William growled deeper. A warning and a threat. The beast was angry, injured, but ready to attack if provoked. William was trying his best not to let it happen, he didn't want to hurt anyone again. And he didn't want to explain to the nurses why his wrist wasn't healing properly because he ran on it or somehow managed to screw it up again. The logic was there, but hidden deep beneath the instinct to protect himself and fend off any threats.

This guy in front of him posed a threat and was instigating more anger from the beast.

His words not only annoyed Will and would have angered him in human form, but it also didn't sit well with the animal. He snarled and sank lower to the ground, swatting out with his limp paw because he knew he wouldn't be able to support himself on just that. One wrong move by the man in front of him and he would lunge. Not because it was the smart thing to do, but because his instincts were telling him to attack.

[Scott O'Riley]

He could tell the lion was ready. Why it wasn't attacking was what baffled Scott. His muscles were loose and he was gearing to go. Did it need more goading?

"Aww, widdle puddy scawed of the big bad boy?" He mocked the lion. He had an arsenal of insults just ready to launch. If the lion didn't attack soon, Scott was going to have to inch forward. He didn't like making the first move though.

"Come on, kitty. I need the exercise."

[Will Spencer]

Why was this idiot goading him? Was he actually trying to be mauled to death? It wasn't often that Will came across a student with as big of a death wish as he had. But then again, this guy could have just been fucking with him because he thought he could out-run a fucking mountain lion. Did the moron forget he'd locked the door? There was no getting away from Will at this point. And Will was losing his control on the beast.

And then the guy kept talking. Kept goading. Kept pissing off a fucking mountain lion. Will was about to lose his mind. This guy was a fucking moron. A numb skull. Will couldn't wait to rip his head clean off his body. The blood would be satisfying. The sound would warm his feral heart. He huddled lower to the ground and dug his paws into the floor, his claws outstretched.

One more 'kitty' and William lunged, two strides and he'd make it to the boy taunting him. His injured paw connected with the ground and shot pain straight up, nearly causing him to collapse, but he pushed forward and let out a loud roar.

[Scott O'Riley]

Scott twitched a little when the lion moved, roaring his discontent, but Scott didn't back down. Yes, he understood the dangers, but he was angling for a good fight. And this two hundred pound beast would most likely give him that.

"I really don't actually have all day, honey. Could you maybe speed things up a bit?" He raised an eyebrow. "Or do you want me to go to you? Would you like a pet, kitty?"

[Will Spencer]

And there it was. William disregarded the ache in his paw as he pushed off the ground towards the man opposite him. If they connected, Will would hurt him. He'd rip him apart the first chance he got. It wasn't because William sought out to hurt people, but he was so out of his control that he couldn't grasp his humanity. He was constantly feral, ready to snap at anyone who looked in his direction or even mentioned his name. It was like the beast had taken over completely and although the pain that shot up his leg was distracting, it wasn't enough to pull him back the way it had last time.

William threw himself at the boy, the beast letting out another roar as his paws reached out, claws extended. He couldn't wait to see how much blood he could draw. The way the red would cover his paws and his hands when he shifted back. Inside, it was a constant battle, Will screaming to stop, but the beast continuing on. If he connected with this guy in front of him, he'd never be able to live it down. He'd never graduate. Never become a doctor. His whole life would be a mess.

But at least, he thought, at least he wouldn't have to deal with it long. His paws hit the ground once before he was right in front of the man.

[Scott O'Riley]

He was a tad surprised when he didn't so much as flinch when the mountain lion sprang into action. A hand reached out and grabbed the animal by it's neck before flinging it across the room. An ache started from the back of his shoulder round to his hand but it was a good ache.

Scott didn't know why he thought this would be a fair fight but because the animal was far away from him, he gave a little smirk and jerked his head upwards.

"Come on kitty cat. I'm just getting started."